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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Zuri had been in Cliffside for the past few days, chasing up a few potential leads for new odd jobs to do in the city. From there to Braevales it was just a short hop by airship, which the Salamander had taken the previous day after seeing that particular job posting. After spending the night at a local Inn he heads towards the dockyards, small piece of paper in hand with directions to the meeting place.<br> <br>Cliffside. The one region Cedric definitely wouldn't go without a good disguise, lest he be recognized by someone from his past there. That could definitely get ugly. The badger had been taking it easy at the hot springs in the Firebourg Mountains when he'd heard the rumor of a job near his homeland, from eavesdropping on one of the other Freesword-aligned patrons of the hot spring. |
| + | So he'd gone to his rented room to prepare himself for a journey to Braevales, using the dedication math of the kitsune to change his form into that of an auburn and cream striped, all along the length of his thin body, ferret being of roughly the same height and shape as his regular form, with a little more mass taken from his bottom half to add to his torso. | ||
| + | 'Richard', as he previously named this persona, donned some simple creator clothing and gathered up his weapons and assorted gear to journey forth to his destination! Adventure awaits!<br> <br>Aruc jogs in the direction of the docks, a slight look of worry plastered on his face. The silver furred wolf carrys a crumpled paper in one hand and a large bag in the other. "I cant be late!" he mutters to himself "I cant afford to miss another job." as he hurries down the road.<br> <br>Sven has traveled along with 'Richard,' greatly enjoying his break from courtly duties as an ambassador to Firmament. Not that he warned anyone he was going traveling. Someone could have stopped him if he had. So he just slipped away quietly. Well, as quietly as Sven can do anything. Sometime since arriving in town, the burly puma has acquired some local clothing, greatly enjoying the cooler weather.<br> <br>Reginald always seems to find himself on the road, never in one place too long. His latest job taking him a country and a half away from Firmament seems almost natural to this wanderlust struck lynx, and making money off the disagreements between some Elders is something he has no problem with.<br> <br>And the adventurers arrive, whether by air ship, cart, or mule. It is the early afternoon, and today is sunny, in Braevales terms that means there are only two clouds blocking the sun which for once was not hidden by a mountain. | ||
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| + | The adventurers would now most likely follow the directions they were given uphill into the city, passing through the city center, and downhill again into the docks area until they reach a seedy looking sailors bar. On their way, those who have been in Cliffside before would notice that unlike the capital the citizens in this town look less worried about the troubles in the capital, almost as if it was on the bottom of their worry least, but that was not the adventurer's business. | ||
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| + | Entering the 'fine' establishment, any being asking would be pointed towards a graceful clan fox being sitting in a private booth, a luxury in this kind of tavern, sipping on some cheap wine and enjoying his fish stew. The fox being for the time being looks like to be ignoring anyone who joins him at his booth, as if waiting for a certain number.<br> <br>Zuri makes his way into the bar, peering around as he tries to find the contact for this job. He heads towards the bar counter where he orders up a stouty to get the afternoon started (best avoid asking for 'honey wine' in a place like this). He saunters back towards the main part of the bar, mug in hand, and slides over to the booth with the other being, offering the fox his signature bright smile before taking a sip of the ale and settling in to wait patiently.<br> <br>The kitsune-ferret, 'Richard' steps into the bar not long after, looking for the contact mentioned in the job. After a moment, however, he realizes that he seems to have lost track of Sven, and places his fingers to the bridge of his muzzle in slight annoyance. Where could the Puma have wandered off to this time? Hopefully he's just lagging a bit behind. Not-Cedric turns back around and exits the bar to go look for Sven...<br> <br>Aruc bumps into a ferret as he enters the bar, After offering a quick "Sorry" he continues on his way to the private booth in order to meet his perspective employer.<br> <br>Sven has been sampling the culture of Cliffside. Specifically its breweries. The burly puma is wearing a brand new kilt and full Brevaeles accessories and has stopped just a little down the road to sample the wares of a street merchant hawking distilled spirits. "Sven will have two bottles," he is saying, handing over a few coins as 'Richard' comes to drag him to the meeting place. He manages to down half a bottle before they arrive back at the inn. "What?" Sven asks, "Sven was only stop for drink!"<br> <br>Reginald makes his way into the establishment, swiftly moving to take a seat at the bar. He does his best to announce his presence as little as possible. When the bartender looks to take his order, the lynx politely declines, instead looking over his shoulder. The message said to seek out a fox at this address, and that is no doubt him in the booth, surrounded by a small crowd. At this realisation, he moves to join the group.<br> <br>When everyone takes their seat in the booth the fox cleans his mouth with a handkerchief and takes another sip from his wine before looking at the assembled beings, "Ah, greetings there." the fox says in a slightly deep voice that looks a bit strange on the small vulpine, "So you are the gentlemen who are here to offer their services? Good." The fox grins and sizes up the beings before he continues, "I think that you already know the job. My employer has lost a ship of his during one of its trips, a tragedy really. And he now requires someone to 'reacquire' it." The being licks his lips and turns more serious, "Obviously the rival has managed to dock in Braevales, and as far as the official concerned nothing is wrong. After all he did manage to add some renovations on the ship on his trip here, from changing the heraldry to adding a new mast, and the like." | ||
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| + | The vulpine sighs and takes another sip from his wine glass, "Job is simple really, and the payment is a whole grand to each one of you. No, not to share but each one of you gets a whole one thousand crowns." the fox says with a huge grin on his face, wanting to see reactions to the rather ridiculous amounts of crowns, "You only get the job details after you accept and sign here." The fox quickly takes up a piece of paper and sets it on the table with a quill and a small ink pot, "If you are not interested, then please do leave."<br> <br>Zuri blinks. "W-wait, one thousand -each-?" He says in a hushed voice, glancing around at the others incredulously. The small salamander's tail whips excitedly next to him. He takes a long swig of his stout, a dark beer of the like that's thick enough to count as a meal, as he considers the fox's words. He nods and reaches over, needing to ask no further questions before quite literally signing onto this adventure. He offers Sven a smile from across the table, recognizing the big guy but not saying anything for the time being. | ||
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Log
Zuri had been in Cliffside for the past few days, chasing up a few potential leads for new odd jobs to do in the city. From there to Braevales it was just a short hop by airship, which the Salamander had taken the previous day after seeing that particular job posting. After spending the night at a local Inn he heads towards the dockyards, small piece of paper in hand with directions to the meeting place.
Cliffside. The one region Cedric definitely wouldn't go without a good disguise, lest he be recognized by someone from his past there. That could definitely get ugly. The badger had been taking it easy at the hot springs in the Firebourg Mountains when he'd heard the rumor of a job near his homeland, from eavesdropping on one of the other Freesword-aligned patrons of the hot spring.
So he'd gone to his rented room to prepare himself for a journey to Braevales, using the dedication math of the kitsune to change his form into that of an auburn and cream striped, all along the length of his thin body, ferret being of roughly the same height and shape as his regular form, with a little more mass taken from his bottom half to add to his torso.
'Richard', as he previously named this persona, donned some simple creator clothing and gathered up his weapons and assorted gear to journey forth to his destination! Adventure awaits!
Aruc jogs in the direction of the docks, a slight look of worry plastered on his face. The silver furred wolf carrys a crumpled paper in one hand and a large bag in the other. "I cant be late!" he mutters to himself "I cant afford to miss another job." as he hurries down the road.
Sven has traveled along with 'Richard,' greatly enjoying his break from courtly duties as an ambassador to Firmament. Not that he warned anyone he was going traveling. Someone could have stopped him if he had. So he just slipped away quietly. Well, as quietly as Sven can do anything. Sometime since arriving in town, the burly puma has acquired some local clothing, greatly enjoying the cooler weather.
Reginald always seems to find himself on the road, never in one place too long. His latest job taking him a country and a half away from Firmament seems almost natural to this wanderlust struck lynx, and making money off the disagreements between some Elders is something he has no problem with.
And the adventurers arrive, whether by air ship, cart, or mule. It is the early afternoon, and today is sunny, in Braevales terms that means there are only two clouds blocking the sun which for once was not hidden by a mountain.
The adventurers would now most likely follow the directions they were given uphill into the city, passing through the city center, and downhill again into the docks area until they reach a seedy looking sailors bar. On their way, those who have been in Cliffside before would notice that unlike the capital the citizens in this town look less worried about the troubles in the capital, almost as if it was on the bottom of their worry least, but that was not the adventurer's business.
Entering the 'fine' establishment, any being asking would be pointed towards a graceful clan fox being sitting in a private booth, a luxury in this kind of tavern, sipping on some cheap wine and enjoying his fish stew. The fox being for the time being looks like to be ignoring anyone who joins him at his booth, as if waiting for a certain number.
Zuri makes his way into the bar, peering around as he tries to find the contact for this job. He heads towards the bar counter where he orders up a stouty to get the afternoon started (best avoid asking for 'honey wine' in a place like this). He saunters back towards the main part of the bar, mug in hand, and slides over to the booth with the other being, offering the fox his signature bright smile before taking a sip of the ale and settling in to wait patiently.
The kitsune-ferret, 'Richard' steps into the bar not long after, looking for the contact mentioned in the job. After a moment, however, he realizes that he seems to have lost track of Sven, and places his fingers to the bridge of his muzzle in slight annoyance. Where could the Puma have wandered off to this time? Hopefully he's just lagging a bit behind. Not-Cedric turns back around and exits the bar to go look for Sven...
Aruc bumps into a ferret as he enters the bar, After offering a quick "Sorry" he continues on his way to the private booth in order to meet his perspective employer.
Sven has been sampling the culture of Cliffside. Specifically its breweries. The burly puma is wearing a brand new kilt and full Brevaeles accessories and has stopped just a little down the road to sample the wares of a street merchant hawking distilled spirits. "Sven will have two bottles," he is saying, handing over a few coins as 'Richard' comes to drag him to the meeting place. He manages to down half a bottle before they arrive back at the inn. "What?" Sven asks, "Sven was only stop for drink!"
Reginald makes his way into the establishment, swiftly moving to take a seat at the bar. He does his best to announce his presence as little as possible. When the bartender looks to take his order, the lynx politely declines, instead looking over his shoulder. The message said to seek out a fox at this address, and that is no doubt him in the booth, surrounded by a small crowd. At this realisation, he moves to join the group.
When everyone takes their seat in the booth the fox cleans his mouth with a handkerchief and takes another sip from his wine before looking at the assembled beings, "Ah, greetings there." the fox says in a slightly deep voice that looks a bit strange on the small vulpine, "So you are the gentlemen who are here to offer their services? Good." The fox grins and sizes up the beings before he continues, "I think that you already know the job. My employer has lost a ship of his during one of its trips, a tragedy really. And he now requires someone to 'reacquire' it." The being licks his lips and turns more serious, "Obviously the rival has managed to dock in Braevales, and as far as the official concerned nothing is wrong. After all he did manage to add some renovations on the ship on his trip here, from changing the heraldry to adding a new mast, and the like."
The vulpine sighs and takes another sip from his wine glass, "Job is simple really, and the payment is a whole grand to each one of you. No, not to share but each one of you gets a whole one thousand crowns." the fox says with a huge grin on his face, wanting to see reactions to the rather ridiculous amounts of crowns, "You only get the job details after you accept and sign here." The fox quickly takes up a piece of paper and sets it on the table with a quill and a small ink pot, "If you are not interested, then please do leave."
Zuri blinks. "W-wait, one thousand -each-?" He says in a hushed voice, glancing around at the others incredulously. The small salamander's tail whips excitedly next to him. He takes a long swig of his stout, a dark beer of the like that's thick enough to count as a meal, as he considers the fox's words. He nods and reaches over, needing to ask no further questions before quite literally signing onto this adventure. He offers Sven a smile from across the table, recognizing the big guy but not saying anything for the time being.
