The rumors on everyones tongue are all about the powered freaks running around. But underneath that, where the bloated spider of black market information dwells, lies another rumor. This one about an incredibly rare artifact, one worth a king's ransom. Using guile, money, or violence, a group of ne're do wells seek to steal it.
Reportedly held within the Kelovar pathfinder branch, several individuals sneak in the dead of night. Brought together by happenstance, this night will forever seal them together.
*You approach the Pathfinder's warehouse, a squat brown building in the western half of Kelovar. There are no guards, but the it's protections are supposed to be extreme in nature.*
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Stealing is beneath Archaon. I should be hunting down the branded. Gorum grows tired and wishes to see action. Maybe getting this will draw the attention of them and bring them. There may yet be hope for this mission.
Any task give that is not a direct assault he belives to be a waste of time. He knows there has to be players behind the scene but believe being one is not for him.
Well lets see what we can find here.
Will fly over and arround inspecting the building.
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Stealing is beneath Archaon. I should be hunting down the branded. Gorum grows tired and wishes to see action. Maybe getting this will draw the attention of them and bring them. There may yet be hope for this mission.
Any task give that is not a direct assault he belives to be a waste of time. He knows there has to be players behind the scene but believe being one is not for him.
Well lets see what we can find here.
Will fly over and arround inspecting the building.
[dice=Perception]1d20+29
a young man appearing to be a half elf flickers into view well then you be sure to leave any stealing to me, I prefer to avoid the branded, they cut into my profit margins when I tangle with them he then takes a step and flickers back out of view
A bolt of sickly green fire splashes against the ground in the vicinity of the half elf, although far enough away that it was clearly for attention rather than a missed attack. Looking up, you can spot a pale green form hovering maybe 20' off the ground, softly glowing against the night sky.
"You're not going to be stealing anything unless I determine it has no value to me," the figure says, more fire flickering around his body, and concentrating in his hand.