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Quatar wrote: She sighs "But I agree with the halfling - I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name - living under Lamm's rule cannot be any better. Especially since I never heard that he employs adults. So I can only guess what he does to them when they reach a certain age." "Rest assured that Lamm does employ adults, but only those he can easily control. That is why the bulk of his workforce are children," Lythal said darkly. "The death of children will be an unfortunate consequence but as I've heard some say; 'you can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.'. However, do not underestimate the abilities of his older lackeys," Lythal absent-mindedly rolled a vial of explosive between two fingers.
Lythal smirked at Gaius' comment about working for Lamm. "I wouldn't stoop to Lamm's level, the man appears to lack in ambition. As for the hired help, I trained his pet Gnome in the arts of alchemy before the two had met. That didn't stop the miserable little cretin from attempting to kill me with explosives." Lythal pulled his cloak back to reveal some small vials of garishly coloured liquid. "Rest assured that had I been in the employ of Lamm, all I would have done is throw some explosives through the window of this establishment and let the cramped quarters do the hard work for me," Lythal chuckled darkly.
Lythal had remained quiet, drinking in the ambience of the tap room as discussions volley back and forth and as the game of darts progressed. However, as the discussion about Lamm came up, he had to shake his head. "You all seem to be rather deluded," the hooded figure said during a lull in the conversation, "Do you think that Lamm is unguarded? I seek him dead for purely business reasons, but I know firsthand what his lackeys are capable of. After all, I trained one of them myself.". Lythal sipped the last of his wine from the goblet in his hand before indicating to the barkeep that he desired a refill. "Rushing headlong into his lair would be folly, not least because you would run straight into his lackeys."
Questions:
1. How did Gaedren Lamm ruin your life?
"I'm told humans have a saying: your mistakes catch up to you in the end. I intend to catch up to my mistake. I once trained a Gnome in the arts of alchemy, only for the ungrateful wretch attempt to kill me with a bomb. That Gnome is now a lackey of a human criminal called Gaedren Lamm, who apparently extorts young children to do his crimes for him, leaving them in the 'care' of that miserable little bastard who tried to kill me. Killing Lamm will be purely business, but killing the Gnome? Well, that'll be a pleasure." 2. What do you think of the tension at the royal court between King Eodred II and the Royal Queen Ileosa?
3. Do you think you could change Korvosa for the better? How?
4. What will your character contribute to the group?
5. What are your plans for your character mechanically?
6. What are your plans for your character from a story-perspective?
7. Consider your character's heritage: could he (or she) possibly be of noble or royal blood, or is he (or she) a lowborn commoner?
A hooded figure that had, until now, remained silent surveyed the room and the patrons of this particular establishment. It was not up to his usual standards, but Lythal had felt the undercurrents of revolution ever since his arrival in Korvosa and he had figured that rooming in an establishment below his usual high standards might well prove more amenable to his continued existence. Besides, at least the wine was passable. "It seems something has riled up the populace," he said, tipping his head towards the barred door. His voice was lilting, a clue to a trained ear as to his race. "It seems there is much love for the King, yet not so much for his bride." Lythal stood and moved closer to the window, beyond which he could see torches moving around presumably being born aloft by angry mobs. Although a cloak covered much of his personage, the quick-eyed amongst the patrons might catch glimpses of tools and vials that would allude to the tall Elf's calling. "Another goblet of wine, please," he said to the barkeep, turning from the window and taking an empty seat at the bar. "It would appear that my business shall have to wait until morning." |