Riphec Cheranon
12-07-2005, 01:38 AM
((The RP is open to all. I shant be playing any set character, but rather will be adopting the Storyteller role for this thread. Join in when you wish- unless this becomes so large that it is difficult for everyone to keep track of all of the characters, assume that you can enter without caveats.))
LOCALE- Gywnned, Northern Ergoth (after the War of Souls)
The pages that Endelai paid so much to produce were now hanging all about the town. It had taken many paid man-hours to flyer the metropolitan city, but now that each worker had returned with hands empty to the half-elf employer, Endelai found he could breathe a little easier. As he sent each of the homeless citizens away with a handful of steel, easily more than enough to pay for lodging and food for a few weeks (though, truth be told, the steel would most likely line the pockets of the various brothel-keepers and bartenders across the city), Endelai returned back to his current place of residence, the Blackhawk's Nest.
While the tavern wasn't quite the cleanest he had ever seen, Endelai took comfort in the fact that the wine was high quality and that people generally minded their own business. Sure, Endelai had himself witnessed several deals of a more...questionable...nature, he, like the other patrons of the establishment, kept his mouth shut. The half elf found that it was oft easier just to watch and then forget anything he saw in the common room...or, better yet, not even watch.
Settling in at the table he had described in his flyer, Endelai ordered himself a bowl of the eel stew, along with a glass of fine mead. Allowing himself to relax a moment, his posture became less rigid and seemed to slip down the chair a bit as he sipped from the wooden goblet that held his honey-derived alcohol. While the night was still young, he hoped that some brave, or at least curious, souls would come in, searching for a little adventure...and the possibility of a lot more steel.
Thanking the gods that he was such a shrewd merchant, Endelai pondered for just a moment how much of his profits he would have to liquidate for his current obsession. He failed to put a price for the services demanded on the flyer, but that was all the better. If Endelai was good at anything, it was negotiation.
Taking a look at a spare copy of his informative poster, Endelai wondered what sort of person it would attract. It being so verbose, he hoped that the interested party would be at least intelligent- the purpose of his loquaciousness was to cull those without even the capability to read right from the start. Endelai smiled, pleased with his tactical prowess, even at this early stage of the game. He admired his handiwork once again-
To Whom it May Concern-
An item of great personal value seems to have gone missing from my storehouse. Parties interested in providing aid in the re-procurement of this missing personal heirloom need only inquire for Endelai, whom will be staying at the Blackhawk's Nest. Look for him at the third table from the fireplace on the left hand side of the common area, between Last Watch and the Restful Hour, this Luindai through Manthus. A sizeable award will be offered to those involved in the tracking and reacquisition of said item.
Endelai's stew arrived just as he put the flyer down on the shoddy wooden table. He started in on the dish, keeping his eye on the door of the tavern, and his hopes relatively high. He was certain someone would be interested...or at least prayed someone would. How horribly base it would be if he had to get his hands dirty himself. It seemed that steel was a pretentious man's best friend...
LOCALE- Gywnned, Northern Ergoth (after the War of Souls)
The pages that Endelai paid so much to produce were now hanging all about the town. It had taken many paid man-hours to flyer the metropolitan city, but now that each worker had returned with hands empty to the half-elf employer, Endelai found he could breathe a little easier. As he sent each of the homeless citizens away with a handful of steel, easily more than enough to pay for lodging and food for a few weeks (though, truth be told, the steel would most likely line the pockets of the various brothel-keepers and bartenders across the city), Endelai returned back to his current place of residence, the Blackhawk's Nest.
While the tavern wasn't quite the cleanest he had ever seen, Endelai took comfort in the fact that the wine was high quality and that people generally minded their own business. Sure, Endelai had himself witnessed several deals of a more...questionable...nature, he, like the other patrons of the establishment, kept his mouth shut. The half elf found that it was oft easier just to watch and then forget anything he saw in the common room...or, better yet, not even watch.
Settling in at the table he had described in his flyer, Endelai ordered himself a bowl of the eel stew, along with a glass of fine mead. Allowing himself to relax a moment, his posture became less rigid and seemed to slip down the chair a bit as he sipped from the wooden goblet that held his honey-derived alcohol. While the night was still young, he hoped that some brave, or at least curious, souls would come in, searching for a little adventure...and the possibility of a lot more steel.
Thanking the gods that he was such a shrewd merchant, Endelai pondered for just a moment how much of his profits he would have to liquidate for his current obsession. He failed to put a price for the services demanded on the flyer, but that was all the better. If Endelai was good at anything, it was negotiation.
Taking a look at a spare copy of his informative poster, Endelai wondered what sort of person it would attract. It being so verbose, he hoped that the interested party would be at least intelligent- the purpose of his loquaciousness was to cull those without even the capability to read right from the start. Endelai smiled, pleased with his tactical prowess, even at this early stage of the game. He admired his handiwork once again-
To Whom it May Concern-
An item of great personal value seems to have gone missing from my storehouse. Parties interested in providing aid in the re-procurement of this missing personal heirloom need only inquire for Endelai, whom will be staying at the Blackhawk's Nest. Look for him at the third table from the fireplace on the left hand side of the common area, between Last Watch and the Restful Hour, this Luindai through Manthus. A sizeable award will be offered to those involved in the tracking and reacquisition of said item.
Endelai's stew arrived just as he put the flyer down on the shoddy wooden table. He started in on the dish, keeping his eye on the door of the tavern, and his hopes relatively high. He was certain someone would be interested...or at least prayed someone would. How horribly base it would be if he had to get his hands dirty himself. It seemed that steel was a pretentious man's best friend...