You have all sought out the Clifftop Adventurers Guild for employment, Rashoz the Drill Sergeant in charge of recruitment, has a entry level job that will require satisfactory completion before you are eligible for admittance into the guild. You are individually given a letter of introduction and told to meet Sergeant Germaine Vilroy of the Sharn Watch at Lyrandar Tower for a briefing on the quest at hand.
An orange glow covers the top of Lyrandar Tower as the sun sinks in the sky. Above, the great airships of House Lyrandar float like leviathans surrounded by brilliant rings of elemental energy. Below, bridges crisscross at all levels of the city, connecting Sharn’s great towers. The sounds of crying children, barking vendors, cursing skycoach drivers, and braying hippogriffs rise up to become a unique din that can only be heard in the City of Towers.
Each of you carries a letter of introduction from Sergeant Germaine Vilroy of the Sharn Watch that reads, “I’m calling on you for a job. I can’t write the details, but it pays well and requires your skills. Meet me at the airship dock on top of Lyrandar Tower. Come armed.”
Rollo Helsing, a stout but tough halfling arrives at the dock. Wearing thick leather armour, a dirty witch hunters hat and carrying an assortment of weaponry, namely an ornate crossbow across his back and silver sword by his side. A small quiver of various bolts on the other side and when the others look to his face, all they see under the shadow of the hat, are a pair of glowing yellow eyes.
greatings all. Says rollo, chomping on the remains of a homemade halfling weed splif
Leowin, a half-elf, arrives as Rollo is greeting the group. He isn't much to look at, wearing plain, dark clothes and a modest cloak. He arrives wearing a broad, unthreatening smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He nods in acknowledgement to Rollo without saying anything.
Draskan approaches the others, an imposing figure at nearly 7 feet tall and almost as broad, wisps of smoke smoulder from his armour like an aura. His trusty maul, bigger than some men, draped over his shoulder. A long sword strapped to his back with a hand axe on each hip.
His bad attitude is only surpassed by his short temper, therefore his only acknowledgment of the others is a snort of white steam from his nostrils.
"Well aren't we a sullen lot in need of some salvation? Any less life in you and I'd be giving last rites rather than first greetings."
The voice, which had the distinct ring of vibrating metal, came from an admittedly very grubby looking warforged, dressed in a bedraggled cleric's that struggled to hide the armour beneath, bonded to his very flesh.
"Diomedes, faithful house man of Jorasco." He extends a hand to anyone that will take it.
A small child no older than six, breaks away from a group of children who had been playing near the entrance to the tower, skips over having spotted the group congregating and stands next to Rollo, sizing him up. The boy is dirty, wearing thread bare rags.
That’s a pretty hat you have there mister, can I try it on for size? The little boy then tries to swipe the hat and put it on.
As darkness descends on the city, you see windows light up the towers around you from bottom to top. A cool wind whisks between you, drowning out the other noises of the city. A nearby lift rises, carrying a human in her mid-thirties with close cropped black hair and a glowing pipe in her mouth. Germaine gives a wry smile as she nods to you all, saying, “Thanks for coming.”
The little boy continues to play with the hat, much to the annoyance of Rollo, but glances sideways at Germaine, scowling a little and sticking out his bottom lip as he mumbles in a sulky tone, Not like you gave me much choice.
I have a meeting with a warforged called Coal, whom I am acquainted with. She claims to have knowledge of a crime that has been committed in the ruins of Old Sharn below us. I do not have the resources to deal with her welfare using only the Watch, that is why I am willing to pay each of you 25 gold crowns now and another 50 each if you can bring Coal safely to me.
Having lost interest in what Germaine has said, the little boy approaches Diomedes after seeing it might be dangerous to mess with the halfling.
He stands directly in front of the cleric and then kicks Diomedes’ shin lightly, hearing a clanging sound. The sound seems to satisfy the little boy and he stares upwards with a big grin on his face, Wow, you really are made of metal aren’t you?
Fear not goodly Sergeant, House Jorasco will protect this Coal. She must be a lady of some repute to come to your attention. I will return with her shortly!
Diomedes sets off suddenly with steely determination, before stopping almost immediately when he realises he doesn't know where he's going
The boy chuckles as he then suddenly transforms into a carbon copy of Diomedes, Not that envious.
He then looks to Germaine and transforms yet again, but this time into a white haired woman with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Her long unkempt hair flows down to her waist and she wears a corset with a long skirt that billows out behind her, the front runched up around a belt which appears to have many potions and vials tied to it. A dark yet mischievous aura surrounds her.
Don’t you worry your little head Germaine, we’ll be back in no time with this cleric’s new girlfriend.
Germaine sighs. Finally someone with a sensible question. Coal is in the Cog Carnival in High Wall Ward it’ll probably take you about half an hour from here. Take these Sharn Watch writs of enforcement, that’ll cover any force you may need to use in the city to uncover whatever crime Coal is reporting
No offence intended Germaine, but I don't know any of these people. Why should I go anywhere with them? This dragon-looking fella doesn't look like he likes me much. Nor anyone else. And this kid... Isn't a kid.
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You have all sought out the Clifftop Adventurers Guild for employment, Rashoz the Drill Sergeant in charge of recruitment, has a entry level job that will require satisfactory completion before you are eligible for admittance into the guild. You are individually given a letter of introduction and told to meet Sergeant Germaine Vilroy of the Sharn Watch at Lyrandar Tower for a briefing on the quest at hand.
Rollo Helsing, a stout but tough halfling arrives at the dock. Wearing thick leather armour, a dirty witch hunters hat and carrying an assortment of weaponry, namely an ornate crossbow across his back and silver sword by his side. A small quiver of various bolts on the other side and when the others look to his face, all they see under the shadow of the hat, are a pair of glowing yellow eyes.
greatings all. Says rollo, chomping on the remains of a homemade halfling weed splif
Leowin, a half-elf, arrives as Rollo is greeting the group. He isn't much to look at, wearing plain, dark clothes and a modest cloak. He arrives wearing a broad, unthreatening smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He nods in acknowledgement to Rollo without saying anything.
Draskan approaches the others, an imposing figure at nearly 7 feet tall and almost as broad, wisps of smoke smoulder from his armour like an aura. His trusty maul, bigger than some men, draped over his shoulder. A long sword strapped to his back with a hand axe on each hip.
His bad attitude is only surpassed by his short temper, therefore his only acknowledgment of the others is a snort of white steam from his nostrils.
"Well aren't we a sullen lot in need of some salvation? Any less life in you and I'd be giving last rites rather than first greetings."
The voice, which had the distinct ring of vibrating metal, came from an admittedly very grubby looking warforged, dressed in a bedraggled cleric's that struggled to hide the armour beneath, bonded to his very flesh.
"Diomedes, faithful house man of Jorasco." He extends a hand to anyone that will take it.
A small child no older than six, breaks away from a group of children who had been playing near the entrance to the tower, skips over having spotted the group congregating and stands next to Rollo, sizing him up. The boy is dirty, wearing thread bare rags.
That’s a pretty hat you have there mister, can I try it on for size? The little boy then tries to swipe the hat and put it on.
As darkness descends on the city, you see windows light up the towers around you from bottom to top. A cool wind whisks between you, drowning out the other noises of the city. A nearby lift rises, carrying a human in her mid-thirties with close cropped black hair and a glowing pipe in her mouth. Germaine gives a wry smile as she nods to you all, saying, “Thanks for coming.”
The little boy continues to play with the hat, much to the annoyance of Rollo, but glances sideways at Germaine, scowling a little and sticking out his bottom lip as he mumbles in a sulky tone, Not like you gave me much choice.
Leowin looks at the kid with genuine amusement in his eyes, then looks towards Germaine with a questioning expression, his head cocked to the side.
Rollo Swipes the hat back, giving the child a quick push sideways and placing his hand on the crossbow as warning ‘try that again’ look.
he then bows to Germaine
Diomedes produces a slightly bloodstained letter and holds it aloft.
Good Sergeant, I have your letter. Please explain
I have a meeting with a warforged called Coal, whom I am acquainted with. She claims to have knowledge of a crime that has been committed in the ruins of Old Sharn below us. I do not have the resources to deal with her welfare using only the Watch, that is why I am willing to pay each of you 25 gold crowns now and another 50 each if you can bring Coal safely to me.
Eoni could you stop with the kiddy bullcrap please? I dOnt have the luxury of time for your shenanigans tonight
Having lost interest in what Germaine has said, the little boy approaches Diomedes after seeing it might be dangerous to mess with the halfling.
He stands directly in front of the cleric and then kicks Diomedes’ shin lightly, hearing a clanging sound. The sound seems to satisfy the little boy and he stares upwards with a big grin on his face, Wow, you really are made of metal aren’t you?
Fear not goodly Sergeant, House Jorasco will protect this Coal. She must be a lady of some repute to come to your attention. I will return with her shortly!
Diomedes sets off suddenly with steely determination, before stopping almost immediately when he realises he doesn't know where he's going
Diomedes, having not noticed the kick now turns to Eoni afte being spoken to.
Yes, yes I am. I'm sure you are uncomfortably envious child.
The boy chuckles as he then suddenly transforms into a carbon copy of Diomedes, Not that envious.
He then looks to Germaine and transforms yet again, but this time into a white haired woman with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Her long unkempt hair flows down to her waist and she wears a corset with a long skirt that billows out behind her, the front runched up around a belt which appears to have many potions and vials tied to it. A dark yet mischievous aura surrounds her.
Don’t you worry your little head Germaine, we’ll be back in no time with this cleric’s new girlfriend.
Rollo turns to Germaine
any idea where we start to find this Coal?
Germaine sighs. Finally someone with a sensible question. Coal is in the Cog Carnival in High Wall Ward it’ll probably take you about half an hour from here. Take these Sharn Watch writs of enforcement, that’ll cover any force you may need to use in the city to uncover whatever crime Coal is reporting
Leowin looks around the group.
No offence intended Germaine, but I don't know any of these people. Why should I go anywhere with them? This dragon-looking fella doesn't look like he likes me much. Nor anyone else. And this kid... Isn't a kid.