As what happens on the above these sewer grates, in the great city of Cresthall, it happens down here as well, in the Drenched Quarters. Not a place for a good loyal citizens, but for the ones that like to deal with us unsavory folks. And I'm talking about thieves, renegades, and occasional murderer, all of them make there way down here. To hide, to find a place to rest, and to be rewarded for their misdeeds. The guards try to raid this place every once in a while, but they always seem to end up a meal for those sewer rats and crocs down here. Sometime we get the lucky guard who manages to outrun them all, well they can't do much against all of us. But the leader congratulates them and hands them a small bag of gold, and a pat on the back. The leader always whispers something to them, never bothered to hear it, and then they'll leave us forever...Naw, we didn't kill'em. That'd be going against the leader and none of us want that.
That leader...The pureblood Yuan-ti, Talesh Rissich, an accomplished thief, manipulator, and leader of the Hidden Hand. Most of us can't claim her goals all the way out here in Cresthall, but we all don't care for that. She keeps this place hidden and afloat with her gold and connections. She spends most of her nights here in this sewer outing we call the Croc's Rest...aptly named so caused the tavern head here butchered a nest of crocodiles here, damn bloody strong those hobgoblins. And as it happens, you're at his tavern, hiding away from the law up top, looking for your next hit, or just cause you have a reputation among us criminal filth.
This is another campaign in Cresthall, strictly for more evil characters or neutral characters, for those who want to get more gold or cause more trouble in the city. This campaign might impact the other campaign later on but for now its solely for working on experience with evil characters. The application way will resemble the Cresthall with a few differences. And good luck on your crimes.
Application Form: (Pantheon is Forgotten Realms)
(Start at level three)
Name:
Age:
Race:
Religion:
Class:
Equipment:
Familiar (If there is one, none, leave blank):
Alignment (If good, will need a pm conversation on why):
List of Crimes:
Short Bio:
Equipment:
(A) 100 gold, starting equipment, and one uncommon wondrous equipment
(B) 50 gold, starting equipment, and one rare wondrous equipment
(C) 10 gold, a dagger, one rare wondrous and one uncommon equipment
Please state what option you took and what wondrous items you have.
List of Crimes: vagrancy, theft, fraud, intimidation, arson, murder
Short Bio: Growing up a tiefling in society was never easy. The stares. The expectations people have of you when you dorn demon horns. I could never get a job doing an honest days work so I turned to crime. Stealing, which sometimes turned into fires, which sometimes turned into murders. It does not bother me anymore, the crime. Ive came to terms with what I am. I’m here to take what I want and to be at the top of the food chain, so to speak. I honestly didn’t want to be this way when I was younger. Guess you could call me a product of circumstance. I have learned I’m damn good at being the bad guy.
List of Crimes: Espionage (corporate), libel/slander, assault, theft
Short Bio:
Starting off his career as a petty functionary in the office of the finance minister of Cresthall to work his way through bard college, the well-spoken dragonborn, Atporix, quickly came to realize he enjoyed collecting knowledge wherever he could find it. One would be surprised at what could be discerned through collection records. He was able to quickly make a short list of the merchants who had the deepest pockets.
Having finished his studies, Atporix now offers his services to the highest bidder as an independent advisor. He is usually tasked by his clients, wealthy merchants, noble houses, and the like, who are looking to spread rumors - true or otherwise, find trade secrets about a rival merchant. He currently finds himself lying low in the Croc’s Rest as his last job went sideways.
Familiar (If there is one, none, leave blank): Owl
Alignment (If good, will need a pm conversation on why): Lawful Evil
List of Crimes: Aggravated Assault, Torture, Murder
Short Bio:
Hardal was part of a Githyanki scout party that was about to be sent on to the prime material plane to investigate the sightings of an illithid stronghold.
An unfortunate accident happened while they were traversing the Astral Sea that crashed their ship. Seperated from his fellow members, he decided to pursue their mission to find the stronghold in the hopes of seeing them.
Currently he is a hired mercenary earning gold while subsequently digging more information for his secret mission.
Equipment: Starting equipment, 100 gp, and Pipes of the Sewers
Alignment: True/Lawful/Chaotic Neutral (Primarily cares about surviving and will do whatever he needs to ensure that, but also is deeply interested in seeing new things and creatures)
List of Crimes: Burglary, Murder
Short Bio: What is it that you want to know about me? I am no one important. There is nothing I have done that has not been done by another. The murder? I know not what you speak of. Yes, I have killed before. But that time, no. The rats merely took what they needed from those men. Why would I have tried to stop them? And I? I also, take what I need when I need to take it. All but the weakest do the same. But those who take what they do not need...they should be careful. I wouldn't stop them, myself. All things do as they do and are as they are. I just survive. And why am I here? Why not? There are always interesting things to see in places like this. And maybe there is something interesting to do. I can always use some more gold to buy bread. But please, do not comment on my appearance. We can't all have nice things.
Alignment (If good, will need a pm conversation on why): Chaotic Neutral
List of Crimes: Burglary, Murder
Short Bio: There is a demon parasite in my body, has no control over me but if and when I die it will emerge to find a new host. I have been alive far longer than any other human yet do not age, I have seen loved ones grow old and die, my own children I have seen grow old and die. I have lost faith in the so called gods and celestial beings. I live only to kill these evil demons but only hoping one is worthy enough to rid me of this life.
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List of crimes: Theft, murder, intimidation, extortion
Bio Hollisa was born to be good, and that rankled her. She never liked anyone telling her what to do. She chaffed at every deed she did for her patron so she turned to another god, one who promised her great rewards for her efforts. She also found she enjoyed intimidating people into being followers of Auril. She found a place she belonged and a job she enjoyed. The weak should bend to her will. She focused on those who saw themselves as good and showed them how good they were in reality. She does things for her own good only, if someone is willing to pay enough, she'll do whatever needs to be done. The bloodier the better.
A few goblins go to and fro around the tavern, carrying meals and delivering slips of paper to tables. The hobgoblin at the bar watches over his patrons, making sure that any rule breakers will be met with his hammer he kept nearby. The patrons themselves not caring much for the fiends running about, more concerned with finally being able to relax. This tavern is a sanctuary of sorts. While all kind of scum can meet here, no one can start fights inside the tavern or steal inside the tavern. Most people that break that rule get thrown out the first time, the second time consists of the hobgoblin breaking a hand or knee, third time don't get to live. Each person inside the bar will have to stab the offender once, or until they feel satisfied, just to make an example out of them.
A goblin wanders up to you, as the new arrivals at the tavern. It snarled at the other goblins as they tried to approach you all, seems that this one wants the boss to know he helped you guys out. It's clothes tattered and ragged, suited for a vagrant out on the streets, its skin a sickly green, "Welcome! Welcome! This Croc's Rest, Tavern and only Tavern here in Quarters! Me bring food and kill paper! Which one you want!" It was a high pitched distorted voice, disturbingly excited and eager to please. What would you like to do?
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"Food and Drink" Onyx answers shortly not giving the goblin his full attention as he looks around the tavern, scanning the area just to see what other folks are in here.
Perception: 20
OOC: Will you be creating a separate thread with the members you have chosen where we can upload our character sheet?
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Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC
Hollisa walks into the tavern and puts her back to a wall where she can see the door. "Give me a drink and the food, and tell me more about this kill paper."
I butt in on the conversation and move to the front of the group. My dark brown robe covers my almost burnt red skin. “Bring me those kill papers and an ale.” My eyes glow red and shimmer like a flame as I speak with goblin. “What’s your name my little green friend?”
"Just food and water for now," Pavla says in a mellow voice, neither high or low. Reaching into one among nearly countless visible pockets, Pavla draws out a small glass bead, inside which a metal goldfish appears to swim. Pasha squints at it with narrowed brown eyes before plopping it back into the pocket it came from and looking at the goblin disinterestedly.
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Haldar
Sporting a chain mail with his longsword and shield on his back, a tall bald man with pale yellow skin, pointed ears serrated at the back, and sunken black eyes talks to the goblin.
"Food, both for me and my tiny companion. Also the latest kill papers."
A noticeable barn owl sits on his shoulders which is quite odd to be seen under the sewers. Nevertheless, it seems irritated to be underground where it can't fly freely.
He sits on an empty table wondering if it was just sheer coincidence that a large group of people entered almost at the same time in this dank place. He closes his eyes in an attempt to take a short rest from his travel down here while waiting for his order.
Hardal looks through his familiar's eyes to discern any potential offenders in case they make a scene so he can take a free stab on them.
The little fiend pounds its chest, proudly proclaiming, "Vrisk! Me's name is Vrisk!", it turns to the other goblins, snarling at them, "Go now! Go! Bring tall ones food!" The unimpressive display sends the other goblins scampering away to the bar to get said food, hopefully they'll remember the drinks. The one named Vrisk beckons you to a vacant table, "Come! Come! Sit and rest! Me will bring kill papers!" Before any of you take a seat, Vrisk scurries off to the wall, pulling back a board to revel a small sewer hole. Vrisk crawls into the hole, his green skin disappearing into the darkness.
"Food and Drink" Onyx answers shortly not giving the goblin his full attention as he looks around the tavern, scanning the area just to see what other folks are in here.
Perception: 7
OOC: Will you be creating a separate thread with the members you have chosen where we can upload our character sheet?
Scum. You see filthy liars, cheats, and bastards alike. Some looking as frail and broken as a mouse being chased by a cat. Others are the cat, then the dog, then the lion. Bigger men stroll around, showing off their scars and weapons. Some lie in the shadows, their eyes like a predator. Point is, don't be afraid, they'll see it and put it to work.
Sitting at one of the tables near the door is a human typical of a place like this - dark, greasy hair, dark eyes, tattered leather armor, rapier at his side. He takes a drink of sip of his ale and it looks as if winces at the taste, choking it down.
At the question of food from the goblin, the man looks at the contents of his mug and sighs - one doesn't need to be a diviner to predict the quality of the meal to vome. "I suppose it will be better than nothing." He sits back in his chair and scratches his chin. "I'll check those papers too. I'm curious to see who's on whose shit list."
Sporting a chain mail with his longsword and shield on his back, a tall bald man with pale yellow skin, pointed ears serrated at the back, and sunken black eyes talks to the goblin.
"Food, both for me and my tiny companion. Also the latest kill papers."
A noticeable barn owl sits on his shoulders which is quite odd to be seen under the sewers. Nevertheless, it seems irritated to be underground where it can't fly freely.
He sits on an empty table wondering if it was just sheer coincidence that a large group of people entered almost at the same time in this dank place. He closes his eyes in an attempt to take a short rest from his travel down here while waiting for his order.
Hardal looks through his familiar's eyes to discern any potential offenders in case they make a scene so he can take a free stab on them.
Your owl sees many people, both good targets and ones to avoid. Most of the crowd here are small timers, crooks and thieves, litter around the center of the tavern, while the bigger threats linger around the edges. You note not that many around the doorway but a goliath stands by the door, harassing the pick pockets and thieves. He has an eye patch on so it should be easier to sneak by him if a fight breaks out.
As you sit away from the group, another goblin runs up to, holding up a few papers to you, "Me hear, me hear you want kill papers.", The goblin passes you the papers.
Note 1:
Kill Thad Burrons, burn down all his contracts.
Reward: 200 gold
Dead Drop: Stump with a burned top, outside of Cresthall
Note 2:
Ransack a caravan headed to Cresthall, leave nothing alive
Reward: Whatever you find on the caravan
Note 3:
Kidnap Sasha Ithiad, half elven girl in a tavern, bring her to the outskirts, house with a dagger to it, ignore the notice on it
Reward: 500 gold
P.S. No killing, one word of killing and I'll take the money and leave you with the girl.
I sit at a table provided by Vrisk. I sit there by myself for now. I eye the others that had come in. I show an interest that I don’t mind the company of other hooligans and misfits. I kick a couple chairs out for the others to sit. “Vrisk! Where in the nine hells is my ale!” I start looking around for the goblin. “And don’t forget that kill paper, good son!” I’ve always taken a liking to folks looked down upon by society, like myself, that are scattered throughout the lands. Humans and elves, what a boring ******* life..... I lean back in my chair and wait.
As what happens on the above these sewer grates, in the great city of Cresthall, it happens down here as well, in the Drenched Quarters. Not a place for a good loyal citizens, but for the ones that like to deal with us unsavory folks. And I'm talking about thieves, renegades, and occasional murderer, all of them make there way down here. To hide, to find a place to rest, and to be rewarded for their misdeeds. The guards try to raid this place every once in a while, but they always seem to end up a meal for those sewer rats and crocs down here. Sometime we get the lucky guard who manages to outrun them all, well they can't do much against all of us. But the leader congratulates them and hands them a small bag of gold, and a pat on the back. The leader always whispers something to them, never bothered to hear it, and then they'll leave us forever...Naw, we didn't kill'em. That'd be going against the leader and none of us want that.
That leader...The pureblood Yuan-ti, Talesh Rissich, an accomplished thief, manipulator, and leader of the Hidden Hand. Most of us can't claim her goals all the way out here in Cresthall, but we all don't care for that. She keeps this place hidden and afloat with her gold and connections. She spends most of her nights here in this sewer outing we call the Croc's Rest...aptly named so caused the tavern head here butchered a nest of crocodiles here, damn bloody strong those hobgoblins. And as it happens, you're at his tavern, hiding away from the law up top, looking for your next hit, or just cause you have a reputation among us criminal filth.
This is another campaign in Cresthall, strictly for more evil characters or neutral characters, for those who want to get more gold or cause more trouble in the city. This campaign might impact the other campaign later on but for now its solely for working on experience with evil characters. The application way will resemble the Cresthall with a few differences. And good luck on your crimes.
Application Form: (Pantheon is Forgotten Realms)
(Start at level three)
Name:
Age:
Race:
Religion:
Class:
Equipment:
Familiar (If there is one, none, leave blank):
Alignment (If good, will need a pm conversation on why):
List of Crimes:
Short Bio:
Equipment:
Please state what option you took and what wondrous items you have.
Name: Valrakas
Age: 35
Race: Tiefling
Religion: follower of Demogorgan (if possible)
Class: Sorcerer
Equipment: B, cloak of the bat
Familiar: n/a
Alignment: lawful evil
List of Crimes: vagrancy, theft, fraud, intimidation, arson, murder
Short Bio: Growing up a tiefling in society was never easy. The stares. The expectations people have of you when you dorn demon horns. I could never get a job doing an honest days work so I turned to crime. Stealing, which sometimes turned into fires, which sometimes turned into murders. It does not bother me anymore, the crime. Ive came to terms with what I am. I’m here to take what I want and to be at the top of the food chain, so to speak. I honestly didn’t want to be this way when I was younger. Guess you could call me a product of circumstance. I have learned I’m damn good at being the bad guy.
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Name: Rakish
Age: 30
Race: Yuan-ti Pureblood
Religion: Shan
Class: Rogue (Mastermind)
Equipment: A ( will add magical item later)
Familiar:
Alignement: NE
List of Crimes: Con, exthorsion, kindapping, robbery, blackmailing.
Short Bio: Working on it, currently at the phone ;)
Have a Tabaxti thief or Bugbear ready if needed for the party/history if you see them fit better :)
PbP Character: A few ;)
Name: Atporix Mohydlion
Age: 28
Race: Dragonborn (green)
Religion: Oghma
Class: Bard
Equipment: A, Hat of Disguise
Familiar: n/a
Alignment: CN
List of Crimes: Espionage (corporate), libel/slander, assault, theft
Short Bio:
Starting off his career as a petty functionary in the office of the finance minister of Cresthall to work his way through bard college, the well-spoken dragonborn, Atporix, quickly came to realize he enjoyed collecting knowledge wherever he could find it. One would be surprised at what could be discerned through collection records. He was able to quickly make a short list of the merchants who had the deepest pockets.
Having finished his studies, Atporix now offers his services to the highest bidder as an independent advisor. He is usually tasked by his clients, wealthy merchants, noble houses, and the like, who are looking to spread rumors - true or otherwise, find trade secrets about a rival merchant. He currently finds himself lying low in the Croc’s Rest as his last job went sideways.
Name: Hardal
Age: 22
Race: Githyanki
Religion: n/a
Class: Fighter (Eldritch Knight)
Equipment: B, Ring of Mind Shielding
Familiar (If there is one, none, leave blank): Owl
Alignment (If good, will need a pm conversation on why): Lawful Evil
List of Crimes: Aggravated Assault, Torture, Murder
Short Bio:
Hardal was part of a Githyanki scout party that was about to be sent on to the prime material plane to investigate the sightings of an illithid stronghold.
An unfortunate accident happened while they were traversing the Astral Sea that crashed their ship. Seperated from his fellow members, he decided to pursue their mission to find the stronghold in the hopes of seeing them.
Currently he is a hired mercenary earning gold while subsequently digging more information for his secret mission.
Name: Pavla
Age: 17
Race: Human
Religion: The Old Faith
Class: Druid (Circle of the Land)
Equipment: Starting equipment, 100 gp, and Pipes of the Sewers
Alignment: True/Lawful/Chaotic Neutral (Primarily cares about surviving and will do whatever he needs to ensure that, but also is deeply interested in seeing new things and creatures)
List of Crimes: Burglary, Murder
Short Bio: What is it that you want to know about me? I am no one important. There is nothing I have done that has not been done by another. The murder? I know not what you speak of. Yes, I have killed before. But that time, no. The rats merely took what they needed from those men. Why would I have tried to stop them? And I? I also, take what I need when I need to take it. All but the weakest do the same. But those who take what they do not need...they should be careful. I wouldn't stop them, myself. All things do as they do and are as they are. I just survive. And why am I here? Why not? There are always interesting things to see in places like this. And maybe there is something interesting to do. I can always use some more gold to buy bread. But please, do not comment on my appearance. We can't all have nice things.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Name: Onyx Greyscale
Age: 136 Years old
Race: Human
Religion: None (Look at back story)
Class: Ranger
Equipment: B Still choosing a Rare Item
Familiar (If there is one, none, leave blank):
Alignment (If good, will need a pm conversation on why): Chaotic Neutral
List of Crimes: Burglary, Murder
Short Bio: There is a demon parasite in my body, has no control over me but if and when I die it will emerge to find a new host. I have been alive far longer than any other human yet do not age, I have seen loved ones grow old and die, my own children I have seen grow old and die. I have lost faith in the so called gods and celestial beings. I live only to kill these evil demons but only hoping one is worthy enough to rid me of this life.
Killian Greycastle Lv3 - Human Wild Magic Sorcerer - Lost In The Endless Tower, DM Pokepaladdy
Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC
Name: Hollisa
Age: 24
Race: aasimar (fallen)
Religion Paladin of Auril
Class: Paladin
Equipment: B (rare item to be added later)
Familiar N/A
Alignment. Neutral evil
List of crimes: Theft, murder, intimidation, extortion
Bio Hollisa was born to be good, and that rankled her. She never liked anyone telling her what to do. She chaffed at every deed she did for her patron so she turned to another god, one who promised her great rewards for her efforts. She also found she enjoyed intimidating people into being followers of Auril. She found a place she belonged and a job she enjoyed. The weak should bend to her will. She focused on those who saw themselves as good and showed them how good they were in reality. She does things for her own good only, if someone is willing to pay enough, she'll do whatever needs to be done. The bloodier the better.
Alright, I'm going to close applications now, those accepted will be pmed.
A few goblins go to and fro around the tavern, carrying meals and delivering slips of paper to tables. The hobgoblin at the bar watches over his patrons, making sure that any rule breakers will be met with his hammer he kept nearby. The patrons themselves not caring much for the fiends running about, more concerned with finally being able to relax. This tavern is a sanctuary of sorts. While all kind of scum can meet here, no one can start fights inside the tavern or steal inside the tavern. Most people that break that rule get thrown out the first time, the second time consists of the hobgoblin breaking a hand or knee, third time don't get to live. Each person inside the bar will have to stab the offender once, or until they feel satisfied, just to make an example out of them.
A goblin wanders up to you, as the new arrivals at the tavern. It snarled at the other goblins as they tried to approach you all, seems that this one wants the boss to know he helped you guys out. It's clothes tattered and ragged, suited for a vagrant out on the streets, its skin a sickly green, "Welcome! Welcome! This Croc's Rest, Tavern and only Tavern here in Quarters! Me bring food and kill paper! Which one you want!" It was a high pitched distorted voice, disturbingly excited and eager to please. What would you like to do?
"Food and Drink" Onyx answers shortly not giving the goblin his full attention as he looks around the tavern, scanning the area just to see what other folks are in here.
Perception: 20
OOC: Will you be creating a separate thread with the members you have chosen where we can upload our character sheet?
Killian Greycastle Lv3 - Human Wild Magic Sorcerer - Lost In The Endless Tower, DM Pokepaladdy
Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC
Hollisa
Hollisa walks into the tavern and puts her back to a wall where she can see the door. "Give me a drink and the food, and tell me more about this kill paper."
Valrakas
I butt in on the conversation and move to the front of the group. My dark brown robe covers my almost burnt red skin. “Bring me those kill papers and an ale.” My eyes glow red and shimmer like a flame as I speak with goblin. “What’s your name my little green friend?”
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Pavla
"Just food and water for now," Pavla says in a mellow voice, neither high or low. Reaching into one among nearly countless visible pockets, Pavla draws out a small glass bead, inside which a metal goldfish appears to swim. Pasha squints at it with narrowed brown eyes before plopping it back into the pocket it came from and looking at the goblin disinterestedly.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Haldar
Sporting a chain mail with his longsword and shield on his back, a tall bald man with pale yellow skin, pointed ears serrated at the back, and sunken black eyes talks to the goblin.
"Food, both for me and my tiny companion. Also the latest kill papers."
A noticeable barn owl sits on his shoulders which is quite odd to be seen under the sewers. Nevertheless, it seems irritated to be underground where it can't fly freely.
He sits on an empty table wondering if it was just sheer coincidence that a large group of people entered almost at the same time in this dank place. He closes his eyes in an attempt to take a short rest from his travel down here while waiting for his order.
Hardal looks through his familiar's eyes to discern any potential offenders in case they make a scene so he can take a free stab on them.
Perception 17
The little fiend pounds its chest, proudly proclaiming, "Vrisk! Me's name is Vrisk!", it turns to the other goblins, snarling at them, "Go now! Go! Bring tall ones food!" The unimpressive display sends the other goblins scampering away to the bar to get said food, hopefully they'll remember the drinks. The one named Vrisk beckons you to a vacant table, "Come! Come! Sit and rest! Me will bring kill papers!" Before any of you take a seat, Vrisk scurries off to the wall, pulling back a board to revel a small sewer hole. Vrisk crawls into the hole, his green skin disappearing into the darkness.
Sitting at one of the tables near the door is a human typical of a place like this - dark, greasy hair, dark eyes, tattered leather armor, rapier at his side. He takes a drink of sip of his ale and it looks as if winces at the taste, choking it down.
At the question of food from the goblin, the man looks at the contents of his mug and sighs - one doesn't need to be a diviner to predict the quality of the meal to vome. "I suppose it will be better than nothing." He sits back in his chair and scratches his chin. "I'll check those papers too. I'm curious to see who's on whose shit list."
Kill Thad Burrons, burn down all his contracts.
Reward: 200 gold
Dead Drop: Stump with a burned top, outside of Cresthall
Note 2:
Ransack a caravan headed to Cresthall, leave nothing alive
Reward: Whatever you find on the caravan
Note 3:
Kidnap Sasha Ithiad, half elven girl in a tavern, bring her to the outskirts, house with a dagger to it, ignore the notice on it
Reward: 500 gold
P.S. No killing, one word of killing and I'll take the money and leave you with the girl.
Valraka
RETCON
I sit at a table provided by Vrisk. I sit there by myself for now. I eye the others that had come in. I show an interest that I don’t mind the company of other hooligans and misfits. I kick a couple chairs out for the others to sit. “Vrisk! Where in the nine hells is my ale!” I start looking around for the goblin. “And don’t forget that kill paper, good son!” I’ve always taken a liking to folks looked down upon by society, like myself, that are scattered throughout the lands. Humans and elves, what a boring ******* life..... I lean back in my chair and wait.
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