Post by Forfeit on Jul 27, 2023 11:36:34 GMT
A writeup of The Chamber of Commerce
Featuring:
Forfeit, Tiefling, Level 2 Warlock
Thurghor, Bugbear, Level 3 Fighter/Druid
Mendal, Dwarf, Level 6 Cleric
Heret, Human, Level 18 Rogue/Fighter
Continues after Secretary Business
My imprisonment in Daring Heights persists. It is surreal to me that creatures have any desire to experience this place. Yet I recently travelled to the city of Jarvenol, in K’ul Goran, where I met a handsome, esurient demon whose eyes flashed insatiably at the prospect of being invited to Daring Heights. This demon was driven not merely by lust but by carnal desires of all the senses – the filth as well as the exquisite.
I suppose it is futile to expect others to be blessed with a Fey perspective. A demon having fascination with a dismal, grey place like this rather makes sense – most of the hells can be a fun place to visit, but you wouldn’t want to live there. Demons live with a burning hunger for any mortal experience. Well, given his appetites, his considerable power could be useful to me, the wretch.
My visit to K’ul Goran was, tragically, prompted by local politics and the business needs of a trading company – on the face of it, a task not promising much of a good time. I learned that the trading company deals in rare, high-quality darkwood from the Underdark, among other materials. Perhaps I might furnish my quarters with more luxury than the staff thought to provide.
We were able to turn the day into an experience of travel, wine, flirtation, secrets, bribery and blackmail. And get paid for the pleasure. All in all, it became a rather entertaining jaunt.
The Dwarf: Reminded me about the Goliath I attempted to hire as a bodyguard – a companion of his, apparently. He was no more driven to serve me than his Goliath friend had been, yet this Dwarf had his uses – he possessed a strong sense of self-assurance and an earthy sort of practicality, and seemed resilient to the charms of a demon… either due to his nature or nurture. I got the impression he was handy with any set of crafting tools – and rather confident about his skills, too.
The Bugbear: The ragged, fluorescent refugee from the Underdark. He told me I seemed less rude to him than on our previous meeting. (During my time here, so many creatures have readily ascribed the quality of rudeness to me!) As I explained, rudeness is nothing but a matter of perspective, merely contingent on what he chooses to bring into my presence. Besides which, when someone is intentionally rude, that only indicates a failure to act effectively, and it is a pitiful admission of that failure.
The Human: Driven by one pleasure alone: profit by any means. Reluctant to resort to violence as a first course of action, yet not above using secrets to manipulate his fellow mortals. His blackmail of a politician was utterly delicious. Refreshing to meet a human so single-minded in purpose. What a scoundrel.
The Aerotaur: A rich and powerful member of the Golden Company. Eminently self-preserving, therefore eminently corruptible. Just like all politicians. She was all haughty tone and frosty disdain… until reminded of how much she squeals in bed, in particular when a birthmark between her shoulder blades is licked. Then she flushed as pink as a Seelie rose, and was malleable as clay. She was all too keen to make the deal the human sought. Like I said, a typical politician.
The Demon: A lover of distance, a seeker of pleasure, a charmer of the weak, a creature of appetites. Every bargain struck with a creature from the Abyss comes with a price. Always read and re-read the small print, because like the Fey, demons are experts at ensnaring fools in their own words. Of course, even if you know all this, you may yet be driven to follow your instincts blindly – as a weak-minded mortal inevitably does. He could prove to be a useful tool for me, nevertheless. Should I speak the name Gus’laff into a mirror three times, my wish shall be his command. What a delight it would be to unleash him upon the denizens of Daring Heights!
Continues in The Naming Ceremony
Featuring:
Forfeit, Tiefling, Level 2 Warlock
Thurghor, Bugbear, Level 3 Fighter/Druid
Mendal, Dwarf, Level 6 Cleric
Heret, Human, Level 18 Rogue/Fighter
Continues after Secretary Business
My imprisonment in Daring Heights persists. It is surreal to me that creatures have any desire to experience this place. Yet I recently travelled to the city of Jarvenol, in K’ul Goran, where I met a handsome, esurient demon whose eyes flashed insatiably at the prospect of being invited to Daring Heights. This demon was driven not merely by lust but by carnal desires of all the senses – the filth as well as the exquisite.
I suppose it is futile to expect others to be blessed with a Fey perspective. A demon having fascination with a dismal, grey place like this rather makes sense – most of the hells can be a fun place to visit, but you wouldn’t want to live there. Demons live with a burning hunger for any mortal experience. Well, given his appetites, his considerable power could be useful to me, the wretch.
My visit to K’ul Goran was, tragically, prompted by local politics and the business needs of a trading company – on the face of it, a task not promising much of a good time. I learned that the trading company deals in rare, high-quality darkwood from the Underdark, among other materials. Perhaps I might furnish my quarters with more luxury than the staff thought to provide.
We were able to turn the day into an experience of travel, wine, flirtation, secrets, bribery and blackmail. And get paid for the pleasure. All in all, it became a rather entertaining jaunt.
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The Dwarf: Reminded me about the Goliath I attempted to hire as a bodyguard – a companion of his, apparently. He was no more driven to serve me than his Goliath friend had been, yet this Dwarf had his uses – he possessed a strong sense of self-assurance and an earthy sort of practicality, and seemed resilient to the charms of a demon… either due to his nature or nurture. I got the impression he was handy with any set of crafting tools – and rather confident about his skills, too.
The Bugbear: The ragged, fluorescent refugee from the Underdark. He told me I seemed less rude to him than on our previous meeting. (During my time here, so many creatures have readily ascribed the quality of rudeness to me!) As I explained, rudeness is nothing but a matter of perspective, merely contingent on what he chooses to bring into my presence. Besides which, when someone is intentionally rude, that only indicates a failure to act effectively, and it is a pitiful admission of that failure.
The Human: Driven by one pleasure alone: profit by any means. Reluctant to resort to violence as a first course of action, yet not above using secrets to manipulate his fellow mortals. His blackmail of a politician was utterly delicious. Refreshing to meet a human so single-minded in purpose. What a scoundrel.
The Aerotaur: A rich and powerful member of the Golden Company. Eminently self-preserving, therefore eminently corruptible. Just like all politicians. She was all haughty tone and frosty disdain… until reminded of how much she squeals in bed, in particular when a birthmark between her shoulder blades is licked. Then she flushed as pink as a Seelie rose, and was malleable as clay. She was all too keen to make the deal the human sought. Like I said, a typical politician.
The Demon: A lover of distance, a seeker of pleasure, a charmer of the weak, a creature of appetites. Every bargain struck with a creature from the Abyss comes with a price. Always read and re-read the small print, because like the Fey, demons are experts at ensnaring fools in their own words. Of course, even if you know all this, you may yet be driven to follow your instincts blindly – as a weak-minded mortal inevitably does. He could prove to be a useful tool for me, nevertheless. Should I speak the name Gus’laff into a mirror three times, my wish shall be his command. What a delight it would be to unleash him upon the denizens of Daring Heights!
Continues in The Naming Ceremony