"Well then; who's first on the list for recruits?" Brett Rowan - Councilman of Praxis, Halfling - and the appointed "Spymaster" of the nation asks of one of his men.
The man nods and presents him with a list - and - in addition to the list - he is informed that a list of applicants will be arriving for interviews.
Brett gets comfortable, picks up a hot cup of spiced mead - and awaits the first applicant.
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Arsinian Wells, Lieutenant and commander of Saravale's infantry takes a team of his more subtle and conversational men through the city looking for places where strong applicants for Councilman Rowan's team, which Garith tasked him with. The status of things is dire indeed, so Arsinain gets to work, combing the city and compiling a list!
also, you can call me warlock cause I'm dropping dots like... well like a warlock drops dots...
Excellent! Note to all -
This will clearly take some time to rustle up folk for this meeting.
Specifically - the first meeting will happen the first week after Brett has his Barony situated and can formally have guests.
This gives your new character (if you choose one) plenty of time to "hear the news" in game - and report some time over the next month or so for an "interview" with Master Rowan - and then get your first case.
More on that to come when I get home later today...
Okay – here’s the deal on what this is about – formally:
There are obviously a whole bunch of things in this community that are “slowing down the pace” from regular quests. Obviously these quests and details are important – but you clearly don’t have the ability to deal with everything all at once. And also – even if you did – your characters aren’t really built for that.
A barbarian, for example – is useful in a fight – but is he useful to figure out the mystery of the strange “evil crow”? A druid is excellent for dealing with some healing, knowledge of nature, and some combat in the field – but; can she solve the mystery of who is hiring out mercenaries in Brevoy to attack the town?
It’s possible you guys could – but, if you had to do it all over again, you may have made your characters a little bit different. You may have built them less for fighting (though certainly some fighting will occur) – and more for solving all these stupid mysteries so you can forward the plot!
Well – now you can.
This thread is for people who are looking to create a side character – specifically built to solve mysteries that plague your nation. The “style” of this thread is built around shows/concepts like “Supernatural”, “X-Files”, ”The Dresden Files”, including a much better and cooler version then These Guys – a real organization, by the way.
That said – the idea is to create a character designed for that purpose. But what type of character? Well – for example – what if you made yourself a “Oracle: Seer” – or what if you decided to make yourself some sort of “Bard/Sorcerer” – or even if you elected to make yourself an “Ranger: Urban” with a dash of “Rogue: Spy” in it?
This character would not be built to fight battles, as I said (though will get into some scuffles) – and it is certainly not built to post on the same frequency as the main thread. That would be too much posting!
This is built to deal specifically with cases on a gradual basis – then turn over the evidence to the “Spymaster” – or, in the “Old Lingo” – “Department Director Rowan” – who will give that information to the Council.
Your character has the following, if he’s willing to join up.
1. A 25 build Point Buy system.
2. Three traits – 1 of them must be regional.
3. Access to same information/site for building a character that your other guys have.
4. Your gear is limited – instead of the usual “level 3 gear” – you start with only 2,500 GP. Don’t worry – much of your gear will be provided by the Director Rowan – and the organization. He’ll be provided quite a bit of stuff for you to use on the missions – but – for the most part – it is not yours to keep; so he’ll need it back.
5. You will get a monthly salary and bonuses for solving cases.
6. Finally – as I said – this thread is not meant to distract from the main game – but to augment it, because these guys will be solving cases – and then taking heat off your main characters.
I should also note that the “tone” will be a bit more relaxed then in the main thread. Expect a more light-hearted style of writing. There will be darkness, death, destruction, mayhem, murder, and horrible things to witness – but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun writing about it.
If you are interested – please create an “alternative investigator type” for Councilman Rowan to “interview”. When it is done – please toss it up on this site; and we can go from there. If you need a blank sheet – let me know – I will send you one.
That said – I look forward to working with you.
I'm definitely interested. I see where it said "instead of level 3 gear" so I am assuming that we would be starting at level 3?
Also I have gotten my hands on a copy of the Advanced Race Guide, which incidentally will be up on the d20pfsrd in 2 weeks so would you allow me to use some of the stuff from there since it will be up on the site soon?
Also I have gotten my hands on a copy of the Advanced Race Guide, which incidentally will be up on the d20pfsrd in 2 weeks so would you allow me to use some of the stuff from there since it will be up on the site soon?
You are correct about being on level 3.
Sadly - I am eagerly awaiting the Advanced Race guide to look over. When I have the chance to go over it myself and see what's what - I'll probably do that. But I would like to get the chance to look over it first.
Certainly I see nothing wrong with that, but I'd like to see it first.
Meanwhile - and this goes to everyone - the "S.I.D. Team" officially comes together after the first month that your barony is built, and then the national ball gets going. So you do "technically" have some time before you get your new guy built.
This is because that I still want the players to finish their baronies for the first month, so we can advance that part of the story. Once that is done, then we are ready to roll forward. We're formally just waiting on barony notes.
Once each barony is done - we will be having each leader roll that month's set of rolls for the baronies results - which will in turn effect the national level - and Saravale's success will need to have rolls for that, too.
In the end - all of it is poised to go - once I have the full stats/details for the baronies. So - in short - you have some time for the character; so there is no particular rush on that note. Once baronies are finished - then we can move this part of the story forward.
My barony is pretty much built as I only added one building, so I'm good to go on that front.
I created a character for the SID and will put her up soon. Just need to build a little backstory around her.
My barony is pretty much built as I only added one building, so I'm good to go on that front.
Excellent.
In that case I need only the following details -
1. A "character sheet" for your barony via "number crunch" for your council.
2. A "crunch sheet" for your council - including stats, races, racial adjustments, levels - and so on. Doesn't have to have everything - just a quick break down on where all your guys are. I can show you an example of what I'm looking for, if you need.
3. A "map" of your barony - via the standard overhead map using the icons. As your city develops - certain buildings will take up spots on the map - so we need to know where things go. I emailed out a blank sheet and icons - let me know if you need another one.
4. And - for fun (not required) - a map of your barony that you build to make it look pretty. This you've seen before when you've dealt with Oleg's "barony" - so you have a sense of what I'm talking about here. Again - this last part isn't required - it's more for fun.
Though - and this applies to all - fun is often rewarded...
I created a character for the SID and will put her up soon. Just need to build a little backstory around her.
Unless you are using material from the new books - which you can, after I have a chance to look them over first - you are free to toss that up as soon as you're ready.
But I will still need your barony notes - please see the same info I gave for Arasmes for more details.
I have people over today and tonight is the dress rehearsal for the triplet's party re my presentation. I won't be on the boards much today, sorry. Re the barony, I will get the necessities to you as soon as I am able.
My barony is pretty much built as I only added one building, so I'm good to go on that front.Excellent.
In that case I need only the following details -
1. A "character sheet" for your barony via "number crunch" for your council.
2. A "crunch sheet" for your council - including stats, races, racial adjustments, levels - and so on. Doesn't have to have everything - just a quick break down on where all your guys are. I can show you an example of what I'm looking for, if you need.
3. A "map" of your barony - via the standard overhead map using the icons. As your city develops - certain buildings will take up spots on the map - so we need to know where things go. I emailed out a blank sheet and icons - let me know if you need another one.
4. And - for fun (not required) - a map of your barony that you build to make it look pretty. This you've seen before when you've dealt with Oleg's "barony" - so you have a sense of what I'm talking about here. Again - this last part isn't required - it's more for fun.
Though - and this applies to all - fun is often rewarded...
If you have a sheet how you want it please send it and I'll use it in addition to what I want.
Okay, Ras - I'll resend everything it should be in your mail soon. No worries.
Okay, Ras - I'll resend everything it should be in your mail soon. No worries.
Thanks! :-)
I am just finishing up my little contribution to the S.I.D., and he will be given an alias and character sheet by tomorrow.
I am just finishing up my little contribution to the S.I.D., and he will be given an alias and character sheet by tomorrow.
As you have no barony at this time - it is completely reasonable for you to meet with Master Rowan for your interview.
As soon as the other Council Members have finished with their baronies - no doubt they will be interested in knowing what the details of the first case shall reveal.
Meanwhile - while the others finish their baronies (including Brett, now that I think of it - sadly; I have done absolutely no work for his barony at this time - though I suppose that will happen soon :)
That said - I look forward to the interview - but don't forget the primary campaign, too... ;)
I am just finishing up my little contribution to the S.I.D., and he will be given an alias and character sheet by tomorrow.
Just re-reading this post now. This reminds me - is everything okay? I haven't heard from you regarding this character - and I was wondering if he's ready to join up?
If so - toss him up, I'd like to meet him :)
Sometime during the month…
The massive amount of construction proceeding on the ruins that were on the old plateau that overlooked the small lake carry on long into the night, and the noise is abysmal. Between the sounds of hammering, sawing, pounding and the general clamor of people moving around, Brett Rowan feels like he could be using a stiff drink and a cool bed for about a hundred years or so before he continues.
His primary project is the refurbishment of the main ruins that are located on the plateau. While the project is coming along well, and he is pleased with the work done, ultimately he has strong fears for the general location of this area.
His formal land is located on the far western and northern flank of their growing nation. Brett recalls that there has been multiple problems that have come from both the north and west ever sense he arrived in this land. From Ustalavian scouts to the wandering of the ettin last winter, to the barbarian raiders who swarmed out of the northern wastes; he is clear that this area will likely have a host of more complex issues in the coming years. Any advantage that this meager barony has will be nothing if an enemy decides to orchestrate an actual invasion.
He muses absently on the nature of the southern barony – the one that belongs to the southerner that was put on the Council – Arasmes.
With the presence of a southern enemy so close to their land and all the damages that those same southerners had suffered lately on account of this nation, it was likely that the hammer stroke would fall first on the barony closest to the Southrons. That meant it was likely that Arasmes’s barony would suffer first in any attack – but it was likely that though that obstacle would be challenging – once the southern city was subdued and crushed – then it was likely Arasmes would be safer in his barony then he would be in the years to come.
Aye – then all the more reason to pick up the pace and get things done the sooner. Every man-jack of us’ll need to have lads to send to Ras’ post-haste, if an enemy does decide to push north from that southern city. But if we’re lucky – that won’t be a big push until the snows start to come and the rains dry up - along with the rivers starting to thin out - then folks can cross the rivers a bit easier - and may not need so many damn boats and bridges - if at all!
Brett glanced down at the map again which depicted the nation. He frowned at what he saw; though it was true an enemy would need boats and bridges to cross the rivers to get to them, and that they could likely hold the passes of the rivers with some ease – should the enemy decide to be so foolish – there was a ticklish situtaion for Arasmes.
He was on an island – a sure way to being safe and secure from a massive attack, likely. That wasn’t the true issue, though – the true issue was food and supplies. The island didn’t have the resources to accommodate many for a siege, if they were pressed to one. And with the fishing all but wiped out – if an enemy set up shop at the southern ruins that the gang had destroyed with fire when they rescued the slaves – then they might send a few ships into the lake, blockade the waterways, and starve him out.
Still – Ras be looking to annex the land that bit o’ a city be built on. If he takes it he may be putting up a group of lads there – like a watchtower – wait; nay – there not be resources for that! At least – not yet… Maybe in a month or two. That could work out, though – the enemy likely ain’t be making their advance that fast anyhow. Even if they did – it would take time to get themselves organized. Ras need that time – so we be okay, I reckon; fer now.
In the meanwhile – that posed another question – namely; could they hope to invade with any chance? Did they have the troops and resources to invade the southern town? And, if they did – what would they find there? Could they take it over? What was the disposition of the slaves – would they fight their masters – or were they bound by those bug creatures? And even if they chose to fight – will they be able to? Will they be blackmailed against fighting their masters and trying to achieve freedom because their families are held in bondage? And what if some of thoes slaves are “plants” or spies, or worse yet, assasins – put there infiltrate and cause trouble, even as they toil like slaves – again, thanks to the damn bugs! And even if you leave all that aside – what about the chances that these folk may be extremely weak and sickened from lack of food and supplies and cannot help to fight and overcome their masters in any case?
”What we need is bloody intel on that damn berg! Other than standing around guessing – I got nothing better to do fer now!” he adds to himself.
Turning from the maps – he moves over to the list of parchment and scraps of paper that is tacked to a small wooden board. Glancing at it – he frowns.
”The real trick is all the messes we got to deal with. And regarding that – what be the first mess we move on?” he adds, rubbing his chin.
Spies afoot – and men missing – and Brett suspected that there was still trouble in the swamplands that bordered their capital – never mind what they saw. Ry’s reports of what she found in the caves benath the swamp were disturbing enough – and there were too many bloody coincidences on what was going on above ground. Meanwhile – even now he knew that some folk were sent north to the caves on the north eastern side of their lands – this “Spider Cave” – looking for Irohnorse and Mak Morn – who were long overdue. What would they find in the blasted caves; and when could he expect that report so that he could act on it?
Brett let out a deep sigh and flung himself into a large chair, wondering what he would need to do next. The massive amount of paperwork was getting to be a headache in of itself – and he knew that any day he’d have to deal with applicants to the Department.
I am just finishing up my little contribution to the S.I.D., and he will be given an alias and character sheet by tomorrow.Just re-reading this post now. This reminds me - is everything okay? I haven't heard from you regarding this character - and I was wondering if he's ready to join up?
If so - toss him up, I'd like to meet him :)
yeah, sorry about that. I was almost finished with him and somehow lost the file, so have to re-do it. It'll get done this weekend for sure.
Stealthy entrance
As if from nowhere, a scrawny goblin creeps out from the candle illuminated shadows of Master Rowan's office. He stares wide-eyed at room, taking in all the details before grinning widely at the halfing seated thoughfully in his chair. His studded leather, blackened and dull, is of obviously fine quality, and a small starknife hangs at his belt. Clutching at a stone amulet with a scratched picture of a caterpillar, he bows deeply to the councilman spymaster with a flourish of his hand, and his ill fitting hat slides over his face a bit.
Pushing the hat out of his face, he speaks.
Heh. I have...uh...come to do the things. Yes, the things that need to be done. The 'sploring and the sneaking and the looking. I do these things, yes? I do them for this place, and for the fun of looking and sneaking. And also for some gold? Yes. I do these things for you and this place. I hears that you are the halfling man person council person to talks to about this sneaking and looking and finding and figuring out job. Is this the true, is this the true place and person you are? If it is, I wants this job. Can i haves it?
Sorassa Longread quietly observes the Holbyt man seated at his desk, a furrowed line across his brow and paperwork askew. One of the people she had encountered at work had directed her to this office and from the description she gathered of Mister Bartelby Rowan she presumed this Holbyt was indeed the person she was looking to find. She smoothed down her skirt -- a nervous gesture more than anything else as the gnome was rather meticulous in all things.
Clearing her throat in a polite manner so she could announce her presence, she waits until the Holbyt looks up from his work desk before introducing herself.
"Good day, Mister Rowan. Rumors have circulated in the capital that you are interested in setting up a group of individuals for the express purpose of gathering, collating, examining and solving perplexing issues throughout the Republic of Praxis. I am here to apply for a position within this group. I have compiled a comprehensive list of my skills and abilities for your perusal and added the names and locations of past employers who would graciously vouch for my abilities and credentials. I am able to work well with others as well as work unsupervised and independently; am well-read with a sharp mind, good with languages and have other skills pertaining to alchemy, healing and magic. My name is Sorassa Longread and I am at your service." She gives the Holbyt a warm smile with a brisk nod of her head as if to confirm all that she has said is true and she can start any day -- on your say-so, of course.
The goblin grunts a bit, but continues smiling. He licks his lips feverishly and looks over to the gnome woman, looking her up and down before turning back to the councilman halfling.
I can reads stuff too. I can knows about healings too, and I can knows about understuff and tree stuff and magic stuff alsos. I also can reads, but i don't got no refrensees or other employers or stuffs. But i can sneaks and finds and writes and stuff. I gonna be good for jobs, you see. You see fer sure!
He looks back over at the gnome woman and huffs a bit, opening is mouth halfwaylike and then scratching his nose.
Then, to them both,
Oh yeah!!! My name is Yooooo-waggg...spelled E-u-w-a-g. I come from over by the rivers where sister finds me and teaches me steelings is wrong. So I stops that and she teachs me bouts Deznuh, and learns good and now I comes here and wants job of finding and looking and reading and sneaking for this place. I can have job?
Sorassa gives the green menace a sharp look but does not speak to it directly.
Addressing the Holbyt councilman, "How many applicants are you requiring, Mister Rowan? Do you prefer a particular skill or ability? If I know more about what you are looking for, I may be able to better answer you." She delivers another bright smile upon the councilman.
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Brett looks up in surprise – before he addresses either of you, though he bellows at the door behind you.
”MISSES DE-LIGHT! GET IN HERE!”
The door swings open and you see a rather buxom looking Dryad hurry in. Her greenish hair and golden skin seems to have an earthy and otherworldly look.
”Sorry Mista’ Rowan,” she retorts in a brisk tone – and it sounds like she is munching on some dried tree sap – possibly pine – you’re not sure – but she is certainly smacking her lips with some enthusiasm as she talks. You cannot place her accent – you believe it may come from some slum part of west Absolom – but some suggest her accent is closer to the accent’s found in the nation of Nu Jer-Zee.
”How many times did I say I will not be disturbed without an appointment?” he asks her hotly – seeming to ignore you both.
”Oh go on’ Mista’ Rowan – like yo’re so im-port-ant with your fancy self! These two want a chance to speak to ya – so I told ‘em – I said – “You just go on in and see the boss – but do it sly – he don’t like being dis-toibbed and all that – do ya Mista’ Rowan, sir? And so they said – “Why of coise we understand Honey – that makes perfect sense – we’ll slide in real quite – quiet as butta on a hot piece o’ toast!” and then I said “Ooh – mention the toast – because he likes to snack – and he’ll appreciate that quite nicely, he will” – and then they said…” Oh – but what am sayin’? You understand what they said – as they slipped in sly – and here they are!”
Brett stares needles at her, and pinches his nose between his thumb and forefinger muttering something you can barely make out – but it sounds like he is annoyed at something called a “Kwiky” – and is saying also “and now this, too”? But that doesn’t make sense…
”Yes – fine – that will be all, then,” he adds, looking up at her, and letting out a sigh.
”Oh yo’re just such a sharp one Mista’ Rowan – I said so myself when I first laid eyes on you – I said “Honey – that lad’s going places – hitch yo’re carriage to his horse – er, pony – and ye’ll be riding in the stars long before morning” – which makes sense – as I don’t see many stars after morning – let me tell you – oh, but who am I talking to? You know all that – after all; yo’re detective types – and that kind of clue finding be right up you’se guy’s alley, am I right?” she adds as she turns to head out the door.
Brett lets out a deep sigh and counts to ten.
He then looks up at you both and pastes on a semblance of a smile.
”Pardon all of that – you just met my assistant – a Miss Honey DeLight – a Dryad – of the Beech Tree variety, as you may guess…” he says, pulling out a hip flask and taking a swig.
He then stands up and walks over to you, glancing between you.
”Alright – now that that nonsense is gone – let’s get down to business, shall we?” he adds.
Brett then picks up a beat up hat and plunks it on his head, tipping it back a bit. He deftly rolls a quick smoke with a bit of tobacco and some scrap of rolling paper, then lights it on a candle and inhales deftly, then blows the smoke from his nostrils as he pushes the hat brim back a bit to examine you both better.
The white trail of smoke meanders from his hand-rolled “cigarette”, which clings precariously between his lips as his eyes roam over you like a Dire Rat searching for scraps: hungry and vigilant!
You see the butt of his pistol hangs just under his left arm-pit – and another pistol is perched on his right hip. He plucks the cigarette from his lips with his thumb and forefinger – flicking some ash into a silver bin on the well-worn oak desk, and leans back on it to examine you both better, his eyes flicking from between each of you.
”Hmm… so – ye want to be part o’ the Department, eh? Well – I don’t know what ye heard back out in the world – but in here, this is the big leagues – we don’t deal in fun and games – play-time is over – you wan the law? I am the law! It’s no picnic, that’s for damn sure – when you stick your hand in a pile of goo that used to be your partner’s face, you’ll know what to, do! Because out there it’s madness – utter chaos – mass hysteria – fire from heaven – rivers running red with blood – cats and dogs living together! Ye think ye see it all – then ye wake up the next morning only to find out ye ain’t seen nothing yet, baby! Now – get the hell out of my office,” he roars as you suddenly hop to your feet.
”Where the hell ye think ye’re going – sit down!” he bellows, as you quickly plunk yourself back down.
He takes another swig from his hip flask and glares at you both.
”I got a backlog of cases longer then my arm piled up – and ye two – characters just waltz in here and think ye can save the day, eh? I got undead prowling the underside of a cursed swamp – I got black rocks that suck life like a bad monologue sucks my patience – I got missing persons lost in caves – and I got persons found I’d rather be lost – and ye two think ye can swoop in my office and take care o’ all that?”
He deftly scoops up a pile of papers from his desk like an Air Elemental blowing sand over a beach on a windy day.
”I’ve seen both of yer files – reading them now; interesting stuff here,” he growls – prompting you both to wonder where the hell he got those files – and what exactly is in those files.
”You,” he barks out a Euwag – ”Pretty handy at sneaking around here, eh? Well – according to this – you’re some kind of “loose arrow” – slipping in and out of trouble like a bad writer slips in and out of two different obvious “genre” writing styles… But down here in the Department – I ain’t got time fer yer flim-flam and reckless ways. Here – it’s my way – or ye can get the hell out! Ye’re part of a team here – and if the team don’t win – then ye don’t win – ye got me? Good!” he adds with a growl, tossing the papers to his desk and thumbing through the second set of documents.
”And ye,” he says turning to Sorrassa with his same inexplicable intensity and seemingly angry attitude at no obvious motivation – ”says here ye got a hatred fer goblin types – well; what if I told ye that yer new partner was a goblin? Think ye can handle it – think ye can handle that challenge – I want to know! I want answers – I want the truth – nay – wait – scratch that – I don’t know if even I can handle the truth…” he adds, taking another drag from his cigarette.
He then moves back into his rather comfortable chair and flings himself into it, his rumbled hat pushed back over his curly hair, staring at you with a cocked eye from over the plume of cigarette smoke – and watching you with an intent look.
”Well – that sums things up enough on my end – why don’t you two unburden yerself with some questions – I’m sure ye got a lot o’ them – then; when I hear what ye got to say – I reckon we’ll fix the particulars – and I’ll toss a case yer way – if I think ye got the chops to make it in this world – but let me clue ye two both in to the reality of how things work around here – there ain’t nay “free rides”– we don’t tolerate “second-best” – we take all cases, and solve ‘em or go down swinging – and if the people in this berg got a problem, and no one else can help – then we’re the one’s doing the jobs that got to get done! You two got me? Good! Now – what the hell questions ye got to ask so I can answer ‘em?” he demands in a harsh and intense – yet surprisingly comfortable and relaxed – tone, as he eases himself back into the chair, glancing at you both from under the brim of his hat, the cigarette dangling from his lips, and the smooth polished oak stock of his pistol gleaming dully from the holster under his left arm-pit as he tips back another swig of the hip-flask and waits for what you have to say.
Sorassa gives the green menace a sharp look but does not speak to it directly.
Addressing the Holbyt councilman, "How many applicants are you requiring, Mister Rowan? Do you prefer a particular skill or ability? If I know more about what you are looking for, I may be able to better answer you." She delivers another bright smile upon the councilman.
Hearing this last question Brett hops up from his chair and begins to pace again.
”Hey – in this Department I’m the one who asks the questions?” he responds to Sorassa - “You got me, toots? Good – so, any other questions!” he barks out.
Realizing you clearly have more questions for him anyway – he yells out again – ”Misses DeLight!”
The door swings open and the golden-skinned Dryad flounces inside.
”Hey dollface, fetch me a cup o’ coffee – this could be a long night,” he growls at Miss DeLight.
”Oh you!” she retorts with a wave of her hand at him and a grin.
”Besides Mista’ Rowan – it’s only noon! And anyhow – I got yo’se all some coffee made the moment these lovely new folks entered yo’re office, and here it is,” she adds with a smile, brining in a tray with some coffee cups on it, and big clay pot, filled with good stuff - steaming hot and smelling freshly brewed.
Brett pours himself a mug and dismisses the buxom assistant – who rolls her eyes and shakes her head, and as she leaves you still hear her pop and smack whatever it was she is chewing as she closes the door behind her.
”Alright – ye got questions – I got answers,” Brett says as he pours himself a cup of coffee and adds some honey and cream to it.
”So – you want the job – eh? Just like that,” he says, turning to the goblin
“Ye mean to say ye don’t want to know what ye’re going to get paid – or what the job entails –that means “what it be about” Professor “Read’s-a-Lot”! And hell - ye realize that is by far the dumbest thing I ever heard? That ye come in here with yer half-cocked attitude and cavalier ways, demanding the chance to risk yer neck without even knowing what the challenge is, or how much ye’re getting paid fer it? Damnation, son - ye remind me of me! Ye’re hired!” he growls at the goblin as he takes a gulp of the coffee, adjusting the brim of his hat, and rolling up another “cigarette”.
”And as fer ye,” he adds, swiveling to the young gnome, lighting the smoke, taking a puff, then gesturing with the burning cigarette as he talks ” I read yer case file already – according to my paperwork ye got plenty o’ schooling in the books. Well, ain’t that nice. Yeah - that’s nice,– realll nice – but how much schooling in the mean streets of Praxis do ye got? Or maybe ye think this’ll be a chance for some fun and adventure, eh? Or maybe a chance to go out and “serve and protect” and just “do some good”?”
He fixes an intent eye on the gnome.
”Hell, this ain’t some kid show, sister – this is the real thing! And ye come in here with your “fancy talk” and yer thousand and one questions about things that I haven’t even begun to figure out yet, and think I’ll just know the answers in a pinch when I got a whole nation on me mind in the meantime?!” he growls over the rim of the coffee cup as he takes another hearty gulp.
”Lady – I don’t mind telling ye - ye got some nerve! But ye know what? I like that! Ye’re hired!” he adds, downing the cup of coffee with a gulp and pouring himself another.
”So – any more bright questions – or do ye two plan on taking a case? I ain’t got all day, ye know!” he adds, leaning back, waiting to see what other questions you may have, and determined to do his best to answer them in a consistent and seemingly melodramatic manner.
The goblin stares wide eyed as the the gentleman with the cigarette speaks his piece and blows the winding smoke into the room. For a moment, he is distracted by the nymph, and obviously new to some of the more refined cultural norms, actively stares at her, his gaze focused in the normal areas a teenager of any race would place them on a buxom female.
Of course i wants job boss! I knows that there be monies for job, big sister tolds me. She says that if you aks first, sometimes you get monies for jobs, and then not has to steal. She sayses that aksing its much better than takesing it.
Then, after a moment, he seems to realize maybe wasn't the question that was asked. He scratches his head and glances over at the gnome, but also realizing that he heard she "doesn't like goblin types" will get no encouragement, turns back to the halfling.
I wants to know what needs to be looked for? I heards that this were a job for finding stuffs out, and that there was monies and maybes a plce to sleep too and also? Is that trues? Also, you says I was hired. When does we gots a thing to find out about? What works you want me and gnome...uh...Sore-aaahz-aah, to start? I wants to help and also get monies for help. So what you want me and gnome to do boss?
The goblin stares wide eyed as the the gentleman with the cigarette speaks his piece and blows the winding smoke into the room. For a moment, he is distracted by the nymph, and obviously new to some of the more refined cultural norms, actively stares at her, his gaze focused in the normal areas a teenager of any race would place them on a buxom female.
Of course i wants job boss! I knows that there be monies for job, big sister tolds me. She says that if you aks first, sometimes you get monies for jobs, and then not has to steal. She sayses that aksing its much better than takesing it.
Then, after a moment, he seems to realize maybe wasn't the question that was asked. He scratches his head and glances over at the gnome, but also realizing that he heard she "doesn't like goblin types" will get no encouragement, turns back to the halfling.
I wants to know what needs to be looked for? I heards that this were a job for finding stuffs out, and that there was monies and maybes a plce to sleep too and also? Is that trues? Also, you says I was hired. When does we gots a thing to find out about? What works you want me and gnome...uh...Sore-aaahz-aah, to start? I wants to help and also get monies for help. So what you want me and gnome to do boss?
”Fair enough then – ye want to talk money – we talk money!” Brett spits out, as he takes another hit of the smoke.
”Like I said, bub – I read yer papers – I see the worth on it – and here’s what’s what on that account,” he adds.
”First off – I be getting an office set up fer everyone. The office be kind o’ complicated – not finished yet – need a lab fer ye to work cases – and also some new things fer ye to use on cases – but it be far from getting stuff done – yet – but it will be.”
”That be at Department Headquarters – lab, weapons storage, magical gear to break down and go over and other things – including offices and sleeping quarters.”
”Ye be getting a place to sleep there – yer own apartment, as is – so ye don’t need to worry on paying fer quarters – plus we’re getting a chowline set up fer agents… Basically we get all yer bloody expenses taken care of; uniform, basic gear, medical, to an extent; full coverage benefits be getting hashed out – and meantime we get ye 200 gold pieces a month – plus a cut of what ye find,” he adds, taking another puff ”But that’s bloody pocket money – provided ye’re worth it, ye hear?” he adds with another growl.
”Now – that settle yer hash – or ye got more questions? Oh yeah - what do ye do? Well - I got a mess o' cases fer ye - when I see about this one here," he adds jerking his thumb to the gnome "then I figure what case to be sending ye on,” he spits out.
”And as fer ye – do ye got anything to ask?” he says rotating to Sorassa.
Sorassa's mouth was agape, yet she was not saying anything but listening to the Holbyt shout orders at his assistant (who seemed to take it all in her stride) and talk at her and the green menace.
When he decreed that he liked her mettle and she had the job, Sorassa closed her mouth.
So, they would be getting an office, living quarters, food, supplies, gear and other incidentals. And a wage of 200 gold pieces.
First she decided to answer the question pertaining to Euwag the goblin. "I have an natural distrust of green men..err goblins, Mister Rowan, and I make no apology for it. Most of those known to me have done wrong by me, mine or others. That is not to say I cannot learn to like a colleague for I am rather amiable. As long as Euwag, the name did not sit right on her lips, like sucking on a lemon, can be trusted and is loyal then he and I should have no problems", fixing her peridot eyes on the green menace...err goblin.
Curious to know more about the strange events in and around the capital and greater republic, "It is true I am book-learned and have spent a great proportion of my time indoors than out. But I am not without knowledge of the Praxian outdoors. I am no warrior or fighter, if truth be told. My expertise would lie in gathering information and applying knowledge to the problem at hand. My natural curiosity lends itself very well to observation, have no fear on that account, Mister Rowan."
Having endured the green menace...err goblin's question, Sorassa continues, "How many in the department, sir? It would be good to know everyone's skills so we can apply the jobs effectively and manage the expertise on hand accordingly. And, are there detailed files on these numerous open cases you have?"
There is a knock on the door and a stunningly beautiful young woman walks into the room. She is human with brilliant blue eyes and long auburn hair that falls nearly to her waste. Two highlights in her hair along the front, one blonde and the other a deep red, accent and frame her face.
Is this where the interviews are being conducted? I was instructed to see a Councilman Rowan. Her voice has a musical, lilting quality to it as she speaks.
Upon hearing the knock and a surprisingly melodic voice behind her, Sorassa turns to see who the newcomer is.
Remembering herself and in the nick of time, Sorassa keeps her her mouth shut! Still, her peridot eyes never leave the human woman, scrutinising her both directly and indirectly.
Joyous, a beauty queen. The team is complete. The males will never get any work done with this one around. Sigh.
Euwag blinks a moment at the new female and raises an eybrow. His hat slips down over his face momentarily, but he harumpfs and pushes it back up with a quickness.
You late, humanlady. Me and gnome Sore-aaaaaaaaahssss-aaaaaah got job first.
His tounge starts to come out in a gesture that seems to imply rather overtly, "nanny-nanny-boo-boo, stick your head in..." ahem, well the impression is there, but he manages to stop himself somewhat, and pretends to chew on his tounge instead.
And with flaring nostrils, and a toothy smile;
You can haves me coffy, humanlady, me no likes.
and with both hands clasped around the cup, he presents it to her, arms straight out, and angled up, blinking.
There is a knock on the door and a stunningly beautiful young woman walks into the room. She is human with brilliant blue eyes and long auburn hair that falls nearly to her waste. Two highlights in her hair along the front, one blonde and the other a deep red, accent and frame her face.
Is this where the interviews are being conducted? I was instructed to see a Councilman Rowan. Her voice has a musical, lilting quality to it as she speaks.
Brett glances up and sees the new “applicant”. After the once over – naturally – he adds something completely appropriate and somewhat poetic.
”Humuna, humana, humana!”
Then, clearing his throat - he moves over to introduce himself properly.
”Well, well – who is this foxy lady?” he says with a grin.
”Name’s Rowan, miss – Bartleby Rowan – care fer a drink?” he queries as he opens up a cabinet and pulls out a bottle of scotch.
”Hey slim – why don’t ye hop up and make some room fer the lady,” Brett adds to Euwag.
”Soo…” he says making himself comfortable as he picks up a file from his desk as he reads it over.
”I should add – that there be nay possible way I would allow a person from Tian Xi to be jumping up here without clearing it with me in advance normally,” he says pouring two glasses of scotch ”But at the Department – I got to admit – me standards are bit more… relaxed then in other places – savvy?” he adds with something you presume is supposed to be a charming grin.
”Now – that said – I can be offering ye the same deal as with the others – but in yer case I be willing to make a few special considerations on “private quarters” – if ye catch me drift,” he adds, wiggling his eyebrows.
”But – never mind all that,” he adds, sliding her a general contract that has the details of the project – in terms of needs and necessity.
”Ye look it over – and let me know what ye think,” he says, finishing up – his mind suddenly jumping off on a modes tangent – recalling another attractive red-head - but in her case he remembers instead her determination to make sure paladins didn’t step out of line!
Sorassa's mouth was agape, yet she was not saying anything but listening to the Holbyt shout orders at his assistant (who seemed to take it all in her stride) and talk at her and the green menace.
When he decreed that he liked her mettle and she had the job, Sorassa closed her mouth.
So, they would be getting an office, living quarters, food, supplies, gear and other incidentals. And a wage of 200 gold pieces.
First she decided to answer the question pertaining to Euwag the goblin. "I have an natural distrust of green men..err goblins, Mister Rowan, and I make no apology for it. Most of those known to me have done wrong by me, mine or others. That is not to say I cannot learn to like a colleague for I am rather amiable. As long as Euwag, the name did not sit right on her lips, like sucking on a lemon, can be trusted and is loyal then he and I should have no problems", fixing her peridot eyes on the green menace...err goblin.
Curious to know more about the strange events in and around the capital and greater republic, "It is true I am book-learned and have spent a great proportion of my time indoors than out. But I am not without knowledge of the Praxian outdoors. I am no warrior or fighter, if truth be told. My expertise would lie in gathering information and applying knowledge to the problem at hand. My natural curiosity lends itself very well to observation, have no fear on that account, Mister Rowan."
Having endured the green menace...err goblin's question, Sorassa continues, "How many in the department, sir? It would be good to know everyone's skills so we can apply the jobs effectively and manage the expertise on hand accordingly. And, are there detailed files on these numerous open cases you have?"
Brett sidles up to Sorassa and takes another taste from the cigarette.
”Yeah doll, I know ye ain’t no tough guy – these papers here say ye’re some kind o’ wiz at all things bookish – which be pretty damn handy, I reckon – not to mention ye’re on pretty good terms with the gods – which don’t be a bad thing neither,” he adds.
”How ye take yer coffee?” he asks, as he pours a cup for her and leans back again, glancing her over, the cigarette dangling from his lips.
”Fancy a light?” he adds, reaching for another smoke – glancing at her. As he waits for her answer – he plows on.
”I got a whole list o’ notes on each case I been piling up.”
”Meantime - what do ye be looking fer – I got cases with undead; I got cases with dark rocks that may be connected to dark otherworldly planes; I got cases that deal with magic spells and alchemical poisons; I got cases with mind control and possible psychic slavery; I got cases with missing persons; I got cases with folks that need getting spied out – hell yeah – I got a whole mess o’ cases – take yer pick!” he adds.
”As fer partners – hmm… it seems I got an extremely smart, somewhat pristine and very educated lass – coupled with a bit barbaric, certainly gruesome and quite likely foul little lad – you’ll be tossed together in obvious wacky adventures and somewhat intense hijinks… bit of an “odd couple” there, hmm, now that I think of it… ” he start to muse aloud about something.
”And let’s not forget the “foxy lady” there – aye – this is all coming together,” he adds, adjusting his hat a bit as he exhales from his nostrils.
”Oh Mista’ Rowan – it is to laugh,” you hear suddenly from outside the office door interrupting his musing.
”Er – yes… well – back to work, then…” he harrumphs.
”Alright then – here’s the straight skinny – I got a pile o’ cases to handle and I got no one to do it – meantime - the boss of this place – a real big-wig from out west; handles horse ranching and such, bit of an equestrian – well, the thing is that she’s busting my balls for some hard action on solving these cases quick smart, ye hear?”
”Now – ye don’t want to tango on her wrong side – she don’t put up with results that go amiss – so I figure ye get the jobs done – and get done fast,” he adds.
Picking up a stack of papers, he begins to flip through them – somewhat frustrated and frowns at them.
”We got a few cases that could work fer ye all – but I don’t want to push something heavy on ye that ye can’t handle – and I’m not clear on what that can be – yet… “ he muses a bit more.
”Here be something relatively easy – and close to home…” he adds, half to himself.
”We got a trouble with some bugs that can bend a brain. I want ye to tackle it – I want ye to figure out what to do with them bugs – how to get ‘em off the person – and how ye can solve it – I want to know what’s what – and I want it done in the next 48 hours – now – the bug be in the Capital City – called Saravale – I got a coach waiting fer ye outside to take ye there – once ye get out there – take this to the Council – tell ‘em its from me – and get to work,” he adds, handing you a dossier.
”Oh – one other thing – ye’ll be needing these,” he adds, and reaches into his desk and pulls out two badges and tosses them to each of you.
Sorassa rolls her eyes at the antics of the councilman. But of course she would get special consideration. Beauty alone warrants such benefits. Bolts! Sorassa once again sighs inwardly. So, she joins us and the Holbyt hasn't even asked her name. She shakes her head in slight disgust.
Taking a step forward, she extends her hand (as to shake her hand) to the beauty. "Hello, fellow colleague. I am Sorassa Longread. What is your name?"
With an amount of excitement reserved for young princesses upon hearing that their daddy dearest has procured for them a unicorn, and young puppies who've missed their master over the last few weeks and he's recently arrived home, Euwag snatches up the badge and holds it up in the air, examining it.
Oooooo, shiny!
He stands on the chair straight, back arched and one hand on his hip, holding the badge out, grinning widely and eyes unblinking. You can almost hear a chorus in the backgroung singing, "aaaaaahhhhh!", and then realize it's just the goblin humming.
OK! We goes to sneak and find and know head bugs!!! WE GOES!!!!!
Sorassa pins the S.I.D.badge to her vest.
"I like my coffee with lots of cream, please, Mister Rowan. And I don't smoke, so I will respectfully decline the offer."
Sorassa takes a sip of the fragrant coffee.
"I believe the magic and alchemy one would be most interesting and right up my alley! Also, the psychic slavery intrigues me. I'm good with rocks so black rock from another plane."
Then something the Holbyt councilman says hits her hard and fast.
"You're pairing me and the green men..err goblin? You called us an 'odd couple' ... Indeed you jest, Mister Rowan. Aye? I thought we all worked as a team!"
The woman smiles at Brett and says You seem to know quite a bit about me by first appearances but I have actually never been to Tian Xia. My grandparents emigrated to Varisia over 100 years ago She gives a very small curtsy in her white silk dress after introducing herself.
Turning to Sorassa she smiles brightly, taking her hand in a soft but firm grip, and says Very pleased to meet you Mistress Longread. I am Genevive Lorien. It is good to see another woman on this task force otherwise I am sure nothing would get done. You know how men love to gossip and talk. She gives a wink to Brett to show she obviously doesn't mean him in the slightest, before turning her attention back to the conversation at hand.
It seems I must apologize for my tardiness as I had not heard about this meeting until very recently. As for the tasks it seems these "bugs" She shudders a bit at the thought...are causing quite a bit of trouble. Do you not have surgeons and healers that can have them removed? Also it seems to me that an expert on their country of origin may have special knowledge of techniques necessary for their removal.
Bugs don't has country humanlady, thems bug, they gots no smarts. Them gots lands where there lots of em, though. Maybe you means that?
...oh yeah! Me called Yoo-wagg, spells E-u-w-a-g, humanlady.
After adjusting his hat, he takes Genevive's hand firmly in both of his and vigorously shakes them. With a bit of odd swagger, he pins the badge to the upper breast of his armor and leans on the back of the chair. Looking at the gnome with big amber eyes;
So, miss Sore-aaahs-uh, job gonna be look at bugs. Bugs under ground, yeah? Bugs get in brain. We goes to find and sneak and look at how bugs do brain stuff, yeah? Ok. We goes.
Then, proudly hooking his little thums on his collar, and with a sideways glance to the seated halfling in the flickering candlelight;
You got some bugs to look at boss, where dem be? We goes.
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Striding through the entrance, a charming man enters the room, "Bugs that reside in the brain and control the host victim? Sounds as though it wouldn't be a mundane sort of creature. The question is how does it survive without killing the host? If it is like some parasites, it would eat te brain and kill the host very quickly, and with little hope for a cure, it would likely be a matter to quarantine those infected and eradicating the creatures. Yet a creature that controls the host, to what point and purpose, how would such a thing live?" he turns for a moment and mutters something about feeding on signals being enough to sustain a small creature and cause a highly suggestive state. He dons a fine equipment, a gentleman's rapier at one side, shield strapped casually to his back, and shimmering chain peeks out of his tunic.
Catching himself about to get lost in thought and begin pacing, he looks at Brett, says with a bow, "Pleasure to meet you. Please allow me to introduce myself, I am Jerall Mallik, archivist, antiquarian, and student of language writing and glyphs. I was directed here by a mister Arsinian Wells who said you were looking for those with investigative abilities, and he said to head over here at my very first convenience. I believe you received a file on me? I do hope it's all flattering." He gives Brett a smile then looks to his side to see who all else is there.
Seeing nobody but hearing signs of a person's presence, he looks down and is taken aback by the Gnome and Goblin. Crouching down to their eye-levels he says, with a twinkle of fascination in his eye, "Well, hello you two, pleasure to meet you both. I'm Jerall, as I mentioned, you and you are?"
And with a whirl, he spins around and looks directly at Genevive, "I am very sorry that i didn't notice you till just now, m'lady," he says, taking her hand and planting a gentlemanly kiss on it. "I sincerely apologize, please do not take offense. Jerall Mallik, to say it a third time, and you might be..." His voice trails off in part as a question, and in part because he may have lost interest in what he was saying, rather considering Genevive very carefully, as though there is something odd about her that he can't quite put his finger on.
He's hardly taken a pause for breath since he entered the room, in a flurry of unfinished conversation and distraction, the gentleman maintains his pleasant smile. He's rather scattered and almost addled, but the sharp look in his eye betrays something beneath the ditzy fop, something sharp and clever. He looks about giving others a moment to speak, finally.
Turning to Sorassa she smiles brightly, taking her hand in a soft but firm grip, and says Very pleased to meet you Mistress Longread. I am Genevive Lorien. It is good to see another woman on this task force otherwise I am sure nothing would get done. You know how men love to gossip and talk. She gives a wink to Brett to show she obviously doesn't mean him in the slightest, before turning her attention back to the conversation at hand.
It seems I must apologize for my tardiness as I had not heard about this meeting until very recently. As for the tasks it seems these "bugs" She shudders a bit at the thought...are causing quite a bit of trouble. Do you not have surgeons and healers that can have them removed? Also it seems to me that an expert on their country of origin may have special knowledge of techniques necessary for their removal.
"Good to meet you, Miss Lorien. You may call me Sorassa. No need for such formality among our unit." The gnome smiles and accepts the firm handshake, respecting it. She is curious about this beautiful woman and continues to observe her as she speaks to the group as a whole.
"Mister Rowan, can you tell us more about the Baroness and Council members? As Miss Lorien has stated an expert from the origin country may be useful to our investigations into these parasites."
Bugs don't has country humanlady, thems bug, they gots no smarts. Them gots lands where there lots of em, though. Maybe you means that?
...oh yeah! Me called Yoo-wagg, spells E-u-w-a-g, humanlady.After adjusting his hat, he takes Genevive's hand firmly in both of his and vigorously shakes them. With a bit of odd swagger, he pins the badge to the upper breast of his armor and leans on the back of the chair. Looking at the gnome with big amber eyes;
So, miss Sore-aaahs-uh, job gonna be look at bugs. Bugs under ground, yeah? Bugs get in brain. We goes to find and sneak and look at how bugs do brain stuff, yeah? Ok. We goes.
Then, proudly hooking his little thums on his collar, and with a sideways glance to the seated halfling in the flickering candlelight;
You got some bugs to look at boss, where dem be? We goes.
"Exactly. As the green men..err Euwag has aptly stated, how many specimens of the parasite do we have, Mister Rowan?"
Seeing nobody but hearing signs of a person's presence, he looks down and is taken aback by the Gnome and Goblin. Crouching down to their eye-levels he says, with a twinkle of fascination in his eye, "Well, hello you two, pleasure to meet you both. I'm Jerall, as I mentioned, you and you are?"
Sorassa notices the sharpness of his gaze -- More going on inside of that one, she thinks privately.
Extending her hand,
"Hello, Jerall. I am Sorassa Longread." She wondered if she should introduce the goblin beside her, but thought Euwag might find it high-handed and rude so she leaves it to him to make his own introductions.
Bugs don't has country humanlady, thems bug, they gots no smarts. Them gots lands where there lots of em, though. Maybe you means that?
...oh yeah! Me called Yoo-wagg, spells E-u-w-a-g, humanlady.After adjusting his hat, he takes Genevive's hand firmly in both of his and vigorously shakes them. With a bit of odd swagger, he pins the badge to the upper breast of his armor and leans on the back of the chair. Looking at the gnome with big amber eyes;
So, miss Sore-aaahs-uh, job gonna be look at bugs. Bugs under ground, yeah? Bugs get in brain. We goes to find and sneak and look at how bugs do brain stuff, yeah? Ok. We goes.
Then, proudly hooking his little thums on his collar, and with a sideways glance to the seated halfling in the flickering candlelight;
You got some bugs to look at boss, where dem be? We goes.
Genevive smiles at the little goblin's antics. He's so adorable! He's so tiny!
It is nice to meet you Euwag, and yes that is exactly what I meant. You are very smart to have understood me. She says without the slightest hint of sarcasm.
And with a whirl, he spins around and looks directly at Genevive, "I am very sorry that i didn't notice you till just now, m'lady," he says, taking her hand and planting a gentlemanly kiss on it. "I sincerely apologize, please do not take offense. Jerall Mallik, to say it a third...
Genevive smiles back and says No apology is necessary, Jerall. My name is Genevive Lorien. It is a pleasure to meet you as well.
”What the hell IS all this?” Brett roars out as he stares for a moment at the talk and commotion in his cramped office; now seemingly twice as crowded!
”Did the sign on the door say “Come on in and make yerself at home?” – nay – it didn’t – and why? Because there ain’t a sign like that on the door, that’s why!”
He begins to pace back and forth between you all, puffing furiously on his cigarette all the while.
”First things first, Mallik – I got yer file – read it through, just like I did with all these other blasted folks! I know 'em all - name, age, hell - I even know their bloody eye color! But then - ye don’t get to be the head of a National Intelligence Agency – that be “Spymaster” fer ye that don’t speak the lingo – without knowing a few things!” he adds with a wolfish grin.
Taking another puff from his smoke he strides up to Mallik and looks him over – observing the shield on his back.
”Huh! That shield be just blamed foolishness! How’s a lad supposed to hang a droopy trench coat over his shoulders on a seemingly never-ending rainy night so he can meander down dark alleys with a slow and purposeful stride when he’s got a damn shield on his back!” he mutters to himself.
”Ye think these folks never detected anything! Bah! Amateurs!” he growls in a somewhat louder voice.
He then slides his drawer open and plucks out a badge – tossing it to Mallik – who catches it deftly.
Seeing the goblin – he frowns a bit.
”Lad – I be square with ye now – firstly – there be not much liking fer goblin-kind in this berg – but they tolerate ‘em aright if ye don’t push hard. But right now ye got the chance to be in… shall we say… “Cognito” – as it were… that's book-smart lingo fer meaning "in bloody disguise!" And it ain’t going to work well if ye advertise it to all in sundry!”
Brett slides the flap of his dark blue vest open – and you see that inside the vest, hanging from a pocket – is the badge. Easily disguised – but also easy to show – in a pinch – should he need to.
”And – as I already said – there be a coach waiting fer ye all outside – and why? Because I can’t get one inside, gods damn it! The coach’ll take ye straight away to the capital – where ye’ll see the news that’s there. There be a bloody copy of the notes in the carriage; the Council, Chief Members – all sorts o’ other things – and, as I said – the Council expects – nay – it demands results! We don’t dance around here, as it were – we want action – and we want bloody answers! So get yer collective arses out o’ here – but first; stop over at the supply room and meet with the lad who’s running it – Miss DeLight will show ye the way – pick up yer gear – which be the bloody company’s mind ye – and then catch the coach on the way to the capital. I want this thing wrapped up quick-smart; don't ye professors know what "48 Hours" means? That means fast, like - less then two days – so – what the hell are ye waiting fer? Get going!” he roars out and stumps over to his chair, throwing himself into it as the crew rushes out of the office.
Meanwhile –
Miss DeLight quickly ushers the party down a hall of an unfinished building and into a large room with various crates, boxes, tables, tools, bottles, burners and (of course) – schematics! Clearly – it is a lab…
Working in a corner was a wiry looking fellow with a long jacket.
When you approach, he turns and looks up in a surprise; you see it is an elven fellow, and he is wearing spectacles.
”Ah – good afternoon; welcome my laboratory – I’m pleased to meet you all. Clearly you’re here to pick up your gear? Excellent – while I attend to it – please – let me know if there are any questions you would like me to answer? Ah - this reminds me - care for any tea?”
His tone is polite – his accent cultured – his manners refined – and his smile charming.
Clearly, this is a fellow well suited to the nuances of providing all manner of intriguing gear to the heroes on their next mission… you suspect that he’ll be better to answer your questions then others will.