Kutholiam Vuere

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2 posts. Alias of Whimsy Chris.


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For Tulgeikh:

Spoiler:
"Your naivety is cute. But I will furnish said contract for proof. Expect it early tomorrow. Don't worry, you will find it.

"As for threats, as long as you do what I say, you will not have any further threats.

"I don't have time to sit with you during these races, nor do I get chummy with the help. Here is what I want from you. One of our clients recently had a shipment stolen from him. The shipment included several precious bottles designed in ancient times by Xen'drik elves that my client hoped to auction off for a hefty sum. We suspect the Daask gang stole them and plans to sell them on the black market.

"Your mission is to find and return those bottles. If you do, I will pay you 100 gold pieces. Not bad for a days work, eh?

"I have to leave now. I will contact you once you have the bottles. Good day. Oh, and don't bother following me."

With that, he turns and begins to leave.


For Tulgeikh:

Spoiler:
The man smiles. "Relax, child. I'm not going to hurt you. You are far too valuable to me and my interests. And if you decide to fight me, ultimately it would not be in your best interests. But yes, you do have a debt to pay. Don't blame me; blame your parents.

"Several years ago, your parents were hired by us to fight in the Last War. However, they had a child. According to their contract, in the event that both should die, our house would take over the rearing of the child. They died and we have raised you, Tulgeikh. We gave you to the orphanage and provided a yearly sum to that crazy kalashtar.

"We planned to begin your mercenary training when you were thirteen, but soon learned that you were gaining another kind of, shall we say, street training down in the Cogs. Such knowledge may come in handy for us.

"Now it is time to make up for all that we provided for your childhood. Let me just say, if you refuse us, then we will take certain measures. I'm sure you don't want to see your childhood home razed to the ground, the corpses of burnt children on your conscience. Even an orc couldn't be too happy with that result, I would imagine.

"Do you understand me? Would you like to hear about your first, well, let's call it a 'mission', shall we? Oh, and feel free to call me Shawnis." He finishes with another smile.