"Now, why would we try to break into what we're guarding? It's bad for business, betraying your employers. Anything else we need to know, or should we get started?"
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"You better not have hired us just to get cheap sailors." Werdred scowls, mainly because he's wearing thirty pounds of iron at the moment.
Werdred soon follows the other two, scowling.
"This better be worth it." Werdred takes a quick look over the contract before pricking his finger and signing it with his blood.
"So, your boss is paying for whatever we eat tonight?" A smile creeps across Werdred's face. "I'll take a bottle of your finest wine. For the meal, surprise me."
Although Werdred does want the money, he wants a patron more. If he just needed money, he could just mug someone. But if he wants to stay alive once the Family tracks him down, he's going to need someone powerful enough to drive them off. "I'm in too."
"She knows a place that's looking for workers. Workers that are good at cutting up meat, if you know what I mean."
"Well, I've got some experience chopping up meat. Where are they hiring?"
"Yes we are." Werdred takes a swig of his ale and leans in a bit closer. "You know if anyone in this town's looking for some workers, if you catch my drift."
"One gold for a single drink? This is gods-damned robbery." Werdred grumbles as he heads over to the troll, placing five gold in front of him. "Can I get the money exchanged now?", Werdred says angrily.
Werdred leers at the waitress. "I'll take an ale."
So, a pixie, a nobleman and some idiot who smells like the sewers walk into a bar. In most places, that would be a bad joke. Here, it's just another average night, judging by the other patrons. "The name's Werdred."
"Well? Come on." Werdred steps past the others and walks into the inn.
"Coincidence or not, how about we move this conversation inside? Spent too much time out here as it is."
"How far away is this goddamn inn?"
"Damn fog. At least I'm almost there." Drawing his cloak tighter around him, Werdred continues towards the inn.
"Damn it, is any place in this damn city open?" Werdred pauses as he hears a tune drifting through the fog. Deciding that only an inn would be playing music at this time of night, Werdred heads towards it.
A lone man walks through the mist, his armor quietly rattling. He has been doing this for the past several weeks, and he won't be doing this for any longer. Tonight, he'll find an inn. Tomorrow, he'll find an employer and hope he's gone far enough. And if he hasn't, well, he'll kill whoever comes after him.
I'm ready.
Why not, I'll third the question.
Well, I should be done if I didn't say so already.
And I'm here too.
Well, I should be done with everything but the HP. This reminds me, does my first level of Warrior count as my first level for maximum HP, or does my Fighter/Barbarian level? Still, rolling them all here anyway.
So, either 33HP or 44HP, depending on which counts as first level.
Well, I'm most of the way done. Quick question, what are we doing for HP and starting gold?
"What the hells?", Werdred says as he looks out into the darkness. "So, which way should we go, my lady.", he says with obvious disdain to Elsebeth.
"Don't worry, I'm coming as soon as I make sure the girl doesn't go wandering off."
Werdred continues holding the door open.
DM/Elsebeth: Spoiler: "No, after you. I insist.", he says, a hard edge creeping into his voice.
GM/Elsebeth: Spoiler: Werdred narrows his eyes at Elsebeth. "Now, we can't risk anyone finding out this is a Family business. Besides, I think the council will be a bit mad if someone tries to weasel in on their operation here." When Graythorne yells, Werdred walks over to the door and opens it. "After you, my dear.", he says with a sinister smile.
GM/Elsebeth: Spoiler: "Oh, nothing interesting. Just some business records. We just can't let information on Family businesses fall into anyone's hands, right?" Werdred flashes her a smile as he puts his pack back over his shoulder.
GM: Spoiler:
Werdred begins searching through the ledgers, looking for the most incriminating and placing them in his pack.
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"Damn, this doesn't look good. Peron should of expected us to be here eventually. Even he's courteous enough to tell someone to stay up here to greet us."
Werdred dismounts and walks down towards the office. "Hey, Peron! You in there?", he yells as he readies his sword and shield.
"Werdred Blakely. I'll be out of town about a week.", he says as he passes his papers to
Following Delish out to the meeting.
DM: Spoiler: Werdred leans back, smiling. "One question. How do you want him dead? Send him poisoned wine, beat him the next time he steps into a dark alley, toss him off a building?"
Well, I really only came up with that much anyway. If you want to expand on it, feel free. If you don't, it's still about as good as I would of written.
I'm thinking of a family enforcer for Werdred - how does that sound Davi? That sounds just fine and dandy to me. Now, just to write a background.
My equipment should now be done.
Davi - I'll have to go see watchmen...Any thoughts on a faction to be involved with? They tend to be organized around the religions, although the Family is another obvious choice. Oh, I definitely recommend it. One word of semi-warning though. The Comedian is a ****ing bastard. So why not play him in an evil game? Also, working for The Family sounds good.
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