DUngeon Dleving, Part 1 - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
27/8/478
Log
Anyone who accepts this job are given their contract and told to meet the Pathfinder's Society's liaison in Braevales. So whether by land, sea, or sky, the sellswords who took this job would all end up reaching Braevles. The trading port city on the west side of Cliffside is as cold as ever with the harsh winds descending from its mountains blue down on its hardy folk. The adventurers will group up on the city's gates where a small caravan awaits them. Greeting the beings as they arrive is a great bustard in an immaculate dress with a heavy coat above it. The being holds a no-nonsense expression on his face as he checks a book in his hand while the being file in.
Zuri arrived in Braevales by air, of course, the small amphiban having quite the affinity for air travel these days. After finding the correct place and spotting his contact, he moves up towards the bustard being, smiling and waving at him as excitedly as only a salamander can be. "Hello sir! Zuri Pondleaf reporting for duty!" He peers around at the rest of the group as they gather around.
Kyth took a ship to Braevles, and having heard the weather tended to be cold in the Cliffside this time of year, a thick woolen clock of patchwork white blue and browns has been thrown over her other attire, and likewise as if in reflection of her inner chill, the normally black-furred otter is pure white, both ears tucked tightly against her head. Her tail is even curled up underneath the wool material as she plods along to meet the caravan at the gates, the contract with the details written out on it grasped in her left paw. There's a slight chatter to her sharp teeth as she approaches in time to hear Zuri's name, giving the Salamander a look over and then speaking up, "Kyth Risahlia here as well."
Fenris arrives, sauntering out of the city gates. The tiger is back in his old leather coat, but sans his customary fluffy fur. The burns that marred his skin seem to be mostly healed, though the scars remain and his ruddy skin has not chosen to sprout new fur yet. Otherwise, he seems to be in good health and high spirits. He smiles at Zuri's enthusiasm and gives the Bustard a nod in greeting.
Natska arrives on site, looking around at the rest of the assembling adventures. She gives Fenris a concerned frown, following close behind the tiger as she looks for the right Being to report to.
Dressed in a substantial cloak, and looking quite at home in the cold weather, the lynx passes out of the city gates, moving to join the assembled group. He'd been in Braevales for the past few days on business, and was glad that this lucrative contract popped up when it did. Recognising the bustard as a member of the society who had hired them, Reginald offers up a greeting nod, before taking a place at the back of the group, adding, "When do we head out?"
Cassidy shuffles alongside Natska, adjusting her tall hat and giving her wife's shoulder a squeeze. "Well, you wanted a chance to see ths place, yeah? Looks like now will be your chance! And you didn't miss too much last time, as I recall."
The bustard nods his head at the assembled beings before looking at Reginald and Zuri, "Mister Zuri and Mister Reginald, your contribution to this expedition will be noted in books." the bustard says in a serious, calm voice before looking back at the rest of the group, "Please, your name and surname." he says, noting down Kyth's name before he coughs and begins his tirade, "Thank you for accepting a job for the Pathfinder's Society. Client, Ridgewell Aeneanas. Payment, six hundred crowns per being. Job description, you are all hired to secure an underground section of an ancients city, eliminating all threats, and reporting what you find. Nothing else." the bustard then looks down on his book, "You will be expected to face various underground lifeforms that might have infested the city in its long period of abandonment. The society will be responsible for any major injuries that you receive. However, we are not responsible for any action you do that might result in annoyances to the client." the being then nods his head and begins again, "The client have noted that I should inform you of those three things. First and foremost, the client have insisted that not even a single pebble will be taken from this ruins without his direct knowledge. Second, the client warns of the excessive use of mathemagic or force, as some of the objects underground are flammable, and also easily breakable. And finally, the client warns of touching anything important looking as it appears some of those items are used as part of traps or punish any who touch them in many ways. Essentially be careful there are some active traps down there." the being finally closes his book and looks back at the assembled beings, "Any questions or are you all ready to go?"
Zuri smiles at the bustard, nodding at his words. He tries to play down his familiarity with the other being, content to be just one of the hired swords this time around. He grins. "Clear out the bad things, don't damage anything, don't touch anything that's obviously a trap, don't take anything that Mister Ridgewell would disapprove of, got it!" He turns to the rest of the group, tail whipping excitedly behind him. He gives a friendly nod to Reginald, and smiles -very- wide at Fenris. "This is gonna be fun!"
Kyth nods seriously as she listens, grasping the cloak a bit tighter around herself as she looks over the rest of the assembled group, "Right then, sounds easy enough, well the rules anyways, we'll see about these ruins." A little shiver runs from the tip of her snout down to her legs, a wriggle the back of her robes as her tail follows suite, "And we'll be enjoying your fine company as well good sir?" She asks of the Bustard.
Fenris raises a hand in greeting to the others he knows joining the group. "Understood," he says to their handler, "Mister Ridgewell has nothing to fear from me." Aside from that thing about not touching things that should not be touched. The tiger has some bad habits in that regard. He returns Zuri's smile with one of his own. "You bet it is!"
"Hmm... Minimal magic, huh." Cassidy shakes her head. "I'm ready to go," she says, reaching up to adjust her soulgems. "I'll try to keep any burning to a minimum, then." She checks her sword, making sure it is secure against her hip.
Natska quietly snickers. "Natska and Cassidy Solacious," she introduces the pair to their laison. "And if getting caught in a trap "annoys" Mister Ridgewell, then f damages will not be covered? " she asks. She gives her black half-jacket a little tug, and her tail, bearing a black ribbon tied in a bow, swishes back and forth.
Content that all the important details of their task had been covered, Reginald inclines his head to the bird, before moving off. Whilst returning Zuri's nod, with a smile on his face, the feline makes his way to the caravan with the aim of embarking, intent to get this contract underway.
