Post by Forfeit on Jun 15, 2023 14:50:01 GMT
A writeup of Secretary Business
Featuring:
Forfeit, Tiefling, Level 2 Warlock
Ramsy, Tiefling, Level 2 Paladin
Wax, Goblin, Level 5 Cleric
Glint, Fire Genasi, Level 16 Wizard/Rogue
Celina, Tiefling, Level 16 Rogue
Continues after Never Tarnish Nor Grow Dim
The ants in this little dirt-pile have been agitated of late. Local politics is all I’m hearing around me and frankly, it is even more exasperating than this Prime weather.
The opportunity arose to abscond to a festival in Kundar for a few hours for pay. I am certain pay was mentioned. And if it wasn’t mentioned, it was certainly implicit. This would become important later on. Not least because the group of ne’er-do-wells I accompanied were of the criminal leaning, and what self-respecting criminal works for free? The job was to acquire a clipboard from the same secretary I saw observing me in the city not so long ago.
The angry glaring in Kundar was filthier than ever, and the streets were bubbling with a delicious tension fit to boil over. I realised with a sinking sensation that this would not be a holiday from politics: we encountered the local do-gooder who is stoking up sentiment against the Dawnlands… and I have to say, he had an impressive command of the crowds. A rhetorical flourish here, a cynical act of charity there, and he seemed to have the city wrapped around his little finger.
His secretary led us on a merry chase down empty streets, where she had a confidential discussion of great import with a hulking minotaur from a neighbouring local city called K’ul Goran. I could not care less about Prime Material politics if I tried, so the details passed me by.
Once the minotaur left, the secretary stood all alone in an empty, secluded street. How devious of her, tricking us into robbing her like that… for that is what we did! It did not even require violence – just a combination of magical mental persuasions and a young volunteer who was primed to sprint away the minute she dropped the clipboard, easily making good his escape before she knew what had happened.
The job was to check the clipboard – and lo and behold, its pages were blank and trapped with an explosive glyph. The Wizard bore the brunt of the explosion and when we returned to report in, the ambassador denied having offered us money – though once I gave her some choice words, she eventually agreed to cough up.
It later transpired that it wasn’t the ambassador who had met us after the heist, but an impostor – making her concession to pay us quite inexplicable. It is something of a baffling, elaborate ruse. The philanthropist is sending his own staff out to get robbed, then paying the robbers for their services.
All in all, this was an entertaining group of willing accomplices… when they weren’t pretending to have a rightous moral compass, that is.
All the cloak-and-dagger shenanigans will get these murder-shy politicians nowhere fast. Why the elaborate game of chess when a simple bloody coup would be so much quicker – and far more fun?
The Philanthropist: A cunning kobold merchant. Every bit the charismatic leader and, I suspect, not nearly as benevolent as his acts of charity might imply. Like all would-be tyrants, he is one to watch with interest. But I’d still merrily slit his throat if the money were right.
The Secretary: Not nearly as innocent as she appeared. Tricked us into robbing her for a start.
The Wizard: Put on a convincing enough act of being outraged at the robbery, but mark my words: he is every bit the liar and scoundrel, same as the rest of us. He seems to have developed a conscience, but he read our intentions far too well to be innocent of skulduggery.
The Priest: For a devotee of Selûne, all too willing to break the law. The moon seems to be a big deal in Daring Heights. Remarkable, given its drab Prime Material form, as compared to the moon of the Fey sky.
The Purple Tiefling: For a devotee of Helm, all too willing to break the law. A most entertaining accomplice.
The Red Tiefling: Planned like a thief. Moved like a thief. Spoke like a thief. Claimed to sell apples like a thief.
The Ambassador: Distinct in her taupe suit. Still squeamish about my offer to permanently remove this firebrand politician who troubles her so. Happier making excuses and then complaining about his presence. Honestly, people are their own worst enemy sometimes…
Continues in The Chamber of Commerce
Featuring:
Forfeit, Tiefling, Level 2 Warlock
Ramsy, Tiefling, Level 2 Paladin
Wax, Goblin, Level 5 Cleric
Glint, Fire Genasi, Level 16 Wizard/Rogue
Celina, Tiefling, Level 16 Rogue
Continues after Never Tarnish Nor Grow Dim
The ants in this little dirt-pile have been agitated of late. Local politics is all I’m hearing around me and frankly, it is even more exasperating than this Prime weather.
The opportunity arose to abscond to a festival in Kundar for a few hours for pay. I am certain pay was mentioned. And if it wasn’t mentioned, it was certainly implicit. This would become important later on. Not least because the group of ne’er-do-wells I accompanied were of the criminal leaning, and what self-respecting criminal works for free? The job was to acquire a clipboard from the same secretary I saw observing me in the city not so long ago.
The angry glaring in Kundar was filthier than ever, and the streets were bubbling with a delicious tension fit to boil over. I realised with a sinking sensation that this would not be a holiday from politics: we encountered the local do-gooder who is stoking up sentiment against the Dawnlands… and I have to say, he had an impressive command of the crowds. A rhetorical flourish here, a cynical act of charity there, and he seemed to have the city wrapped around his little finger.
His secretary led us on a merry chase down empty streets, where she had a confidential discussion of great import with a hulking minotaur from a neighbouring local city called K’ul Goran. I could not care less about Prime Material politics if I tried, so the details passed me by.
Once the minotaur left, the secretary stood all alone in an empty, secluded street. How devious of her, tricking us into robbing her like that… for that is what we did! It did not even require violence – just a combination of magical mental persuasions and a young volunteer who was primed to sprint away the minute she dropped the clipboard, easily making good his escape before she knew what had happened.
The job was to check the clipboard – and lo and behold, its pages were blank and trapped with an explosive glyph. The Wizard bore the brunt of the explosion and when we returned to report in, the ambassador denied having offered us money – though once I gave her some choice words, she eventually agreed to cough up.
It later transpired that it wasn’t the ambassador who had met us after the heist, but an impostor – making her concession to pay us quite inexplicable. It is something of a baffling, elaborate ruse. The philanthropist is sending his own staff out to get robbed, then paying the robbers for their services.
All in all, this was an entertaining group of willing accomplices… when they weren’t pretending to have a rightous moral compass, that is.
All the cloak-and-dagger shenanigans will get these murder-shy politicians nowhere fast. Why the elaborate game of chess when a simple bloody coup would be so much quicker – and far more fun?
* * *
The Philanthropist: A cunning kobold merchant. Every bit the charismatic leader and, I suspect, not nearly as benevolent as his acts of charity might imply. Like all would-be tyrants, he is one to watch with interest. But I’d still merrily slit his throat if the money were right.
The Secretary: Not nearly as innocent as she appeared. Tricked us into robbing her for a start.
The Wizard: Put on a convincing enough act of being outraged at the robbery, but mark my words: he is every bit the liar and scoundrel, same as the rest of us. He seems to have developed a conscience, but he read our intentions far too well to be innocent of skulduggery.
The Priest: For a devotee of Selûne, all too willing to break the law. The moon seems to be a big deal in Daring Heights. Remarkable, given its drab Prime Material form, as compared to the moon of the Fey sky.
The Purple Tiefling: For a devotee of Helm, all too willing to break the law. A most entertaining accomplice.
The Red Tiefling: Planned like a thief. Moved like a thief. Spoke like a thief. Claimed to sell apples like a thief.
The Ambassador: Distinct in her taupe suit. Still squeamish about my offer to permanently remove this firebrand politician who troubles her so. Happier making excuses and then complaining about his presence. Honestly, people are their own worst enemy sometimes…
Continues in The Chamber of Commerce