Adventure Took Place on December 1, 1999

 

Vulcuran: After my final meeting for the day with the women. I will go back to my room and write in my journal about the adventures I had for the 2 to 3 weeks past.

DMaster: You finally have a few moments to yourself apart from sleeping. You sit in your large room, with candles lit. Your bed still unmade and a mug of tea at your side. You lose yourself for a bit writing things down, remembering and wondering how the hell did I just survive all that?

Vulcuran: Keep writing, be as complete as possible.

DMaster: You write about your adventure in your journal. You don’t realize it but its been about 2 hours.

Vulcuran: I will search the castle for the King starting with the throne room

DMaster: You enter the throne room around high sun. It is empty except for a few of the Royal representatives; Galen, Carol and Dani.

Vulcuran: Move along, I will go check the King’s private chambers

DMaster: You travel to his room. The trip, you bypassed no one and his room is apparently empty too, no one answered when you knocked.

Vulcuran: I will go back to my chambers and do a little more writing in my journal

DMaster: An hour passes and you are done writing.

Vulcuran: I should get something to eat, time to raid the kitchen

DMaster: The kitchen is empty except for one person sitting by himself nibbling on some bread, cheese and drinking a dark wine. It appears to be Vatikus.

Vulcuran: VUL: Vatikus. You been doing ok?

DMaster: He looks up…
VAT: M’Lord! How Good it is to see you!
He stands up, wipes off his shirt, bows a bit.

Vulcuran: VUL: Sit sit. Enjoy your meal.
Motion for him to sit. I will get some cheese and wine for myself

DMaster: He smiles and continues to eat. You grab some as well, sit, eat and drink the wine. It is really good. Way better than half cooked fish and oak leaves.

Vulcuran: Before Vatikus leaves.
VUL: Vatikus have you seen the King?

DMaster: He looks up to you.
VAT: I have not but I did hear him mention something about Nanny Dillingham before?

Vulcuran: Nod my head.
VUL: Ah, yes yes, you are right.
Nod to him in appreciation.

DMaster: You are just about done when there is commotion farther into the Castle, sounds like the entrance and throne room, buckets getting bashed or plate mail armor hitting floor. You get up and head there, you see the King with two knights trailing behind him. Their armor making a serious racket.

Vulcuran: VUL: M’lord, what is the problem?

DMaster: Not paying much attention to you, he is a bit angry.
KING: Godammit! It has to be that fraud Langford, he has been after Nanny’s business for the longest time.

Vulcuran: Stay quiet and listen.

DMaster: One of the Knights trailing behind him is Wansor McBane. He is carrying a few things, and responds.
WAN: M’Lord, with all due respect, that is quite the accusation. But I will get with Plugr and we can start investigating this.

Vulcuran: Stand there, hands behind my back, standing straight, looking over to him.

DMaster: He stops at a table where Wansor puts a few things. The other Knight stays at the door. Jeramiah looks over to you.
JER: Dillingham had another assassination attempt, luckily Wansor was with me.
He sighs heavily, nods to Wansor who turns and quickly leaves with the other Knight.
JER: Vulcuran, Come with me…

Vulcuran: VUL: As you say

DMaster: You two walk into the Kitchen, he heads for the cooler. He grabs a bottle of the red wine. He pops the cork, shakes his head.
JER: We have to find out who wants Dillinghams head on a platter

Vulcuran: VUL: This is what, a second attempt? Either the assassin is new at his job, extremely unlucky, or this is a rouse, an attempt to intimidate.

DMaster: Takes a glug of wine, wipes his mouth. He glances over to you, raises an eyebrow.
JER: You think that is the case?

Vulcuran: VUL: Well, Nanny is not exactly an acrobat or a Knight in full armor, and I could not imagine it would be hard to stick her with an arrow, or stab with a dagger.

DMaster: JER: Dammit, you are right. This is now pointing even more at Langford. Intimidate, would be much harder to prove and prosecute than flat out murder.
He shakes his head, in deep thought.
JER: What I need is information. Our normal, official, channels is not going to cut it. Find someone who can get some information, in the… dark alley’s, so to speak. Hell do it yourself if you want. But we need to know, definitively, who is after Nanny.
Takes another slug.

Vulcuran: VUL: Understood. Nanny’s current where abouts? Protection?

DMaster: JER: I have 2 knights with her now.
He burps a little from drinking so fast.

Vulcuran: VUL: Then I will get some street clothes on and get to work.
Nod my head, bow a bit.

DMaster: JER: Thank you Vulcuran. Stop by the main table in the throne room, there are a few bolts that missed her. We brought them in. Have a look.
He looks to you and smiles.
JER: It is good to have you back.

Vulcuran: Smile at him, nod again.
VUL: It is good to be back, M’Lord.

DMaster: He takes one deep drink before you see him put the bottle back in.
JER: This job is going to be the death of me
He mumbles to himself.

Vulcuran: Turn and head to my room, scrounge up some common clothes.

DMaster: You don’t have any per say. What you have are some old thief outfits, that could pass for fairly common. it just makes you look like, well a thug or a thief.

Vulcuran: Could play in my favor with that. Get dressed. Then head to the throne room.

DMaster: Looking on the table: They are plain ceder bolts most likely from a crossbow. They do seem a bit thinner, shorter but heartier than your average bolt. Could be a specialized weapon that uses these. Definitely not a full size one anyways.

Vulcuran: Keep that in mind. Not a standard weapon, that at least narrows down the possible assault weapon, maybe a hand crossbow?

DMaster: You head out, a few people are giving you a weird look, but when they see your face they calm down.

Vulcuran: Once I am out of the “royal area” I will pull my hood and start for the area they call The Pit. Once in there I will look for some run down old pubs and the like.

DMaster: In the past you have heard of people that deal in information, rather than robbery, violence or extortion. You figure a seedy bar would be the best place, at least that is what your limited knowledge tells you.

Vulcuran: Look around, I know the City very well, but if there is a place I am not sure about… The Pit is one of them.

DMaster: Walking through it is early afternoon. A decent crowd shuffling about, doing their business, going where they have to go. You can tell the down trodden style and upkeep as you pass through the “gate” of sorts that defines the common areas and the slums, or it’s nickname, “The Pit.” The long road heading south is filled with brownstones, apartments, tightly constructed buildings for residents. It has not been up kept very well, and a slight smell of garbage is apparent. The road you are on is called Copper Road.

Vulcuran: Keep heading down the road, look for what they call Cobalt Square. I know there is a statue of a long forgotten Cavalier on his horse in the middle.

DMaster: You find the place right away after walking about 2 minutes. Some people standing about, the water fountain around the horse statue does not work, but people are still throwing in a few things. It looks like a trash dump now. Their are a few businesses here, a forge of sorts, some misc shops and 5 pubs and taverns.

Vulcuran: See which one looks the worst and head in.

DMaster: “The Charmed Gauntlet” it says, you think on the hanging sign that is barely ledgable. Heading inside you see a 30×40 foot room, large bar on the far wall, some tables all about and a stair case leading up to the 2nd level. There is only a few people here and an unusually good looking waitress of sorts, her giant boobs popping out of her top, look your way, eyes get big. She heads over.
WAIT: Top of the afternoon to you, sire. What can I get you?

Vulcuran: VUL: A mug of ale if you will.
Nod at her, sit down in the farthest corner of the room.

DMaster: She smiles and heads to the bar. The bartender looks older, seasoned, seen his share of brawls. Drains some ale into a mug slams it on the bar. She grabs it and walks over to you, puts it on the table.
WAIT: Need anything else?

Vulcuran: Shake head, then remember I have to pay for this. Place a gold piece on the table. Grab the mug and take a drink.

DMaster: Her eyes bulge,
WAIT: I can be back with your change…
The ale is pungent, and barely palatable. You gag a little.

Vulcuran: VUL: No, we are good.
Swallow that gulp strong. Not going to drink anymore of that. Look about the place.

DMaster: It is fairly clean, the outside smell of garbage is not present in here. Two other people, look to be playing some dice games in the middle of the room. Bartender is wiping off the bar, the Waitress is trying to give you the eye, what you could only imagine is flirting.

Vulcuran: I know it’s early, but I will wait. Keep looking.

DMaster: After about 30 minutes, the Waitress comes over again.
WAIT: You don’t like the ale sire?
She says somewhat playfully and sassy.

Vulcuran: VUL: I have tasted better bog water. This is pure swill…
Glance up at her. Shrug my shoulders.

DMaster: WAIT: I can get you something else? On the house.
She tries to wink, but it appears she can’t and she is now just closing both eyes at the same time. She gets flustered and shakes her head.

Vulcuran: VUL: No. No thank you.

DMaster: WAIT: Looking for someone perhaps?
She says leaning over, her boobs miraculously not falling out. They have to be 10 pounds each.

Vulcuran: Stare at her breasts for a moment, smirk.
VUL: I am looking for information. Maybe someone that has certain kind of information.

DMaster: WAIT: Oh?
She looks back to the bar keep and he is now serving a new customer at the bar. Then the boobalicious woman looks back.
WAIT: Information? This is not the place for that. This bar is to open and easy to get too.

Vulcuran: Perk up a bit.
VUL: So you know of a place where I can get, well, certain information?

DMaster: She smiles at you, gives you a once over.
WAIT: There is a place called the Gobbling Goblin. Start there. Find the Mayton Market, it is a pub on the west side.
She tries to wink again and fails.

Vulcuran: Smile. Dig out another gold, hand it to her directly as I stand.
VUL: For your troubles.
Head out the door.

DMaster: WAIT: Come back soon. Please. Whenever you want. Seriously, anytime
She says looking at the gold in her hand.

Vulcuran: Head to this Mayton Market, I have heard of it, but never been.

DMaster: DM: Vulcuran just gave the waitress the equivalent of $100 for the mug of nasty ale, and a $100 tip for simple information.
You wind around a few roads, some that just turn into a stone alley way. You know you are close, you can hear people talking more and sounds of people moving, and doing things grows louder. You finally head into a open air market. Stalls and tents all around with merchants selling anything from food, fruits, vegetables, fish, meats, small weapons, to exotic spices to boots and underwear. Looking to the west you see a few pubs.

Vulcuran: Head over to the pubs and look.

DMaster: A few you really can’t tell what they say, but the far one, in the corner; has a crude drawing of a goblin. You figure it has to be this one.

Vulcuran: Head inside, keeping my hood up.

DMaster: A smaller bar, 20×30, it seems pretty cramped as an older skinny man tends it. A waitress, much less, attractive is serving drinks to a few patrons. The waitress looks over.
WAIT: Be right wit’ ya, don’t git yer nickers in a twist will ya!

Vulcuran: VUL: My nickers, as you say, are not twisted.
Chuckle and walk to the best table closest to a corner.

DMaster: The left corner has some people at a large table. The one to your right is open. It is a small square one, high top like chairs.

Vulcuran: Sit and wait for the waitress.

DMaster: She wanders over to you.
WAIT: What ya poison eh?
In broken common.

Vulcuran: VUL: A mug of your, finest, ale.

DMaster: She stares at you, one eye lazy so you are not sure what she is looking at.
WAIT: Finest?
She scoffs.
WAIT: Youd be sitting in da wrong pub, I be tellin ya.

Vulcuran: Shake my head, ‘you have to be kidding me.’
VUL: A mug of ale. Any ale will do.

DMaster: She wobbles her head around.
WAIT: Alrighty, it aint be no finest or nuttin
She walks off to the bar as the skinny man is already pouring it.

Vulcuran: Wait for it, start scoping out the situation.

DMaster: A few people just look like they came off a long night and morning shift and drinking down a night cap so to speak. The 4 in the corner look to be a somewhat organized group. Two figures with hoods, the other two, looks to be muscle. The waitress comes over, slides you the mug.
WAIT: 2 copper if ya will

Vulcuran: Nod head. Pull out a gold. Put it on the table.

DMaster: WAIT: Aye, ya jingling anything smaller on ya? I can’t break ye gold, ya mind.

Vulcuran: Sigh, push the gold to her.
VUL: Just take it. Consider it a tip for the fine service you are providing me.

DMaster: Her eyes bulge a little. Grabs the gold and bites it. She nods and looks at you.
WAIT: Much obliged, service be fine for ya the rest of the day, ye hear?

Vulcuran: Nod my head.
VUL: If I could bother you for a moment, who would that be in the corner over there?

DMaster: She glances over and snorts.
WAIT: Ahh, you be keepin the nose ye have on ya face away from them der people.
Looking you over again.

Vulcuran: VUL: Fine woman. That did not answer my question.

DMaster: She gives you an odd look.
WAIT: Only cuz da gold in my pocket, got ya? That tis Mister Stubbs. In here many the day, drinkin’ an yappin.

Vulcuran: VUL: Thank you.
Nod my head, take a gulp.

DMaster: It is worse than the other ale. You almost spit it out, gag a bit and swallow hard. The bar is looking over to you now.

Vulcuran: Nod my head
VUL: Not used to the fine brewing technique of this pub. It’s… a fascinating taste.

DMaster: They all look at each other and go back to their business.

Vulcuran: Wait to see if anyone else comes in, keep an eye on the corner people. Wanting to shave my tongue after that nasty swill.

DMaster: After a while, someone comes in and sits down in front of the hooded men. They talk for a bit, some coins get exchanged and then the person leaves. Now you realize both of the “guards” have been zeroing in on you. Exchanging glances.

Vulcuran: Fuck it, I have to see if this is who I am looking for or not. If not I have to move on. Stand up, walk over to the group. The two guards stand up immediately and get in front.
VUL: Easy now, I am just trying to find someone…

DMaster: GUARD: In wrong place, people find, move along.
He responds in broken common. You are not sure anyone in the place can speak common well.

Vulcuran: VUL: Is it now? OK. I just had some platinum for some information. Then I will find my way to someone who can help.

DMaster: The guard looks back to the one hooded figure. It nods, and points to the chair.
HOOD: Sit and show me some platinum. If you are true to your word we can speak.
It is a deeper gruffy voice.

Vulcuran: Dig for 2 platinum. Place them on the table.
VUL: The coin color you are looking for, now it is put up or shut up or I go else where.
Say it forcefully.

DMaster: The one guard goes to stand up and hit you, but the hooded man stops him.
REXX: What is it you need, bearer of the best colored coin on Legon?

Vulcuran: Look at the guard.
VUL: Keep your pets in check before they lose their heads, understand?
Look back at the hooded figure.
VUL: I need some information Mister Stubbs, information about some possible criminal activity.

DMaster: The guard, who looks to be mostly human, possibly mixed with a bit of orc or goblin if that is possible, face is flushed and his hand is now on his dagger. The hooded figure lets out a laugh.
REX: Oh, Call me Rex, and is that all? Criminal activity? Do you want me to name all the pages in the seasonal almanac too? How about every flower in the gardens in the Castle?

Vulcuran: Nod my head.
VUL: Fair enough. I need to know who has it in for Nanny Dillingham?

DMaster: The beady yellowish – green eyes you see behind his hood opens large.
REX: Well. Now we are getting somewhere. Push those coins my way and I can tell you what I know.

Vulcuran: Push only one across the table.
VUL: Talk. If I like the information you give me, you can have the other one, and if I don’t end up tossing my apples from this wretched swill people call ale.

DMaster: REX: As you said, fair enough.
He grabs the coin, chuckling a bit.
REX: The street is telling me it is the Phenix guild, their assassins are aiming for her. Simple assassination contract.

Vulcuran: VUL: These assassins, are the cross eyed or blind perhaps?

DMaster: He snorts and laughs.
REX: No, why would you say that?

Vulcuran: VUL: Two attempts, two failures. I could kill her blindfolded and drunk.

DMaster: REX: Aye, because I am drooling over that other coin, I can tell you this. What the street knows and what the heart knows is not the same.

Vulcuran: VUL: Heart? OK. Well?

DMaster: REX: The information and supposed contract is too clean, too easily found and spoken of. Meaning its a plant, its a fake. The real skinny, is that someone hired outsiders, really really expensive outsiders to rile up the old bat. The number put on this contract is almost unbelievable.

Vulcuran: VUL: Figured. It was nothing more than a smack and tussle.

DMaster: He smiles, raises an eyebrow.
REX: Nanny is putting up another bank, and that is going over like a turd in a brownie baking contest.

Vulcuran: VUL: I’m sorry what? A turd where, oh, that is disgusting.
Shake my head, look back.
VUL: I need to know who hired these outsiders. Who is pulling the strings and why? Nice to know its outsiders and they spent a mint on the contract… but I need to know the puppet master.

DMaster: REX: I have my suspicions, but unfortunately even I don’t know that information.

Vulcuran: Frown, fish out 2 gold, hold it in my hand.
VUL: Suspicions? Care to share?

DMaster: He shakes his head.
REX: Nope. Unless the information I can verify for it’s authenticity, I do not speak of it. My reputation and all.

Vulcuran: Take my platinum off the table, put it in my pocket.

DMaster: His eyes get big and has an angry look wash across his face. The guards puts their hand on their weapons.

Vulcuran: Place 2 gold on the table, and slide it over.
VUL: When you have the information I want, you will get the color you want, understand?

DMaster: He snaps up the gold and gives you a look.
REX: Understood. I might have the opportunity to get this… info for you soon. May I ask how do I contact you?

Vulcuran: VUL: You can ask, doesn’t mean I will answer. I will find you again.
Stand up and look over the guards. Flick a silver in the middle of the table.
VUL: Have a drink on me. If you can even swallow it.

DMaster: Rex lets out a loud laugh.

Vulcuran: Walk out. Head to the castle. Take a long route, change directions a few times.

DMaster: You triple check, but you are pretty sure no one followed you. The guards at the inner wall stop you immediately.

Vulcuran: Pull my hood, then finish my trek to the throne room.

DMaster: They looked surprised, but let you pass. You head into the Castle, the entryway and through the double doors – the throne room. The King is standing over the large table, going over scrolls with a few scribes.

Vulcuran: Walk to him.
VUL: When you have time M’Lord, I wish to speak with you.

DMaster: JER: Vulcuran? Yes, yes we need to speak anyways. Did you find anything out?
He double takes your outfit, smirking a bit.

Vulcuran: VUL: Yes… and no.
Chuckle a little.

DMaster: The King gives you a sharp glance

Vulcuran: VUL: Sorry sire, a lead but it is vague at best. We know the contract was taken out from an outside source that is very very expensive. It does not appear to be an assassination contract, it is meant to be a smack and tussle.

DMaster: JER: You are sure of this… wait, what the hell is a smack and tussle.

Vulcuran: VUL: Sorry M’Lord, that is slang for an intimidation tactic. Cause havoc, chaos. It is because she is putting up another bank.
Looking at him.
VUL: The only problem is…

DMaster: JER: They didn’t know who bought the contract. Damn. Still sounds like Langford, except the expensive part. He is a notorious cheap skate.

Vulcuran: Nod my head, frown a bit.

DMaster: JER: Get out of the outfit before you give half the staff a heart attack. Meet me back here afterwards.

Vulcuran: nod my head
VUL: As you say.

DMaster: You head to your room. Get dressed in your usual duke outfit. Head back. The King is sitting down, parchment in hand, mug in the other.

Vulcuran: Sit down.
VUL: I think its time I caught you up on everything, sire.

DMaster: JER: Aye. Grab yourself a mug of ale. We need to cut the edge off this day.

Vulcuran: Laugh thinking it has to be better than the ale I had before.

DMaster: You grab a mug, take a drink and it is smooth, tastes so good and even has a bit of chill to it.

Vulcuran: Look at the mug, nod my head.
VUL: Nice.

DMaster: He brings a scribe over.
JER: Ok. Hit me with the story, be precise, I am recording this.
The Scribe is at the ready.

Vulcuran: Tell of the tale.
– Searching for the pirates
– Finding the cove and the families.
– Lay in wait.
– Found a woman uptop, the pirates were waiting on us
– They attacked and it was a route.
– That evening the cave almost collapsed
– Found out it was the volcano.
– Crashed into the coastline
– Barely survived. Vicky healed
– Travel, followed a group of people, to a village with a stronghold
– Met and had dinner with Trynia.
– Keep out the part where I laid the lumber to that bitch.
– Trying to leave, end up fighting hired Teeter Wind Orcs.
– Got healed again eventually.
– Long travel, ran into Alyndri.
– Afterwards we headed for Del Rosa.
– Met some Clerics on a pilgrimage to help Animax
– Finally making it to Del Rosa after 3-4 more days
– Not telling him about filling the hole of that captain named Kat the entire night, and even the morning a little
– Travel home

DMaster: JER: Damn. Wow. I am not even sure what to think of this, a lot to digest.

Vulcuran: VUL: Agreed. So, what has been happening around here?
Take another deep drink.

DMaster: Jeramiah starts talking.
– Town guard found another dead merchant 20 yards outside of the southern gates. Ripped right from his horse and wagon. Guards say nothing was stolen, and the way he was killed was real sketchy. People are talking about a vampire. The guards could not quiet the people that discovered the merchant fast enough. It is said that the Merchant is white as a ghost, and has half his neck ripped out. Now people wonder how many died the same way the past 2 weeks that the law covered up. All travel outside of Camerondale after sunken sun is banned for the time being.

– Nanny was leaving her Townhouse when from the alleyway between the Bank and her Townhouse came an arrow that just missed her head, and another that lodged in her right shoulder. Soon her guards rushed the alley only to find a dark figure running along the roof, a chase ensued but to no avail. All 6 guards gave chase leaving Nanny all alone, a cutthroat crept out of the shadows and cut her throat. After further investigation, it was nothing more than a superficial wound. You heard about the second attack.

– As you well know, the mountain known as the sleeping monster… well woke up. A volcano, off from Augustia. There are reports of damage as far as the main Augustia city. Many ships wrecked, smaller sea side towns flooded. Its a goddam mess.

JER: That is all for now. I am tired of talking, I am tired of thinking, I am tired… I am just so damn tired.

Vulcuran: VUL: I am back, M’Lord. I will keep watch for the remainder of the day, take care of anything that comes up.

DMaster: He gives you a thoughtful look.
JER: I think I am going to take you up on that offer, grab a quick bite and head to bed, read a little drink a little wine. Lets meet tomorrow morning for an idea I have for the women. Also don’t forget the Cousel meeting tomorrow as well, you are expected to be there.

Vulcuran: VUL: I will be there. In the morning, care to talk over breakfast?

DMaster: He smiles and nods. Looks back to the Scribe.
JER: Any questions?
The thin young man shakes his head as he puts the quill back in the ink well. The King stands up, takes a few steps, pats your shoulder and heads to the kitchen and presumably, his room.

Vulcuran: Get with the lead guard, let them know to contact me for the rest of the day for Royal issues. Let them know I will either be in the Kitchen or my room.

DMaster: They nod their head.

Vulcuran: Head to my room, organize things. See what I have left for weaponry, armor, etc. Make a list of things I will need to replenish. Keep doing chores. Then eat, walk the gardens a bit and head back to my room when the sun sets.

DMaster: The royal court was quiet for the rest of the day. You hit the hay and sleep pretty good.

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NEXT DAY 7:00 AM

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Vulcuran: Wake up, get a bath, shave, shit, etc. Head to the Kitchens

DMaster: JER: Vulcuran!
The King waves you over He looks better, color back in his face and looks less tired.

Vulcuran: VUL: Good morning M’Lord
Bow and sit.

DMaster: The King rubs his hands together.
JER: Cinnamon porridge with whiskey raisins, so good.

Vulcuran: VUL: Whiskey raisins? Thats a good idea, considering its only 8:00 am

DMaster: He laughs, and you get served. It is actually really good. The King talks of City Hall needing help with paper work, filing, cleaning, etc. Also the Kingdom in general, need help with textile means, repairs, sewing, uniform creation. He wants you to ask the women if they would be interested.

Vulcuran: VUL: Give them a job, give them a purpose. Good idea.
Finish the porridge.

DMaster: He nods his head, he finishes as well, and dismisses you.

Vulcuran: Head to the Baron House.

DMaster: As you walk in, it is somewhat loud, all the woman yapping away, talking, eating. Some in good conversation, others arguing, etc.

Vulcuran: Stand in the entrance-way.
VUL: Heads up!

DMaster: They look at you, shut up all of a sudden.

Vulcuran: VUL: We have an idea, an offer, so to speak for you all.

DMaster: They look to you.

Vulcuran: VUL: It takes a lot to run this Kingdom, and many times it is in need of upkeep, textiles, services. That is where I think you can pitch in. If you let us know some of your skills, we can fit you into a job that coordinates with that.

DMaster: WOMAN: Slave labor huh?

Vulcuran: Scoff
VUL: Never. A place to stay, food on the table and some coin in your pocket. You can all start out at 3 gold a week.

DMaster: The same woman shakes her head
WOMAN: 3 gold? Yeah that’s slave labor.
Some of the women laugh and agree.

Vulcuran: VUL: Oh, ok. So how about we offer 7 gold a week?
Cross my arms.

DMaster: The woman then nods her head a bit.
WOMAN: Good to start with.
Victoria looks over the group and sighs. Looks back to Vulcuran.
VIC: Wait for it.

Vulcuran: VUL: We will then ask you to leave the Baron house, you will have to pay for your own room and board along with food. There are some apartments in the pit that you can get for 15 gold a month. You just have to fight the cockroaches, avoid the drunks and hope you don’t step in puke every morning… did I tell you the cost of meats and fish?

DMaster: They are quiet, looking at each other.

Vulcuran: VUL: This is to start you off. 3 gold is not going to buy anyone an island off of Zdroks way. The plan is to evolve your roles to accommodate your integration into the Camerondale fold. Consider your housing and meals as payment as well.

DMaster: They all start nodding their head.

Vulcuran: VUL: Good. There will be scribes and a representative talking with you over the next couple days, and we will get you properly set up.
Nod to them, turn and walk away. Head to the Royal forge.

DMaster: You walk out of the Baron House, and through the Castle, out to the main streets. A few buildings down is where many of the textiles are made, including armor for the Royal and upper class.

Vulcuran: Head inside.

DMaster: A man who was working on some smaller clothing items, sees you. He gets up heads over. The opening room is roughly 40×50 ft, the ceiling is a good 20 feet high. The far wall is almost a half circle. Looks like some large arched open doorway. One looks to go into a heavy forge area with a few people working. The other seems to have tables, with a few women sewing and working.
MAN: M’Lord? What can I do for you?

Vulcuran: VUL: I am looking for a new set of armor. I need a pitch black, non reflective armor and that is the whole armor, greaves, bracers and a nice hood too. Looking for some belts as well.
Think about getting stopped by guards.
VUL: Maybe with the Camerondale seal engraved on the inside of the bracers, in case I need to prove who I am.

DMaster: He nods his head thinking.
MAN: One second sire.
He turns and walks into the heavy forge room, after a minute he comes back with armor. It is dark brown but it looks like something you wanted.
MAN: Something like this M’Lord, we will make it matte hard leather, a cross belt for daggers or bolts, greaves, bracers and matching boots.

Vulcuran: Smile at him.
VUL: Perfect.

DMaster: He nods, puts the armor down.
MAN: Just want to get some quick measurements.

Vulcuran: Nod and wait.
VUL: Just don’t tell me to turn my head and cough.