When anyone enters the elevator a chill crawls along your skin when the door closes. You can swear there is a presence watching you. The letter warms noticeably for a moment and the presence seem satisfied and vanishes. The elevator door opens revealing a hallway leading to a singular door that has the number 32 engraved on it even though its the only door here. Upon entering the party sees an office well furnished with chairs and a counter lined with whiskey and other glass decanters. The office is dominated by a dark wood desk with a leather chair behind it. One side of wall is lined with book shelves and the other is lined with filing cabinets.
You see a man tap his cigarette on a nearby ash tray. A tiefling as evident by his sharp horns and brick red skin. He is well dressed as if someone from the Cloud district and has an ornate silver pocket watch. He gestures to the chairs. "Sit I have need of each of your skills for this task." On his desk you briefly see photos of a grisly scene before he closes the file. Most likely the aftermath of a fight between the Low Landers and Appelion.
Varlan looks around at the assembled group and raises an eyebrow, "Not some lost rich kid then."
Still cradling his coffee he takes a seat as directed, putting his pack gently on the floor in front of him. As he does so, his gloves recede from his hands, and the helmet on his head seems to retract behind his head revealing short black hair and a pale face.
In the brighter light of the office, dark rings can be seen under his eyes. He seems content to wait, allowing the coffee to do its job.
He looks at each party member as if sizing them up. "My name is Melkus and I need each of your skills for this task. There is this ancient relic known as the Aureum. We don't know much more than that and that is where this team comes in. I need everyone here to find Ellis Moir an archeologist affiliated with Melbric Academy. She is on the run and we lost track of her in the Pauperis District." He shows everyone a scrap of paper Tebith's Lounge. "She might have hidden here. Its a private club known for gambling and other illegal activities."He gives the party a photo of Ellis Moir, a red haired halfling women in her 30's
From a desk drawer, he pulls out an amber coffer and places it on the desk. He takes a moment to unlock it with a key revealing a good amount gold pieces. "Don't worry you will be paid on completion of this job. Any questions?"
Varlan nods, seeming relieved. He picks up the photograph and examines it closely, then pulls a sheet of parchment from his pack. Some tools appear briefly in his hand and a copy of the woman's image appears on the parchment which he continues to examine after replacing the original on the table for his companions to examine.
After a time, he looks up at Melkus. "May we ask what or whom she is on the run from, and...if this is a rescue or an arrest?"
"Bring her... alive? Undamaged? Willingly? Details can be important," Finn points out. "Misunderstandings can be quite problematic."
She glances over and watches the one named Varlan copy the image with some curiosity. "The nose isn't that wide," she points out. "And you have the eyes a bit too close together..."
"And how much we getting paid? How much resistance do we expect once we do find the woman? Is she running from us or just from everyone in general? What is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow? How much wood would a... Well, I guess the questions about the job are the important ones."
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Varlan frowns at the image, then up at the woman. "It is, I believe, an exact copy." He reaches for the photograph then takes another look at his work, and the image shifts slightly
He glances up the woman and smiles, "Well, almost exact."
"Varlan Thorne, at your service. I do not believe that we have been introduced."
With a stern gaze Melkus answers "Bring her back alive against her will if she will not come with you. This is a rescue against the Low Landers who are probably scouring Pauperis looking for her."
"Finn, nicetameetcha," she says quickly. "We exchanged names below but you didn't stop and chat. Not the sociable sort, hmm?"
Finn leans over and takes a second look ay yje sketch. "Hmm, well. Ok. If it's exact enough for you then I guess that'll be as good as we get..."
"Oh, alive. Good to know! But some damage is ok if necessary, yes? And you expect her to know about the Aureum. Like it's location or such. Or some clues at least. Anything else we should know so we can look around? I'd hate to pass up a vital clue or such just because you weren't fully clear on what's going on."
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"I was a late arrival," Varlan says, frowning slightly. For one so pedantic, she clearly missed important details. Ah. She is just messing with my mind. He nods, folds his parchment, then turns his attention to their host, waiting for their answers.
"Yes you can be a bit rough if needed. I believe she has some clues to point use to where the Aureum could be." Answers Melkus as he puts out his cigarette. "You will be paid 600 gp if you bring her in alive enough to talk. Now get going before someone else finds her first"
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Norros taps his hand on the furniture emphatically. "Just a moment, now. Suppose she has this Aureum or it's close enough at hand - or in precarious, timely position- that we must naturally pursue this bauble first... Is it dangerous to handle? What is it?"
"If you find the Aureum with her or nearby then send me a telegram at the nearest telegraph office. I will instruct you further from here. Now leave and that was not a request" Melkus gestures at the door and it swings open.
Outside the door stands an anxious middle aged man sweating profusely. He eyes the party and then Melkus. He wipes his brow with a stained handkerchief
"Just a moment Makfert they were just leaving" Melkus pulls out another manila folder with a red label.
"Alrighty, Melkus, it was great to meet you and we look forward to taking care of this for you," Finn says as she walks backwards through the entrance. "We are totally dependable and the best group for this jo-oh!" She petite green and white haired girl stumbles to someone who is already standing in the doorway.
"Just a moment Makfert they were just leaving" Melkus pulls out another manila folder with a red label.
"Oh, yes! Sorry Mr... errr, Makfert? Yes, totally my fault! I should've watched where I was going... Sorry!" Finn apologizes profusely as she straightens and dusts off Makfert's clothing as cover to see what she can lift off him. ( Sleight of Hand: 18 )
"Well great, a train sounds perfect! No crushing all into one cab for this group, no siree..." she prattles as quickly pressing the elevator button again and again...
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We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
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When anyone enters the elevator a chill crawls along your skin when the door closes. You can swear there is a presence watching you. The letter warms noticeably for a moment and the presence seem satisfied and vanishes. The elevator door opens revealing a hallway leading to a singular door that has the number 32 engraved on it even though its the only door here. Upon entering the party sees an office well furnished with chairs and a counter lined with whiskey and other glass decanters. The office is dominated by a dark wood desk with a leather chair behind it. One side of wall is lined with book shelves and the other is lined with filing cabinets.
You see a man tap his cigarette on a nearby ash tray. A tiefling as evident by his sharp horns and brick red skin. He is well dressed as if someone from the Cloud district and has an ornate silver pocket watch. He gestures to the chairs. "Sit I have need of each of your skills for this task." On his desk you briefly see photos of a grisly scene before he closes the file. Most likely the aftermath of a fight between the Low Landers and Appelion.
Varlan looks around at the assembled group and raises an eyebrow, "Not some lost rich kid then."
Still cradling his coffee he takes a seat as directed, putting his pack gently on the floor in front of him. As he does so, his gloves recede from his hands, and the helmet on his head seems to retract behind his head revealing short black hair and a pale face.
In the brighter light of the office, dark rings can be seen under his eyes. He seems content to wait, allowing the coffee to do its job.
He looks at each party member as if sizing them up. "My name is Melkus and I need each of your skills for this task. There is this ancient relic known as the Aureum. We don't know much more than that and that is where this team comes in. I need everyone here to find Ellis Moir an archeologist affiliated with Melbric Academy. She is on the run and we lost track of her in the Pauperis District." He shows everyone a scrap of paper Tebith's Lounge. "She might have hidden here. Its a private club known for gambling and other illegal activities." He gives the party a photo of Ellis Moir, a red haired halfling women in her 30's
From a desk drawer, he pulls out an amber coffer and places it on the desk. He takes a moment to unlock it with a key revealing a good amount gold pieces. "Don't worry you will be paid on completion of this job. Any questions?"
"A point of clarity", Varlan says. He looks up from his coffee, his expression neutral. "What, precisely, do you mean by 'find'?"
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"Find her and bring her to me" Melkus says emphatically.
Varlan nods, seeming relieved. He picks up the photograph and examines it closely, then pulls a sheet of parchment from his pack. Some tools appear briefly in his hand and a copy of the woman's image appears on the parchment which he continues to examine after replacing the original on the table for his companions to examine.
After a time, he looks up at Melkus. "May we ask what or whom she is on the run from, and...if this is a rescue or an arrest?"
"Bring her... alive? Undamaged? Willingly? Details can be important," Finn points out. "Misunderstandings can be quite problematic."
She glances over and watches the one named Varlan copy the image with some curiosity. "The nose isn't that wide," she points out. "And you have the eyes a bit too close together..."
"And how much we getting paid? How much resistance do we expect once we do find the woman? Is she running from us or just from everyone in general? What is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow? How much wood would a... Well, I guess the questions about the job are the important ones."
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Varlan frowns at the image, then up at the woman. "It is, I believe, an exact copy." He reaches for the photograph then takes another look at his work, and the image shifts slightly
He glances up the woman and smiles, "Well, almost exact."
"Varlan Thorne, at your service. I do not believe that we have been introduced."
With a stern gaze Melkus answers "Bring her back alive against her will if she will not come with you. This is a rescue against the Low Landers who are probably scouring Pauperis looking for her."
"Finn, nicetameetcha," she says quickly. "We exchanged names below but you didn't stop and chat. Not the sociable sort, hmm?"
Finn leans over and takes a second look ay yje sketch. "Hmm, well. Ok. If it's exact enough for you then I guess that'll be as good as we get..."
"Oh, alive. Good to know! But some damage is ok if necessary, yes? And you expect her to know about the Aureum. Like it's location or such. Or some clues at least. Anything else we should know so we can look around? I'd hate to pass up a vital clue or such just because you weren't fully clear on what's going on."
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
"I was a late arrival," Varlan says, frowning slightly. For one so pedantic, she clearly missed important details. Ah. She is just messing with my mind. He nods, folds his parchment, then turns his attention to their host, waiting for their answers.
"Yes you can be a bit rough if needed. I believe she has some clues to point use to where the Aureum could be." Answers Melkus as he puts out his cigarette. "You will be paid 600 gp if you bring her in alive enough to talk. Now get going before someone else finds her first"
"Six hundred each. She must be precious cargo. No worries, we can do this," Finn says and shoots Varlan a wink.
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Norros taps his hand on the furniture emphatically. "Just a moment, now. Suppose she has this Aureum or it's close enough at hand - or in precarious, timely position- that we must naturally pursue this bauble first... Is it dangerous to handle? What is it?"
Would Norros recognize our employer? History 5
Perhaps not...
Paladin - warforged - orange
"If you find the Aureum with her or nearby then send me a telegram at the nearest telegraph office. I will instruct you further from here. Now leave and that was not a request" Melkus gestures at the door and it swings open.
Outside the door stands an anxious middle aged man sweating profusely. He eyes the party and then Melkus. He wipes his brow with a stained handkerchief
"Just a moment Makfert they were just leaving" Melkus pulls out another manila folder with a red label.
Sieghart stands up from his chair and nods to Melkus to bud him goodbye.
"Well. Let’s get to work then. We have someone to save.", he says looking around at his new companions.
(The party can travel to the Puaperis District either by Train, on foot, or hire a cabby)
How much are train and cabby?
Paladin - warforged - orange
"Alrighty, Melkus, it was great to meet you and we look forward to taking care of this for you," Finn says as she walks backwards through the entrance. "We are totally dependable and the best group for this jo-oh!" She petite green and white haired girl stumbles to someone who is already standing in the doorway.
"Just a moment Makfert they were just leaving" Melkus pulls out another manila folder with a red label.
"Oh, yes! Sorry Mr... errr, Makfert? Yes, totally my fault! I should've watched where I was going... Sorry!" Finn apologizes profusely as she straightens and dusts off Makfert's clothing as cover to see what she can lift off him. ( Sleight of Hand: 18 )
"Well great, a train sounds perfect! No crushing all into one cab for this group, no siree..." she prattles as quickly pressing the elevator button again and again...
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop