“There is always choice. We say there is no choice only to comfort ourselves with the decision we have already made.”-Mo’benai, Constal of the 18th Wing, Purple Dragons
Cormyr. The shining gem of human civilization set north of the Dragonmere, south of the great desert of the Anauroch, and east of the Sword Coast. A rich, powerful nation ruled by the noble Obarskyr family for its long history. Having weathered a war with its neighbors and the Shadovar empire in the recent past the country now enjoys a period of growth and rebuilding. Amidst the prosperous merchants and powerful aristocracy walk the fearsome Purple Dragon knights and the legendary Cormyrian War Casters. The minted Golden Lions of Cormyr are the only widely accepted currency, while complex bureaucratic organizations register visitors to the country and track permits for everything from fishing to adventuring. Though the country is wealthy and powerful, it is also resource strapped. There are no enough people, not enough wood, stone and food for the level of growth the Cormyr is undergoing. And so, for those more eclectic government needs, the Bureau of Procurement runs invitations for competitive open contracts. A bunch of administrative double talk for adventuring contracts. Contracts that remain open and only pay out to the group that completes them. Rich pay days, but a competitive landscape full of adventurers from all over Faerun who come to earn some of those heavy Golden Lions.
The musky smell of an ancient administration building filled the room. An oak desk cuts the room in half, behind which the bureaucratic engine was in full swing. Meanwhile, on this side, a podium was front and center before the rows of wooden benches. The room was packed. Looking around one could see representatives from the Red Ravens, Flaming Fist, Black Talons, and even the Bold Blades of Berdusk. That was in addition to every lowly treasure hunter and individual hoping to score it big. The rumors had been abound. The crown was going to release one of its most lucrative contracts ever today. Everyone wanted a piece. The room came to a hush as the administrative manager approached the podium. He was used to a near empty room. Nobody showed up for these briefings, it was always just posted after. He was clearly nervous and wiped a bit of sweat from his brow. He cleared his throat a couple of times and then began.
“The Bureau of Procurement for the great empire of Cormyr hereby releases contract #1491 - 102.”He then begins a twenty-five minute monotone lecture regarding background of the empire, the procurement department, standard terms, conditions, and paperwork that everyone must agree to. Most of this is so much bureaucratic gobbly gook that by the time he's done people are yawning, scratching themselves, shifting constantly, or just outright groaning in dismay. He clearly isn't 'playing to his audience'. Then he FINALLY gets to the interesting bit. “The title of this contract is ‘Locate and Secure Ancient Netheril Ruins.’The empire will pay a fee of 100,000 gold for each location found and secured that is confirmed to be a Netheril enclave ruin. There is a standard tenday period for applications to compete. Appendix I describes information about the Netheril Enclaves. Note, the Netheril ruins must have an intact Mythallar to qualify. Appendix II describes information regarding Mythallars. Appendices III through VII are forms required to be completed by any licensed adventuring or mercenary companies that wish to compete for this contract. Only licensed companies can qualify to compete. This is not a questions or answers forum. There is a scheduled questions and answers forum later this ride, five days from now on the 16th of Leaffall. Because of the anticipated demand on our normal queues, we have allocated an additional desk clerk for the remainder of the ride to handle the volume. Thank you very much for attending this briefing. Glory be to Cormyr."
He steps down from the podium...and then the room breaks into action as several people rush for Counter I and Counter II for "Contract Application". Conversation bubbles all around the room, with several people questioning, "Secure? For how long? What does that mean?" or "No, you have to be a registered company within the allotted date to qualify at all." or "I heard the elves from Semberholme have already been looking for them for a month already! Why is everyone suddenly looking for these old things?". Regardless, a line also seems to form at Counter III which is "Permit Registration". There is a lot milling about and many people in the room keenly eyeing the mobs while they sit back and watch.
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Sistri stood in the line behind a man that had so many daggers strapped to his body at so many angles that she was unsure if we was garbed in anything other than sheathes. She was next in line at Counter II, 'Contract Applications'. The man in front of her seemed to be having a bit of an argument with the bureaucrat behind the desk. "Nuh unh, I ain't payin YOU to go out and do YOUR work!"
"I'm sorry sir, you must be a licensed adventuring group in order to compete on contracts. I'm afraid you will not be able to apply until you are permitted."
"I'm just going to go get one these Mythallars and you'll have to pay me anyway!"
The clerk looks up with a "good luck with that" sort of look, but says nothing more. The man turns away with a huff, leaving Sistri in front. The clerk motions her forward. Though, after the last exchange, Sistri is starting to understand she's in the wrong line. Though she's a member of the Knights of the Unicorn, the groups headquarters is in Baldur's gate and pretty far away, and though she joined them here in Cormyr she really didn't know she'd need to know details about their charters in order to apply for such a quest.
The clerk holds out her hand, "Charter of Arms please."
Sistri looks at her, hopelessness setting in, "I am a member of the Knights of the Unicorn."
The clerk raises and eyebrow, "The unicorn?" She sighs, "Do you know your Charter of Arms number?" Sistri shakes her head. The woman looks more than a little put out. "Please wait over there, we'll have to lookup your charter and ensure you're in good standing. In the case that it is expired, renewing an expired charter will cost you 100 gold." She points Sistri towards a half dozen people waiting to one side...
Irmiel stands at the front of "Counter III" looking at the woman with a bit of a slack jaw. Her pink eyelashes blink several times and then a determined ripple moves along her jaw line. Irmiel's....feelings....had told her to act quickly and get into this line. She'd known there was going to be a rush and slipping in near the front quickly had been as much her instinct as anything else. Still, now that she had gotten herself here, she was a bit surprised at what she was hearing. The woman repeats herself, "I said, that's 300 gold for a Charter of Arms. If you have insufficient funds you'll need to return when you can acquire the fee. Otherwise you can't register to complete contracts. Do you have any other questions, if not..." the woman motions to the long line behind Irmiel.Irmiel turned around, looking through her pink framed glasses to see the line of impatient faces stacked up behind her, all looking at her expectantly.
Llwyd stands near the back of the room. The sound and commotion of so many people pressed into one room is almost overwhelming. His tail that sticks out the back of his trousers flickers absently at the press of people coming and going, and the overlapping voices threaten to overwhelm his senses. But, he quickly gets a grip on himself. He's not in the forest anymore. This is civilization. This is adventure! This is the exciting life he was looking for! A grin slowly spreads across his face. He suddenly catches a man off to one side staring right at him. The gentlemen is wearing silk pants and a puffy shirt, with a brown leather vest over it. He has a badge on his chest with a fist on it, covered in flames. As soon as Llywd notices him, the man pushes himself away from the wall he's been leaning on and approaches. "Hello there friend! Not sure where to start? I'd be happy to help explain it all to you. Looking for some adventure then are you?"
Kristafelle stood in the room watching the people move back and forth in a hurried manner. It was all quite exhilarating being amidst the crowd like this. Her shiny leather armor gripped her body in a comfortable embrace and her rapier hung at her side. No wilting flower, her muscled shoulders were wider than the average girls. She'd never been afraid of hard work. A woman stepped up beside her as they both regarded the crowd. The woman was wearing a set of half-plate that looked phenomenal and seemed to flex and bend somewhat as she moved. It didn't look like steel, and had the finest engravings all across it. Kristafelle's leather armor was finely made, but this woman was wearing a masterpiece. Over that this other woman wore a fine green cloak that looked of elven make, and had a heavy greatsword strapped to her back. Her face was immaculate and her blonde hair tumbled down her face in obviously painstakingly maintained curls. She glanced over at Kristafelle. "It's so tedious waiting for this process, is it not? My men are in both lines, but the way this is run feels so unnecessary. I suppose they're earning a portion of the bounty they'll be paying out by going through all this. Oh, my apologies, I didn't introduce myself. The name is Thalese, of the Black Talons. I am first claw in this region. Quite the stir up this bounty has caused, wouldn't you agree?"
Catch 22, this is what it was! You need the contract to get the money and you need the money to get the contract. Oh, those wizards! They knew what they were doing when politely suggested taking the quest! Nice euphemism for "take a hike"! Irmiel felt like the bubbling anger was about to erupt - she could not stand bureaucrats on a good day and today was not one of them. The girl took a deep breath, adjusted her glasses - a colourful reminder to stay calm, and asked again. "So, there are no individual contracts at all or is this one special?" Those behind better not be interrupting! She got that far and before she leaves, she will squeeze every ounce of the information from the harpy behind the counter!
Outside the administration building, in an adjacent alley hidden from view of press and the insufferable gossips, Kristafelle Truesilver had trashed her maid's outfit. A good waste of fabric, it was true, and Ms. Ablethorn was like to be cross once she was released from her bindings, but what else was Kristafelle to do? It was unspeakable that she should be grounded for something silly as passing herself off as a boy and enlisting in the navy, and once over again for escaping the house and fooling her parents into thinking that she had taken a life at sea. And it would be unspeakable to deny her this opportunity to participate in one of the most exciting charters ever offered in Cormyr! Oh, a life lost at sea, some miserable fishmonger's wife, would indeed be preferable to living as a caged bird in the foolishly large estate her family maintains beyond the Royal Gardens here in Suzail.
But all of that was a foregone worry. Here she was, ready to begin, but with not a clue as to how to start!
What relief! An adventurer, and a woman, too! A sort of ruffian from the looks of things, burly and sordid, but still recognizable for a woman. From a certain angle. Kristafelle is tempted to ask if she'd been betrothed, but stops herself. Good manners and that.
"Oh, yes, quite the stirrup indeed!" she agrees enthusiastically, trying hard to sound worldly and competent. "It so reminds me of the last time I went a'venturing, but my, that was weeks ago! Thalese of the Black Talons, is it? I'm Kris. Well, Kristafelle, but ugh, it just sounds as though they were hoping for a boy, doesn't it? Can you imagine? There'd be nothing worse in the world than to be a boy. Well, except for one of those dour people working behind these desks. Or a gong farmer. No, I wouldn't want to be one of those! So, ah, what type of work did you say the Black Talons do?"
Sistri dutifully moves off to the side as she was asked. She pushes a strand of her red hair back away from her green eyes as she looks over the others waiting with her. Dressed in chain mail, a round metal shield trimmed with red slung on her back, and a longsword sheathed at her side certainly mark her as someone steeped in combat. And her gear exhibits signs of years in such combat, likely even exceeding her own years. The chain is worn but well-maintained, shield is chipped and pitted but sturdy, and the sword is simple and utilitarian. The only hint of ornamentation is the silver unicorn medallion she wears about her neck. It certainly stands out with its bright blue painted eye.
She waits for maybe a minute, wondering if the Knights of the Unicorn would have ever even had a charter. Even if it did, most likely it would be expired! She certainly didn't have 100 gold! She turns to the others waiting with her, speaking to the person nearest to her. She smiles, trying to offer a proper greeting. "Hello. Would you happen to know how long it usually takes to look up the information? I assume they are looking up your Charter of Arms number as well?"
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Experience had taught him that every place has its own scent, but nothing could have prepared him for the capital. Around the Starwater River one could smell wet land as moss. In the densest parts of the King’s Forest the air was dominated by the aroma of maple and oak and rowan. On the clearings the perfume of fresh grass was ever present. By comparison, Suzail was a chaotic mixture. Sweat and spices, waste and flowers, rooting meat and delicate food. Not even the inside of the administration building was different. It was enough to confuse his sharp senses. I would be lost if Coch didn’t tell me where to go, he thought arriving in the administration building.
The Firbolg had himself been an adventurer and instructed the Satyr about where his first stop in the city should be. And how right he was. As he made his way through the streets, Llwyd caught wind that a particular lucrative contract would be disclosed this day. A good paying work, maybe enough to give the money he needed. With that in mind he heard the announcement, together with the cacophony caused by the crowd. He could pick every voice tone, every step and clapping. It was maddening until it wasn’t. Thank Silvanus I am getting used to this. He though noticing the stare of a man with strange cloth. Strange for what the druid expected of an adventurer, at least.
“Looking for some work.” He answers gently, as the man approaches. “Are you what they call a recruiter?” The Satyr indagates, trying to read the man’s intention. Was he truly just trying to help?
The angry girl with pink hair, pink eyebrows, pink eyelashes, and glaring at the attendant through pink frames, asked her question. The lady behind the counter seemed non-plussed when she responded to Irmiel, "Individuals can apply for any contract, including this one. However you still need a Charter of Arms for an individual to be able to operate as a quasi-military element on behalf of Cormyr. The price for a charter is the same for an individual, or for a large group. 300 gold pieces."
Kristafelle:
The woman gives Kristafelle a raised eyebrow and a rather unimpressed look in return. "Right, well, good luck out there. I've matters to attend to." With that abrupt response, she turns and walks away from the youth and apparently approaches another hardened warrior a short ways away and starts a conversation. Kristafelle looks to the numerous lines and small crowds of people in various lines and is unsure where to start. However, behind her, she hears what sounds like someone else having some questions about the situation in here answered. A well dressed business man seems to be talking to a Satyr man.
Llwyd:
The Satyr tries to just this man in front of him that feels a bit too smooth to entirely trust. Llywd would guess the man is being truthful, not trying to intentionally deceive the Satyr, but he has his own agenda for certain, and that involves convincing Llwyd. He's just not sure of what yet. The man speaks, "Haha, yes yes, quite right. I am exactly that, a recruiter. My name is Tanner and I'm a recruiter for the Flaming Fist. Though I'm just as happy to just give a stranger a helping hand. These bureaucracies are a snake pit of double talk and misdirection." He smiles a slightly greasy smile. "If you aren't part of any group that has what they call a 'Charter of Arms', then you need to acquire your own Charter, which runs you 300 gold. You'd get that at Counter III, registrations, over there. If you've already got a charter, then you can go to either of those line ups to register to compete for any open contracts. That's free to do, but you have to do it, and the timing is all different depending on the contract. It's all a bit of a run around if you ask me. That's why I joined the Flaming Fist. They have the Charters, you join their group and all this license stuff goes away. You also get great mentorship from senior people and you don't have to do everything yourself. You can specialize in one area that you really like. Flaming Fist is open to new members, especially those with some unique...origin stories that might lend us some alignment with various communities or groups." He smiles his greasy smile once more.
Sistri:
Turns to the nearest person, an older man with grey hair and a stubbly beard, wearing a purple doublet and black slacks. He looks like a merchant perhaps. Sistri notices that he seems well put together. He looks to Sistri, and smiles, and Sistri immediately gets a sense that this man is kind and polite, "Well, usually this sort of thing would be done right away at the desk. But today's there's quite the ruckus. They'll probably track down a record for you in about twenty minutes I'd guess. I'm not here for a Charter though. I'm an investor hoping to start a new company. I've already got a Charter, picked one up last week, I'm mostly here to look for possible recruits. I just wanted to know if the names on the Charter had to have any particular forms or identification before they can be added, so I could be sure my recruits meet all the requirements. Someone is fetching me a 'Charter Personnel Qualifications Form B" apparently." He smiles an apologetic smile, "It looks like you are part of a company already? I don't mean to pry, but what group is it? I mean, if we'll be competing and you do not want to say, I apologize, just....making conversation."
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As he watched the recruiter the druid could not help but remember an old lesson received in the Circle. There is no beast more dangerous than the silent one. For while a roar carries a message and a threatening posture seeks intimidation, silence hides intention and you can never be sure of when an attack will come. Fortunately, Tanner was everything, but a silent beast. He had his own interests but seemed honest enough about wanting to help.
“Hello, Tanner. My name is Llwyd andI am thankful for your cordiality and information.”He started in the tone most gentle he could muster. “I can see you are experienced in your office and as such you probably noticed that I am not from here, which all but ensures that I do not have a Charter. That the fact that your order is open to newcomers is incredibly convenient to me and that I am interested in joining you, but before coming to any decision I must ask what the conditions are.” The Satyr also wanted to ask what the man could gain from it. Of course, as a recruiter it was likely that the more members, he can bring the more coin Tanner would be likely to earn, but he wouldn’t recruit just anyone because of that. “Certainly so many benefits cannot be for free.” Nothing ever was. At least not really. Nature had taught him as much. “I would also like for you to mention to what kind of community or group you deduce I have a connection. For in case I do not have them I may need to demonstrate merit through ability.”
"Oh, it's no problem sir. Sounds like I have time," Sistri replies politely. She didn't really want to wait twenty minutes, but if that was what was required, then she'd wait.
"I am Sistri Runeswallow, a Knight of the Unicorn. I'm sure we have a Charter, just... don't know the number." She doesn't really sound confident about the Charter, and as she's been talking her hair again gets into her eyes. She brushes it back once again.
"How many personnel do you have so far for your new company? Does it have a name?" She again gives him a smile. "You know, so I might recognize my competition when I'm out in the field."
The harpy turned out to be a relative to a gargoyle - stonehard and unmoving. And as talkative too. Irmiel looked at her contemplating if the question "what if you finish the contract without a license" will be too obvious, then nodded, and left the line. It was a blow but not a defeat! No way every single adventurer had to buy some stupid permit for such an absurd price (no wonder Cormyr is so rich). Somehow people should get around it. She looked around - not everyone was waiting in line. Why? They could know something she did not.
She joined those leaning on the walls all around the place. Thinking about her next move and watching the crowd. Colourful bunch and all after the same quest. How doe it even work? Irmiel decided to stay and observe, keeping an eye on individuals and particularly on the obvious groups with charters in order. And if nothing "problem solving" comes her way... She can always follow one of these groups.
"Fiddlesticks!"Kris hisses, clenching her fists. Had she said the wrong thing? Maybe there was a special password for adventurers? "Plum jam"she tries aloud. That sounds alright, like something an adventurer would use as a secret password, doesn't it?
She spins around, her face plastered with a grin as bright as the man's is greasy."Plum Jam!" She speaks loudly, so that he's sure to hear.
"But you know, what you describe doesn't really sound above board, does it? I mean, you wouldn't want to go to all that trouble to join only to find out that the charter is invalid due to procedural defects. Would you?" She peers at the man earnestly, her green eyes widening with genuine curiosity. She notices Llwyd, clearly delighted! "And oh, a pleasure to meet you! I'm Kris. It's not often I've met a satyr. But don't go making friends too easily. Now then, Mr., ah, Tanner. Are you a criminal?"
Tanner smiles, as he reels Llywd in, "This is the best part. There is NO cost. They pay YOU! You join the Company of the Flaming Fist. As part of our order, you can take part in our pursuit of various contracts and earn a handsome salary to boot. Yes, there will be an interview process and some tests to ensure you qualify, but by the look of you, and seeing your sharp mind, I doubt they'll be problematic at all. We are offering a handsome bonus to the Gauntlet that completes this particular contract, commensurate of course with the seniority of the various squads members as well as their rank. There is even a generous discount if you wish to spend your bonus on retaining any magical loot that you may have acquired during the mission!"
It is then that a pretty human girl, tall, with broad shoulders, mid-length curly blonde hair, wearing leather armor, a shield on her back, and a rapier at her side, turns to them both. "Plum Jam!"
Tanner looks...entirely bewildered by her approach and the rambling that continues from her as she introduces herself. Looking a bit flabbergasted, and with wide, and for once totally honest eyes says, "A Criminal? My dear no. I am a signed member of the Flaming Fist and an official recruiter for the company. Our charter is entirely valid!! We've completed more Charters for Cormyr in the past year than any other company. In fact, our success rates afford us a special relationship with the crown that enables us to bypass certain formalities and fast-tracks registration of members against our Charter!"
Sistri:
The man clears his throat, "Ha...well...the name is Charlie's Company. But, at this point you'll have to look pretty hard to find us in the field. I haven't recruited anyone yet. I don't have any members. But, with all this activity, it would probably be a good time to look for some..uh...unaligned people. I wonder." He looks around the room, "Oh dear. I wonder....if others have similar plans. I haven't even been thinking about it." He sighs heavily, looking suddenly a bit defeated.
Irmiel:
Decides its best to observe for a bit. She watches as people in this third line wait. Some seem to have a bag of gold in their hands, ready to fork over the fee. It seems some people are actually paying! But others look around nervously, and Irmiel clearly doubts they have the means to pay for a Charter. The other two lines move along slowly. Some people present papers at the front, and a bit of gold, and are handed a packet of papers in return. Those quickly depart, eyes darting about at the competition. She also overhears a nearby woman with striking red hair and green eyes talking to an older gentlemen. The woman is average height, maybe even a bit on the short side, but looks like she's 110% muscle. Every bit her body that isn't covered in chain mail seems to be sharp and chiseled. The man seems to be discussing recruiting...and it seems immediately obvious to Irmiel that it must work like that. There must be all sorts of recruiting opportunities. Finding the one that takes the least amount of the reward from its members is probably the key.
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Kris isn't so sure this Flaming Fist fellow is being forthright. Insight: 13
On the other hand, he's so nice!
"That all sounds amazing! So there's fighting involved, right? And do we have to decide right now? I see there are other people to talk to as well. Right, Lloyd, er, Lew-ellen, um, how did you pronounce that, again?"
“You say I have a sharp mind, yet you use favorable words as a bait to distract me from the fact that you actually didn’t answer either of my questions.” He was fast to answer. There was a difference between cost and conditions, and he was sure it wasn’t lost on Tanner. “I suppose your order can earn far more than it pays by concluding a good number of contracts, but I worry about my compatibility since the job relationship I seek may not be much of a long affair.”
Then an unconventional shout pierced the air. As the feminine voice echoed in his ear, the Satyr almost reached for his backpack to see if he had any jam with him. Before he had the chance, though, the woman appeared. Human and dressed like a warrior. Light armor, thin blade, shield at the back. A dexterous warrior, he notices.
“Pleasure is mine.”The druid said with a smile. Coch always said that in the city he should smile when greeting amiable individuals. At first the idea was strange for Llwyd, after all, showing your teeth to a creature is most often a sign of hostility. “I’m Llwyd. The first part's pronounced by making the consonantal sound for the letter "L" while blowing air with your cheeks." He explain guessing Kris didn't know Sylvan. The "ll" is quite recurrent on the language, and tricky for non-speakers. "And I could say the same thing of humans. I mean, there are many in this city, but I haven’t stop to talk with any until the recruiter appeared and I still don’t know how far I can trust him, despite the fact that I would like to make a friend or two.” Friends were always a good thing, he knew as much. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. “Are you a recruiter too?”
Sistri narrows her eyes, not really able to keep her surprise from showing. "No personnel? But you have a Charter? I see." She gives a quick look over to the clerk at Counter II wondering if maybe she would get an answer on the Knights of the Unicorn charter quickly by some good fortune. Seeing no sign of anything happening on that front, she turns back to the man. She's clearly intrigued at the prospect of this Charter with no recruits. "Your name is Charlie?" She gives him a pleasant smile again, hoping to stay on his good side. "What sort of people are you looking for? And how does this work - I mean how do you recoup your investment? You get 5% of the contracts that are completed or something?" She tried not to sound too interested, just making conversation.
Tanner sees the two beginning to slip away and chat amongst themselves and gives it one more go "Well...you are certainly welcome to ask around. But, just don't wait too long. The Flaming Fist can only take so many new members and I'd hate for TWO such fine candidates to be turned away because they'd taken too long at the license office. All of your questions can be answered at the recruiting office, by Llywd, I think you'd make an excellent candidate. Anyway, if you're interested, the recruiting office can be found on 32 Blade Lane." He hands you each a small paper card. "Please tell them Tanner sent you. It's how I earn my commission. Good luck you two, hope to see you in the company!"
With that he takes he leave and starts looking around for someone else who appears to...need a hand.
Charlie nods, "Indeed, that is my name. Though I must say I was charmed by the alliteration of Charlie's Company. Not strictly alliteration, I think my literature teacher would make fun. Oh...um, good question, yes. I believe it's a slightly larger amount than that. I believe the company gets around 70% of the contracts, and splits the other 30% between the members. But, that's for the big companies, and they also pay a regular salary, and provide lodgings and basic equipment. I suppose since I'm not established I'd have to negotiate and offer much better deals to entice my first few employees. Say, what did the Unicorn Knights ...ha...that must be an ironic name...you look like you are a very serious person...anyway, what is there contract? Am I prying too much? I apologize if I...."
"Knights of the Unicorn?" comes the call from the front desk. Sistri nods to Charlie to excuse herself and goes to the desk. The woman holds out a piece of paper, "As you can see here, your Charter number is F8-1482-C32. Aaaannd, here at the bottom, last renewed two years ago, so I'm afraid you'll have to provide the renewal fee." She holds up her hand suddenly, "But...license renewals are counter III. This is contract registration. Once your Charter number is in good standing, you can line up here again to register for a contract. Thank you." She turns away expecting the conversation to be at an end.
Irmiel:
Overhears the exchange with Charlie and the red headed warrior as she stands there. She also overhears another man nearby approach a lithe warrior in black armor standing in her group, "Hello there. Names Tanner of the Flaming Fist. Do you find yourself lacking a Charter and the means to acquire one? Have you considered joining the Flaming Fists?" The man just stares at him with a mean look. "Right..right..." replies Tanner to the caustic glare, and leaves him, looking for his next mark.
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Turned out, it was not that bad. Well, obviously, it was, because draconian prices attracted also recruiters to hunt the desperate adventurers. But after all, it is what it is. She was not here to change the system but to use it. Let's talk recruitment!
Irmiel did not listen to yet another harpy explaining to yet another victim she can not enter. But that Charlie... now that was promising! "A lovely name for the company," chimed in Irmiel smiling - the decision was made and could afford to be polite and patient. ""Charlie's Company" - has a ring to it. Irmiel. Irmiel Nerien, pleased to meet you. Forgive my interruption, I couldn't help but overhear... Am I right and you are in need of adventurers who could provide for themselves - at least for now - but ready to fulfil the contract on behalf of your company? I am sure it is possible, especially if the reward is negotiable. Say, how do you plan to select your candidates? I might know someone ready to join."
Charlie looks at now the 2nd person talking to him with a bit of surprise. "Oh...well...good question...um.."
"Charlie's Company?" comes the call from the front desk.
"Oh, please excuse me a moment." He walks to the front desk. They hand him papers, and then the woman at the front actually....smiles?...and...laughs?...at something he says, and then she passes him what is now the familiar package of papers that go along with the new quests. He comes back with a pleasant smile on his face. "Well, she is quite a lovely lady. Now...where were we?"
There's a commotion as someone near the front of the middle line suddenly jumps forward and leaps onto the desk of the room! It's a half-elf, but an illusion around him suddenly shimmers and vanishes revealing a pale human looking man with black stringy hair in black leather armor studded with spikes. Another man near the front turns and backs up to the desk as well, standing just in front of this leather dressed person....watching the crowd with empty hands up, ready for...something.
The man on the desk is there for a fraction of a moment before shouting, "The Mythallars belong to the Shadovar. Death comes swift for any who seek our domain!" And then the two of them vanish with a pop! A small silver bead is left behind in the air. The bead begins to fall towards the desk.
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Bead drop: 11
(If you go before bead drop, feel free to state your action.) Kris and Llwyd, you're about 40 feet from the front desk, and 15 feet from the exit. Irmiel and Sistri you are about 20 feet from the front desk and 35 feet from the exit. Charlie is standing with you both.
Thankfully, Sistri was interrupted by the woman calling her to the desk before she had to answer his question about the Knights of the Unicorn Charter. She is disappointed but not too surprised that the Charter is expired. "Well, thank you very much. I appreciate your help," she says cheerfully to the clerk. Heading back towards Charlie she is then interrupted by the commotion.
“There is always choice. We say there is no choice only to comfort ourselves with the decision we have already made.” -Mo’benai, Constal of the 18th Wing, Purple Dragons
Cormyr. The shining gem of human civilization set north of the Dragonmere, south of the great desert of the Anauroch, and east of the Sword Coast. A rich, powerful nation ruled by the noble Obarskyr family for its long history. Having weathered a war with its neighbors and the Shadovar empire in the recent past the country now enjoys a period of growth and rebuilding. Amidst the prosperous merchants and powerful aristocracy walk the fearsome Purple Dragon knights and the legendary Cormyrian War Casters. The minted Golden Lions of Cormyr are the only widely accepted currency, while complex bureaucratic organizations register visitors to the country and track permits for everything from fishing to adventuring. Though the country is wealthy and powerful, it is also resource strapped. There are no enough people, not enough wood, stone and food for the level of growth the Cormyr is undergoing. And so, for those more eclectic government needs, the Bureau of Procurement runs invitations for competitive open contracts. A bunch of administrative double talk for adventuring contracts. Contracts that remain open and only pay out to the group that completes them. Rich pay days, but a competitive landscape full of adventurers from all over Faerun who come to earn some of those heavy Golden Lions.
The musky smell of an ancient administration building filled the room. An oak desk cuts the room in half, behind which the bureaucratic engine was in full swing. Meanwhile, on this side, a podium was front and center before the rows of wooden benches. The room was packed. Looking around one could see representatives from the Red Ravens, Flaming Fist, Black Talons, and even the Bold Blades of Berdusk. That was in addition to every lowly treasure hunter and individual hoping to score it big. The rumors had been abound. The crown was going to release one of its most lucrative contracts ever today. Everyone wanted a piece. The room came to a hush as the administrative manager approached the podium. He was used to a near empty room. Nobody showed up for these briefings, it was always just posted after. He was clearly nervous and wiped a bit of sweat from his brow. He cleared his throat a couple of times and then began.
“The Bureau of Procurement for the great empire of Cormyr hereby releases contract #1491 - 102.” He then begins a twenty-five minute monotone lecture regarding background of the empire, the procurement department, standard terms, conditions, and paperwork that everyone must agree to. Most of this is so much bureaucratic gobbly gook that by the time he's done people are yawning, scratching themselves, shifting constantly, or just outright groaning in dismay. He clearly isn't 'playing to his audience'. Then he FINALLY gets to the interesting bit. “The title of this contract is ‘Locate and Secure Ancient Netheril Ruins.’ The empire will pay a fee of 100,000 gold for each location found and secured that is confirmed to be a Netheril enclave ruin. There is a standard tenday period for applications to compete. Appendix I describes information about the Netheril Enclaves. Note, the Netheril ruins must have an intact Mythallar to qualify. Appendix II describes information regarding Mythallars. Appendices III through VII are forms required to be completed by any licensed adventuring or mercenary companies that wish to compete for this contract. Only licensed companies can qualify to compete. This is not a questions or answers forum. There is a scheduled questions and answers forum later this ride, five days from now on the 16th of Leaffall. Because of the anticipated demand on our normal queues, we have allocated an additional desk clerk for the remainder of the ride to handle the volume. Thank you very much for attending this briefing. Glory be to Cormyr."
He steps down from the podium...and then the room breaks into action as several people rush for Counter I and Counter II for "Contract Application". Conversation bubbles all around the room, with several people questioning, "Secure? For how long? What does that mean?" or "No, you have to be a registered company within the allotted date to qualify at all." or "I heard the elves from Semberholme have already been looking for them for a month already! Why is everyone suddenly looking for these old things?". Regardless, a line also seems to form at Counter III which is "Permit Registration". There is a lot milling about and many people in the room keenly eyeing the mobs while they sit back and watch.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Sistri stood in the line behind a man that had so many daggers strapped to his body at so many angles that she was unsure if we was garbed in anything other than sheathes. She was next in line at Counter II, 'Contract Applications'. The man in front of her seemed to be having a bit of an argument with the bureaucrat behind the desk. "Nuh unh, I ain't payin YOU to go out and do YOUR work!"
"I'm sorry sir, you must be a licensed adventuring group in order to compete on contracts. I'm afraid you will not be able to apply until you are permitted."
"I'm just going to go get one these Mythallars and you'll have to pay me anyway!"
The clerk looks up with a "good luck with that" sort of look, but says nothing more. The man turns away with a huff, leaving Sistri in front. The clerk motions her forward. Though, after the last exchange, Sistri is starting to understand she's in the wrong line. Though she's a member of the Knights of the Unicorn, the groups headquarters is in Baldur's gate and pretty far away, and though she joined them here in Cormyr she really didn't know she'd need to know details about their charters in order to apply for such a quest.
The clerk holds out her hand, "Charter of Arms please."
Sistri looks at her, hopelessness setting in, "I am a member of the Knights of the Unicorn."
The clerk raises and eyebrow, "The unicorn?" She sighs, "Do you know your Charter of Arms number?" Sistri shakes her head. The woman looks more than a little put out. "Please wait over there, we'll have to lookup your charter and ensure you're in good standing. In the case that it is expired, renewing an expired charter will cost you 100 gold." She points Sistri towards a half dozen people waiting to one side...
Irmiel stands at the front of "Counter III" looking at the woman with a bit of a slack jaw. Her pink eyelashes blink several times and then a determined ripple moves along her jaw line. Irmiel's....feelings....had told her to act quickly and get into this line. She'd known there was going to be a rush and slipping in near the front quickly had been as much her instinct as anything else. Still, now that she had gotten herself here, she was a bit surprised at what she was hearing. The woman repeats herself, "I said, that's 300 gold for a Charter of Arms. If you have insufficient funds you'll need to return when you can acquire the fee. Otherwise you can't register to complete contracts. Do you have any other questions, if not..." the woman motions to the long line behind Irmiel. Irmiel turned around, looking through her pink framed glasses to see the line of impatient faces stacked up behind her, all looking at her expectantly.
Llwyd stands near the back of the room. The sound and commotion of so many people pressed into one room is almost overwhelming. His tail that sticks out the back of his trousers flickers absently at the press of people coming and going, and the overlapping voices threaten to overwhelm his senses. But, he quickly gets a grip on himself. He's not in the forest anymore. This is civilization. This is adventure! This is the exciting life he was looking for! A grin slowly spreads across his face. He suddenly catches a man off to one side staring right at him. The gentlemen is wearing silk pants and a puffy shirt, with a brown leather vest over it. He has a badge on his chest with a fist on it, covered in flames. As soon as Llywd notices him, the man pushes himself away from the wall he's been leaning on and approaches. "Hello there friend! Not sure where to start? I'd be happy to help explain it all to you. Looking for some adventure then are you?"
Kristafelle stood in the room watching the people move back and forth in a hurried manner. It was all quite exhilarating being amidst the crowd like this. Her shiny leather armor gripped her body in a comfortable embrace and her rapier hung at her side. No wilting flower, her muscled shoulders were wider than the average girls. She'd never been afraid of hard work. A woman stepped up beside her as they both regarded the crowd. The woman was wearing a set of half-plate that looked phenomenal and seemed to flex and bend somewhat as she moved. It didn't look like steel, and had the finest engravings all across it. Kristafelle's leather armor was finely made, but this woman was wearing a masterpiece. Over that this other woman wore a fine green cloak that looked of elven make, and had a heavy greatsword strapped to her back. Her face was immaculate and her blonde hair tumbled down her face in obviously painstakingly maintained curls. She glanced over at Kristafelle. "It's so tedious waiting for this process, is it not? My men are in both lines, but the way this is run feels so unnecessary. I suppose they're earning a portion of the bounty they'll be paying out by going through all this. Oh, my apologies, I didn't introduce myself. The name is Thalese, of the Black Talons. I am first claw in this region. Quite the stir up this bounty has caused, wouldn't you agree?"
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Catch 22, this is what it was! You need the contract to get the money and you need the money to get the contract. Oh, those wizards! They knew what they were doing when politely suggested taking the quest! Nice euphemism for "take a hike"! Irmiel felt like the bubbling anger was about to erupt - she could not stand bureaucrats on a good day and today was not one of them. The girl took a deep breath, adjusted her glasses - a colourful reminder to stay calm, and asked again. "So, there are no individual contracts at all or is this one special?" Those behind better not be interrupting! She got that far and before she leaves, she will squeeze every ounce of the information from the harpy behind the counter!
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Outside the administration building, in an adjacent alley hidden from view of press and the insufferable gossips, Kristafelle Truesilver had trashed her maid's outfit. A good waste of fabric, it was true, and Ms. Ablethorn was like to be cross once she was released from her bindings, but what else was Kristafelle to do? It was unspeakable that she should be grounded for something silly as passing herself off as a boy and enlisting in the navy, and once over again for escaping the house and fooling her parents into thinking that she had taken a life at sea. And it would be unspeakable to deny her this opportunity to participate in one of the most exciting charters ever offered in Cormyr! Oh, a life lost at sea, some miserable fishmonger's wife, would indeed be preferable to living as a caged bird in the foolishly large estate her family maintains beyond the Royal Gardens here in Suzail.
But all of that was a foregone worry. Here she was, ready to begin, but with not a clue as to how to start!
What relief! An adventurer, and a woman, too! A sort of ruffian from the looks of things, burly and sordid, but still recognizable for a woman. From a certain angle. Kristafelle is tempted to ask if she'd been betrothed, but stops herself. Good manners and that.
"Oh, yes, quite the stirrup indeed!" she agrees enthusiastically, trying hard to sound worldly and competent. "It so reminds me of the last time I went a'venturing, but my, that was weeks ago! Thalese of the Black Talons, is it? I'm Kris. Well, Kristafelle, but ugh, it just sounds as though they were hoping for a boy, doesn't it? Can you imagine? There'd be nothing worse in the world than to be a boy. Well, except for one of those dour people working behind these desks. Or a gong farmer. No, I wouldn't want to be one of those! So, ah, what type of work did you say the Black Talons do?"
Sistri dutifully moves off to the side as she was asked. She pushes a strand of her red hair back away from her green eyes as she looks over the others waiting with her. Dressed in chain mail, a round metal shield trimmed with red slung on her back, and a longsword sheathed at her side certainly mark her as someone steeped in combat. And her gear exhibits signs of years in such combat, likely even exceeding her own years. The chain is worn but well-maintained, shield is chipped and pitted but sturdy, and the sword is simple and utilitarian. The only hint of ornamentation is the silver unicorn medallion she wears about her neck. It certainly stands out with its bright blue painted eye.
She waits for maybe a minute, wondering if the Knights of the Unicorn would have ever even had a charter. Even if it did, most likely it would be expired! She certainly didn't have 100 gold! She turns to the others waiting with her, speaking to the person nearest to her. She smiles, trying to offer a proper greeting. "Hello. Would you happen to know how long it usually takes to look up the information? I assume they are looking up your Charter of Arms number as well?"
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Experience had taught him that every place has its own scent, but nothing could have prepared him for the capital. Around the Starwater River one could smell wet land as moss. In the densest parts of the King’s Forest the air was dominated by the aroma of maple and oak and rowan. On the clearings the perfume of fresh grass was ever present. By comparison, Suzail was a chaotic mixture. Sweat and spices, waste and flowers, rooting meat and delicate food. Not even the inside of the administration building was different. It was enough to confuse his sharp senses. I would be lost if Coch didn’t tell me where to go, he thought arriving in the administration building.
The Firbolg had himself been an adventurer and instructed the Satyr about where his first stop in the city should be. And how right he was. As he made his way through the streets, Llwyd caught wind that a particular lucrative contract would be disclosed this day. A good paying work, maybe enough to give the money he needed. With that in mind he heard the announcement, together with the cacophony caused by the crowd. He could pick every voice tone, every step and clapping. It was maddening until it wasn’t. Thank Silvanus I am getting used to this. He though noticing the stare of a man with strange cloth. Strange for what the druid expected of an adventurer, at least.
“Looking for some work.” He answers gently, as the man approaches. “Are you what they call a recruiter?” The Satyr indagates, trying to read the man’s intention. Was he truly just trying to help?
Insight Check: 12
Irmiel:
The angry girl with pink hair, pink eyebrows, pink eyelashes, and glaring at the attendant through pink frames, asked her question. The lady behind the counter seemed non-plussed when she responded to Irmiel, "Individuals can apply for any contract, including this one. However you still need a Charter of Arms for an individual to be able to operate as a quasi-military element on behalf of Cormyr. The price for a charter is the same for an individual, or for a large group. 300 gold pieces."
Kristafelle:
The woman gives Kristafelle a raised eyebrow and a rather unimpressed look in return. "Right, well, good luck out there. I've matters to attend to." With that abrupt response, she turns and walks away from the youth and apparently approaches another hardened warrior a short ways away and starts a conversation. Kristafelle looks to the numerous lines and small crowds of people in various lines and is unsure where to start. However, behind her, she hears what sounds like someone else having some questions about the situation in here answered. A well dressed business man seems to be talking to a Satyr man.
Llwyd:
The Satyr tries to just this man in front of him that feels a bit too smooth to entirely trust. Llywd would guess the man is being truthful, not trying to intentionally deceive the Satyr, but he has his own agenda for certain, and that involves convincing Llwyd. He's just not sure of what yet. The man speaks, "Haha, yes yes, quite right. I am exactly that, a recruiter. My name is Tanner and I'm a recruiter for the Flaming Fist. Though I'm just as happy to just give a stranger a helping hand. These bureaucracies are a snake pit of double talk and misdirection." He smiles a slightly greasy smile. "If you aren't part of any group that has what they call a 'Charter of Arms', then you need to acquire your own Charter, which runs you 300 gold. You'd get that at Counter III, registrations, over there. If you've already got a charter, then you can go to either of those line ups to register to compete for any open contracts. That's free to do, but you have to do it, and the timing is all different depending on the contract. It's all a bit of a run around if you ask me. That's why I joined the Flaming Fist. They have the Charters, you join their group and all this license stuff goes away. You also get great mentorship from senior people and you don't have to do everything yourself. You can specialize in one area that you really like. Flaming Fist is open to new members, especially those with some unique...origin stories that might lend us some alignment with various communities or groups." He smiles his greasy smile once more.
Sistri:
Turns to the nearest person, an older man with grey hair and a stubbly beard, wearing a purple doublet and black slacks. He looks like a merchant perhaps. Sistri notices that he seems well put together. He looks to Sistri, and smiles, and Sistri immediately gets a sense that this man is kind and polite, "Well, usually this sort of thing would be done right away at the desk. But today's there's quite the ruckus. They'll probably track down a record for you in about twenty minutes I'd guess. I'm not here for a Charter though. I'm an investor hoping to start a new company. I've already got a Charter, picked one up last week, I'm mostly here to look for possible recruits. I just wanted to know if the names on the Charter had to have any particular forms or identification before they can be added, so I could be sure my recruits meet all the requirements. Someone is fetching me a 'Charter Personnel Qualifications Form B" apparently." He smiles an apologetic smile, "It looks like you are part of a company already? I don't mean to pry, but what group is it? I mean, if we'll be competing and you do not want to say, I apologize, just....making conversation."
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
As he watched the recruiter the druid could not help but remember an old lesson received in the Circle. There is no beast more dangerous than the silent one. For while a roar carries a message and a threatening posture seeks intimidation, silence hides intention and you can never be sure of when an attack will come. Fortunately, Tanner was everything, but a silent beast. He had his own interests but seemed honest enough about wanting to help.
“Hello, Tanner. My name is Llwyd and I am thankful for your cordiality and information.” He started in the tone most gentle he could muster. “I can see you are experienced in your office and as such you probably noticed that I am not from here, which all but ensures that I do not have a Charter. That the fact that your order is open to newcomers is incredibly convenient to me and that I am interested in joining you, but before coming to any decision I must ask what the conditions are.” The Satyr also wanted to ask what the man could gain from it. Of course, as a recruiter it was likely that the more members, he can bring the more coin Tanner would be likely to earn, but he wouldn’t recruit just anyone because of that. “Certainly so many benefits cannot be for free.” Nothing ever was. At least not really. Nature had taught him as much. “I would also like for you to mention to what kind of community or group you deduce I have a connection. For in case I do not have them I may need to demonstrate merit through ability.”
"Oh, it's no problem sir. Sounds like I have time," Sistri replies politely. She didn't really want to wait twenty minutes, but if that was what was required, then she'd wait.
"I am Sistri Runeswallow, a Knight of the Unicorn. I'm sure we have a Charter, just... don't know the number." She doesn't really sound confident about the Charter, and as she's been talking her hair again gets into her eyes. She brushes it back once again.
"How many personnel do you have so far for your new company? Does it have a name?" She again gives him a smile. "You know, so I might recognize my competition when I'm out in the field."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
The harpy turned out to be a relative to a gargoyle - stonehard and unmoving. And as talkative too. Irmiel looked at her contemplating if the question "what if you finish the contract without a license" will be too obvious, then nodded, and left the line. It was a blow but not a defeat! No way every single adventurer had to buy some stupid permit for such an absurd price (no wonder Cormyr is so rich). Somehow people should get around it. She looked around - not everyone was waiting in line. Why? They could know something she did not.
She joined those leaning on the walls all around the place. Thinking about her next move and watching the crowd. Colourful bunch and all after the same quest. How doe it even work? Irmiel decided to stay and observe, keeping an eye on individuals and particularly on the obvious groups with charters in order. And if nothing "problem solving" comes her way... She can always follow one of these groups.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
"Fiddlesticks!" Kris hisses, clenching her fists. Had she said the wrong thing? Maybe there was a special password for adventurers? "Plum jam" she tries aloud. That sounds alright, like something an adventurer would use as a secret password, doesn't it?
She spins around, her face plastered with a grin as bright as the man's is greasy. "Plum Jam!" She speaks loudly, so that he's sure to hear.
"But you know, what you describe doesn't really sound above board, does it? I mean, you wouldn't want to go to all that trouble to join only to find out that the charter is invalid due to procedural defects. Would you?" She peers at the man earnestly, her green eyes widening with genuine curiosity. She notices Llwyd, clearly delighted! "And oh, a pleasure to meet you! I'm Kris. It's not often I've met a satyr. But don't go making friends too easily. Now then, Mr., ah, Tanner. Are you a criminal?"
Llwyd & Kris:
Tanner smiles, as he reels Llywd in, "This is the best part. There is NO cost. They pay YOU! You join the Company of the Flaming Fist. As part of our order, you can take part in our pursuit of various contracts and earn a handsome salary to boot. Yes, there will be an interview process and some tests to ensure you qualify, but by the look of you, and seeing your sharp mind, I doubt they'll be problematic at all. We are offering a handsome bonus to the Gauntlet that completes this particular contract, commensurate of course with the seniority of the various squads members as well as their rank. There is even a generous discount if you wish to spend your bonus on retaining any magical loot that you may have acquired during the mission!"
It is then that a pretty human girl, tall, with broad shoulders, mid-length curly blonde hair, wearing leather armor, a shield on her back, and a rapier at her side, turns to them both. "Plum Jam!"
Tanner looks...entirely bewildered by her approach and the rambling that continues from her as she introduces herself. Looking a bit flabbergasted, and with wide, and for once totally honest eyes says, "A Criminal? My dear no. I am a signed member of the Flaming Fist and an official recruiter for the company. Our charter is entirely valid!! We've completed more Charters for Cormyr in the past year than any other company. In fact, our success rates afford us a special relationship with the crown that enables us to bypass certain formalities and fast-tracks registration of members against our Charter!"
Sistri:
The man clears his throat, "Ha...well...the name is Charlie's Company. But, at this point you'll have to look pretty hard to find us in the field. I haven't recruited anyone yet. I don't have any members. But, with all this activity, it would probably be a good time to look for some..uh...unaligned people. I wonder." He looks around the room, "Oh dear. I wonder....if others have similar plans. I haven't even been thinking about it." He sighs heavily, looking suddenly a bit defeated.
Irmiel:
Decides its best to observe for a bit. She watches as people in this third line wait. Some seem to have a bag of gold in their hands, ready to fork over the fee. It seems some people are actually paying! But others look around nervously, and Irmiel clearly doubts they have the means to pay for a Charter. The other two lines move along slowly. Some people present papers at the front, and a bit of gold, and are handed a packet of papers in return. Those quickly depart, eyes darting about at the competition. She also overhears a nearby woman with striking red hair and green eyes talking to an older gentlemen. The woman is average height, maybe even a bit on the short side, but looks like she's 110% muscle. Every bit her body that isn't covered in chain mail seems to be sharp and chiseled. The man seems to be discussing recruiting...and it seems immediately obvious to Irmiel that it must work like that. There must be all sorts of recruiting opportunities. Finding the one that takes the least amount of the reward from its members is probably the key.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Kris isn't so sure this Flaming Fist fellow is being forthright. Insight: 13
On the other hand, he's so nice!
"That all sounds amazing! So there's fighting involved, right? And do we have to decide right now? I see there are other people to talk to as well. Right, Lloyd, er, Lew-ellen, um, how did you pronounce that, again?"
“You say I have a sharp mind, yet you use favorable words as a bait to distract me from the fact that you actually didn’t answer either of my questions.” He was fast to answer. There was a difference between cost and conditions, and he was sure it wasn’t lost on Tanner. “I suppose your order can earn far more than it pays by concluding a good number of contracts, but I worry about my compatibility since the job relationship I seek may not be much of a long affair.”
Then an unconventional shout pierced the air. As the feminine voice echoed in his ear, the Satyr almost reached for his backpack to see if he had any jam with him. Before he had the chance, though, the woman appeared. Human and dressed like a warrior. Light armor, thin blade, shield at the back. A dexterous warrior, he notices.
“Pleasure is mine.” The druid said with a smile. Coch always said that in the city he should smile when greeting amiable individuals. At first the idea was strange for Llwyd, after all, showing your teeth to a creature is most often a sign of hostility. “I’m Llwyd. The first part's pronounced by making the consonantal sound for the letter "L" while blowing air with your cheeks." He explain guessing Kris didn't know Sylvan. The "ll" is quite recurrent on the language, and tricky for non-speakers. "And I could say the same thing of humans. I mean, there are many in this city, but I haven’t stop to talk with any until the recruiter appeared and I still don’t know how far I can trust him, despite the fact that I would like to make a friend or two.” Friends were always a good thing, he knew as much. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. “Are you a recruiter too?”
Sistri narrows her eyes, not really able to keep her surprise from showing. "No personnel? But you have a Charter? I see." She gives a quick look over to the clerk at Counter II wondering if maybe she would get an answer on the Knights of the Unicorn charter quickly by some good fortune. Seeing no sign of anything happening on that front, she turns back to the man. She's clearly intrigued at the prospect of this Charter with no recruits. "Your name is Charlie?" She gives him a pleasant smile again, hoping to stay on his good side. "What sort of people are you looking for? And how does this work - I mean how do you recoup your investment? You get 5% of the contracts that are completed or something?" She tried not to sound too interested, just making conversation.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Kris & Llwyd:
Tanner sees the two beginning to slip away and chat amongst themselves and gives it one more go "Well...you are certainly welcome to ask around. But, just don't wait too long. The Flaming Fist can only take so many new members and I'd hate for TWO such fine candidates to be turned away because they'd taken too long at the license office. All of your questions can be answered at the recruiting office, by Llywd, I think you'd make an excellent candidate. Anyway, if you're interested, the recruiting office can be found on 32 Blade Lane." He hands you each a small paper card. "Please tell them Tanner sent you. It's how I earn my commission. Good luck you two, hope to see you in the company!"
With that he takes he leave and starts looking around for someone else who appears to...need a hand.
Charlie nods, "Indeed, that is my name. Though I must say I was charmed by the alliteration of Charlie's Company. Not strictly alliteration, I think my literature teacher would make fun. Oh...um, good question, yes. I believe it's a slightly larger amount than that. I believe the company gets around 70% of the contracts, and splits the other 30% between the members. But, that's for the big companies, and they also pay a regular salary, and provide lodgings and basic equipment. I suppose since I'm not established I'd have to negotiate and offer much better deals to entice my first few employees. Say, what did the Unicorn Knights ...ha...that must be an ironic name...you look like you are a very serious person...anyway, what is there contract? Am I prying too much? I apologize if I...."
"Knights of the Unicorn?" comes the call from the front desk. Sistri nods to Charlie to excuse herself and goes to the desk. The woman holds out a piece of paper, "As you can see here, your Charter number is F8-1482-C32. Aaaannd, here at the bottom, last renewed two years ago, so I'm afraid you'll have to provide the renewal fee." She holds up her hand suddenly, "But...license renewals are counter III. This is contract registration. Once your Charter number is in good standing, you can line up here again to register for a contract. Thank you." She turns away expecting the conversation to be at an end.
Irmiel:
Overhears the exchange with Charlie and the red headed warrior as she stands there. She also overhears another man nearby approach a lithe warrior in black armor standing in her group, "Hello there. Names Tanner of the Flaming Fist. Do you find yourself lacking a Charter and the means to acquire one? Have you considered joining the Flaming Fists?" The man just stares at him with a mean look. "Right..right..." replies Tanner to the caustic glare, and leaves him, looking for his next mark.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Turned out, it was not that bad. Well, obviously, it was, because draconian prices attracted also recruiters to hunt the desperate adventurers. But after all, it is what it is. She was not here to change the system but to use it. Let's talk recruitment!
Irmiel did not listen to yet another harpy explaining to yet another victim she can not enter. But that Charlie... now that was promising! "A lovely name for the company," chimed in Irmiel smiling - the decision was made and could afford to be polite and patient. ""Charlie's Company" - has a ring to it. Irmiel. Irmiel Nerien, pleased to meet you. Forgive my interruption, I couldn't help but overhear... Am I right and you are in need of adventurers who could provide for themselves - at least for now - but ready to fulfil the contract on behalf of your company? I am sure it is possible, especially if the reward is negotiable. Say, how do you plan to select your candidates? I might know someone ready to join."
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Charlie looks at now the 2nd person talking to him with a bit of surprise. "Oh...well...good question...um.."
"Charlie's Company?" comes the call from the front desk.
"Oh, please excuse me a moment." He walks to the front desk. They hand him papers, and then the woman at the front actually....smiles?...and...laughs?...at something he says, and then she passes him what is now the familiar package of papers that go along with the new quests. He comes back with a pleasant smile on his face. "Well, she is quite a lovely lady. Now...where were we?"
There's a commotion as someone near the front of the middle line suddenly jumps forward and leaps onto the desk of the room! It's a half-elf, but an illusion around him suddenly shimmers and vanishes revealing a pale human looking man with black stringy hair in black leather armor studded with spikes. Another man near the front turns and backs up to the desk as well, standing just in front of this leather dressed person....watching the crowd with empty hands up, ready for...something.
The man on the desk is there for a fraction of a moment before shouting, "The Mythallars belong to the Shadovar. Death comes swift for any who seek our domain!" And then the two of them vanish with a pop! A small silver bead is left behind in the air. The bead begins to fall towards the desk.
Everyone roll initiative!
Bead drop: 11
(If you go before bead drop, feel free to state your action.) Kris and Llwyd, you're about 40 feet from the front desk, and 15 feet from the exit. Irmiel and Sistri you are about 20 feet from the front desk and 35 feet from the exit. Charlie is standing with you both.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Initiative: 5
Thankfully, Sistri was interrupted by the woman calling her to the desk before she had to answer his question about the Knights of the Unicorn Charter. She is disappointed but not too surprised that the Charter is expired. "Well, thank you very much. I appreciate your help," she says cheerfully to the clerk. Heading back towards Charlie she is then interrupted by the commotion.
(Initiative: 20)
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