Agents of the Ten Guilds

[MIB]

Kingdom Turn 27
Year 3 May (Year 4712)

Upkeep phase:
- Kingdom remains stable.

Edict phase:
- Built a farm in the Alchemist Shop Hex.
- Built a tavern in the main city (much to the delight of Warden Crow who was a Cayden Cailean worshipper and naturally loved booze).

Income phase:
- Average Income.

Event:
A Bittersweet Lesson in Manners: Bitting off more than one could chew
“You gotta be really careful what you bite off. Don't bite off more than you can chew. It's a dangerous world.” - Ozzy Osbourne

Taking an opportunity to explore the undiscovered southen end of the Guildor’s borders, Lucilia, Thunderquill, Erd, Tuskgutter, Crow and Aley went headhunting for the rumored troll sighting.

After having to muck through a swamp, the party discovered a creepy tribal house with worn out fences that had weird fetishes of vodoo dolls on pointy sticks surrounding it. It looked like a typical place where an evil witch would reside.

Creepy house is creepy

Erd kindly suggested to the party that they should be respectful to other people’s property even if it is creepy. Erd walked up to the entrance of the fence and found the doorbell worn out through years of wear and tear.

Erd: “Hang on guys, let me fix this doorbell. We should not go around destroying things unless we know for certain that it is for the good of our kingdom.”
Crow: “Come on what’s the use fixing something that no one even bothers to use? I’m going in, I smell something strange in the air.”
Erd: “Woah, you cannot simply just waltz in there! That is really rude! What if someone lives here?”
Crow: “I smell trouble and I’m going to deal with it!”
Erd: “Crow sto...”
Crow suddenly barges through the front entrance.
Erd: “Dammit listen to me!”
Crow continues further in despite Erd’s protests...

Now standing in frontyard, Crow came face to face with a Scarecrow. Unfazed by such a thing, Crow simply walked further in. Suddenly... the Scarecrow came to life!

A fight between of the Crows!

Instinctively, Crow engaged the Scarecrow without fear as the rest of the party jumped into the fray. Quickly identifying that the Scarecrow was vulnerable to fire, Aley unleashed a Fire Wall spell to burn the Scarecrow as Crow quickly tore it apart with his dragon claws.

Unfortunately for the party, what appeared later when the 7 rounds of Fire Wall ended were 2 large Gingerbread Golems and a swarm of minuscule Gingerbread Golems! Surprised by their appearance Lucilia was caught off guard and engulfed in sticky liquid gingerbread that quickly began to harden! Worse still, she begin to suffocate as she could not breathe through the encasing as Thunderquill tried in vain to free its master.

Lucilia ends up in a sticky situation...

Crow quicky reacted upon sighting the Gingerbread Golems and unleashed his fire breath upon the weird constructs... only to discover that not only were they immune to fire, but apparently they became tougher as a result!

Gingerbread Golems... they are really tough cookies!

Aley soon realised that these Gingerbread Golems were immune to magic, ‘healed’ by fire damage and slowed by cold damage. Out of desperation, he unleashed a devastating bolt of cold that struck the Gingerbread Golems and the house behind them. Unfortunately, this continued the series of unfortunate events...

Coming out of the house was a fuming mad old woman that unleashed a Black Tentacles spell upon Aley and poor Erd who just so happened to be too close. Unsurprisingly, the two of them were easily caught by the numerous tentacles as they struggled in vain to break free but to no avail.

Madame Beldame and how she felt at that moment...

Old Woman: “YOU BLOODY TRESSPASSERS DESTROYED MY HOUSE! HOW DARE YOU DESTROY WHAT I WORKED SO HARD TO CREATE! I WAS GOING TO YELL AT YOU DANG KIDS TO GET THE HELL OUTTA MY LAWN BUT NOW I’M GOING TO KILL YOU ALL FOR DESTROYING MY PROPERTY!”

Finally breaking free from her encasing, Lucilia took this opportunity to Detect Evil upon the old woman and was shocked to learn that she was NOT evil! Remorseful for what she and her party had done, Lucilia ordered her party members to immediately stand down and reconcile with the old woman for the damage they have done.

Lucilia: “GUYS! CEASEFIRE! SHE IS NOT EVIL! LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS! WE HAVE COMMITTED A TERRIBLE MISTAKE! MADAM I AM SORRY FOR WHAT WE HAVE DONE!”
Crow: “OH MAN! I HAD NO IDEA WHAT AN IDIOT I HAD BEEN! I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE MADAM!
Erd: “WE ARE TERRIBLY SORRY FOR EVERYTHING WE HAVE DONE! I TRIED TO TELL THESE MORONS TO KNOCK ON THE DOOR OR RING THE BELL FIRST! PLEASE FORGIVE US!”

Soon, the Gingerbread Golems encased the unresisting party up to their necks as the old woman confiscated their equipment and items. The helpless party was then brought forth to the old woman as the Gingerbread Golems surrounded them to ensure that they could not escape...

A bad case when the party is encased just like how Wonder Woman is featured...

Old Woman: “I CAN SEE YOU ALL BELONG TO THAT MEDDLING MURDERHOBOING TOMB ROBBING PATHFINDER SOCIETY! YOU ALL BETTER GIMME A DAMN GOOD REASON WHY I, MADAME BELDAME, SHOULD NOT KILL YOU ALL RIGHT NOW!”
Aley: “We were just out hunting trolls!”
Crow, Erd & Lucilia: “AHHHHH! NOOO! ALEY!”
Madame Beldame: “WHAT!? DO I LOOK LIKE A TROLL TO YOU!”
Boiling with anger, she ordered her Gingerbread Golems to start encasing them fully as the golems closed in on them!
Erd: “Madame Beldame please ignore his words! He is not thinking straight!”
Crow: “I’m really sorry for what I’ve done Madame Beldame! Please take me instead! I’m the foolish one that started all this!”
Lucilia: “I am also to blame for jumping to conclusions and attack your properies unprovoked. Please spare my foolish companions and take me instead. Vengenace is all yours to take on upon me for the sins I have committed today!”
Fortunately, the party manages to calm down Madame Beldame with a natural 20 roll check on diplomacy.
Madame Beldame: “Hmph! At least you are all sorry for what you have done. I want my house repaired and my garden tidied! I’ll be keeping two of you encased so that those I choose to release shall not misbehave under my watchful eyes!”

Taking Aley and Crow hostage, Beldame released Lucilia and Erd as they immediately set off to fix up what they had broken.

Work It Harder, Make It Better, Do It Faster, Makes Us stronger, More Than Ever Hour After, Our Work Is Never Over

Soon, the house was patched up nicely by Lucilia who made good engineering checks and Erd had nicely tidied up Beldame’s garden like a natural, being the Druid he is.

Madame Beldame: “At least almost everything now looks as good as new, or I dare say even better than before! But I will be compensated for my Scarecrow! I expect payment within the next month!”
Erd: “Of course Madame Beldame, we will not forget about it.”
Madame Beldame: “Hmmm... nice gardening skills, you can personally come back anytime Druid.”
Madame Beldame then set her eyes upon Crow, something about the Assimar attracted her attention... eye candy perhaps?
Madame Beldame: “And you Assimar, I like your looks! You can come back anytime too!”
Crow: “Woah! Really? I thank you for your hospitality and compilment!”

Satisfied with the party’s work, Beldame released the two hostages and gave the party a quest to find as many black rattle caps for her, offering 100gp for each. The party accepted the request and reclaimed their equipment before heading back to Guildor. They had a debt to pay to Beldame and it was going to be cost them...


Epilogue
While travelling back to Guildor.
Erd: “Guys, next time listen to my advice, I’m not your Councilor for nothing! We shouldn’t go murderhoboing and destroying stuff! I hope you all remember what went down today, it’s a hard and expensive lesson!”
Lucilia: (Facepalming) “How embarassing that was...”
Erd: “Remember, this is NOT PFS!”
Aley: (Remains silent) “...”
Crow: “At least she likes me... !”

[MIB]

I hope all of you readers have enjoyed the stories I have posted up. They were all based of the actual gameplay and story of a Homebrew Pathfinder Kingmaker Adventure Path, albeit it is slightly exaggerated... but not by much.

I regret to inform all that I have to move on in life and will no longer be able to write up such great stories anymore.

I leave with a heavy heart but the stories shall forever stay as epic tales till the end of time!

Before I go, here is a wonderful picture of how Serenade Laeran Avelyn looks like...

Ain't she a beauty?

[emaximusax]

The Secret Report of Aria

Spending several days of boredom within a place known as Guildor Castle, I did. Watching Thargrosh drinking to his drunk god, Aely crafting his replacement headband and Erd lamenting of the murderous intent of friends, was all I could do. Leaving the castle was not an option for me, as bounded I was. A bit of good news finally came when Aely declared he had finished his task and what I believe was called "the council" had decided to help the old sorceress, Beldame in collecting her mushrooms, in a bid to appease her. Thargrosh, Erd and Aely was volunteered to complete the task and off we went, towards the disgusting poisonous marshland when the Black Rattlecaps grew. Why can't these things grow in a land filled with waterfalls, stars and rainbows, but complain I will not. Anywhere is better than getting stuck in a stone forest where the people are so ungrateful. While we spend time helping these people, they turn against us for the slightest of reason, but I digress. (Refer to Grigori Incident)

Left me with awe, the sight to the home of the rattlecap mushroom. Visible poisonous gas filled the land, surrounding great mushrooms that would have fed me for days. It was a pity to destroy this wonder, but stop them I did not, for I knew everyone would take care to harvest only what was neccessary, leaving the others to grow... and for me to return here one day to view this wonderful sight again.

Fail my expection, the boring trio did not... Why boring? Traveling at great speed they did, not listening to my wondrous songs of travel or to take the wonderful sight of nature, but I digress. I watch Erd, Thargrosh and Aely for several hours, carefully harvesting only the ripe one, giving nature much chance for the rattlecaps to regrow in time to come. I was impressed with them I must say, for properly prepared they did. Spells to delay poison to blow away the poisonous fumes, they had used... Though I am not too impress when I had to point out the obviously ripe ones every now and then. What would they do without me.

They travel back to the sorceress delicious looking house and a more leisurely pace, with Tusk Gutter carrying the 16 pods they had collected, while listening to my songs and watching me dance. A wonderful time, I must declare, but good things, must end. Old Beldame's house was finally at sight. It seemed that the bell was still rusted and unable to ring it, the trio refuse to enter. Something unseemly, I did. I facepalmed, but it was lucky no one saw me do it. There are so many spells or items they could use to mend it, but did they prepare it, no... they did not. Called upon to help, they finally did, but it was pointless. Either the sound of my instrument did not reach the old woman or the old woman only respond to the sound of the bell... The latter, I believe was the case. Something good came out of this forseeable circumstance. Sleep and rest in the open skies was the only option for the trio, and for this, complain I will not.

The beautiful moon rose and fell, the sun rose again. A wild cock crowed, awakening the trio. They returned to the gingerbread hut and my wizard cast a spell that remove all the rust from the bell. The bell rang, and now I am sure it was the latter. My instrument was as loud, if not louder than the bell, but again, I digress. Beldame appeared and did not look pleased at all, but she welcome everyone in after looking at the giant boar. Doubtful she has a sudden love for the boar, if I must guess, she was pleased to see all the black rattlecaps. Funny was the scene before their welcoming entrance into the hut, describe them I will.

Beldame: "Why are you here? Come for breakfast?"
Erd: "I have came with what you have requested"
Beldame: "Well well well! Come in for breakfast as we discuss more."

Beldame opened the door and turned back to see Erd and Thargrosh walking forward. Aely looked protective of his new headband and did not seem to have any wish to enter the house of his previous captor. She looked at two large and many small gingerbread golems and grinned. Aely looked at those golems as well and quickly followed the pair in.

Inside the hut, Erd and Thargrosh did some small talk while Aely silently poke at his gingerbread man believing it will come alive anytime soon. Thargrosh complimented on the old woman cooking and showed interest in the gingerbread man, and Beldame showed interest in the bloodrager's bicep and maybe a little more. After breakfast, the trio and the witch had totally forgotten to feed me, which was like, such a common thing, they began negotiating the price of the Black Rattlecap. Obvious ignorance was so obvious.

Beldame: "Hmmm... I don't know how much it will cost, what do you think?"
Erd: "From my walks around Guildor, I know that such quality Rattlecaps would be worth at least 150gp each, but as a sign of good will, we will offer everything at a round figure of 1000gc and help you carry everything to where you keep these black rattlecaps"
Beldame: "Such a helpful young man. It is a deal."

After they helped to bring the 16 pods to her preparation room, Thargrosh continued to compliment her and finally welcome her to the Kingdom of Guildor, not that there is a real king there.

Beldame: "I am usually not wanted in a place filled with so many people and what makes you think I could help them in any way, or they would help me? But then again, if you really need my help and I can only help you out in the kingdom, we could discuss again. I could give you some help though, by providing a little knowledge that I have in this area."

She was mainly grinning at Thargrosh, I had noticed, but if Thargrosh did not run out of the house, it is fun, I think.

Information Received for Beldame:
- She confirmed a mad hermit live to the west of her place (the hermit's description fits that of the brother of Alchemist Bokken.)
- Several Will'O'Wisps live around the area of Candlemere where a Tower stands
- A lizardfolk village live further west of the mad man
- We have already discovered other information and verified them by exploration

The Quest to enter the Good Grace of Beldame has completed, although I think it might go further if they stayed a little longer. Have insisted, I would had... But for me to do such thing, I will not... for the love life of anyone else is not my bother... I would be fun to see though!

The brave trio headed off to find Mad Hermit, the quest to seek Bokken Brother has began! This would be a great section for my saga. It is a saga of great wonders, of a gingerbread man, a witch, a puss-in-boot, a walking tree wizard, a half elf phew-phew-phew, an abducted princess, a Kalistran Whipper... Nevermind. You should not let me digress so much, or complete this story, I will never.

The Quest to Seek Bokken Brother started on a great day. Belly filled with gingerbread and tea, well the trio's bellies did for I have not, they head towards the great oak tree. A beautiful tree, I must say it is, and worried I was at the sight of the smoke. Watching carefully, the smoke resemble smoke from a chimney or a campfire and relaxed I did. The tree was not on fire, and glad I am. It would be a pity for such an old great oak to be destroyed for any reason. Wild beauty should be kept! Anyway, back to the Quest.

The trio and the useful Tuskgutter head in, watching out for any signs of hostile creatures. When they finally spotted the smoke, they headed forward, bearing in mind their last teachings... They head over with a brave heart and a peaceful intent. They had not seek out the advice of the storyteller, me, for warn them about such foolishness, I would have. One should enter a fenced house with peaceful intent, one should always prepare to defend oneself when seeking out a hermit home, especially one declared to be mad by many a people. How right I was, for within sight of the hermit's hut, we were ambushed!

A hermit who looked like Bokken rolled down from the tree and stabbed hard at the surprised Thargrosh and two Dire Lions followed into the fray and one jumped on Thargrosh, grabbing him while the other pounced and quickly knocking Erd down. Seeing the bloodrager is still alive, he mutters loudly about a voice telling him to kill everyone here and his damnable brother and his mother that no longer loved him, while stabbing at the Bloodrager again. The muttering had irritated the Aasimar, or maybe it was just in his nature as he roared and raged while striking at his grabbed with his claws and teeth. One of the claws must have hit a spot that should not be struck during an honorable fight and instantly killed the Dire Lion. The remaining Dire Lion saw his companion being killed charged forward to attack the Bloodrager. In the meantime, Tuskgutter seeing his master knocked down recovered from his surprised, stepped forward, ironically nearly stepping on the unconscious body of his Oread Master and attacked the offender while Aely prepared and shot out a bolt of lightning bolt at the same creature. Seeing the chance, I quickly flew towards the fallen Erd while the boar and the lion about to be engaged (in battle) and cast a spell of cure on him.

The situation was quite dire (no pun intended... or maybe I did), with the dire lion and the hermit still alive while two of the heroes were seriously injured. Seeing their friend's is near his death, Erd did something extremely heroic and instead of standing up to run, he cast a spell on his companion boar to strength its power and the empowered boar quickly killed the remaining lion. Maybe it was the sight of such heroism, or maybe it was the raging anger from the stupid sorceress who had stolen his headband and wishing retribution on something, or maybe it was an act of true heroic, or maybe its just maybelline, the Wizard cast a bright Lightning Ball zapped out of his fingers and exploded near the hermit, instantly knocking the hermit unconscious. On my approval, the wizard also summoned 2 of my brethen to heal the wounds of the bloodrager, before he succumbed to death. It would be a funny sight, to see one relaxing his guard (and rage) at the end of a dangerous situation then just die.

Erd stopped the bleeding of the hermit and as usual, they stripped everything they could find. Such action, I will approve, for spoils is for the victors, especially victors who were placed into dire (again, not a pun) situation by their enemy. Amongst the found items, a painting of a woman who looked like Bokken and Bokken Brother and a cheap looking locket, was what I found interesting. The others were well, 'meh'. Good to have, they were, but nothing special, wonderful or with any meaning.

The hermit awoken, all bounded and stripped off all weapons, they discovered that he was truly insane. True to the teachings of our goddess, Aely declared they should bring the hermit back to attempt to find a phyician or Eric to heal him. One should not leave such dangerous man free. It will be bad for travelers, I could foresee. Such a man almost take us down, what say about common travelers, who were known to be defeated by mere cats. (See the fight between a Commoner 1 and Normal Dog CR1/3). At the worst case, it is only right inform Bokken, but that should be decided by the council. Beyond my control, such matters are.

Year 6172... Found in a Excerpt from a Diary

Gingerbread is good to eat and fight. I think she like me.
Attacked by a mad man and two pussy cats. It was a nice fight, almost killing me.
It is not anyone fault if I die, for I prepare to die everyday.
I just hope Cayden will bring me to his table at the very end.
I survived and killed one cat.
It was truly a good day... and yes, I think I should go find her.

[vanlaser]

Blade Farstrider:

Character Sheet: drive.google.com/file/d/0B4YH9vmRd83-UUF3Y1BIOGFLYVU/view?usp=sharing

Ability Sheet: drive.google.com/file/d/0B4YH9vmRd83-d0hZTk94U2FuTHM/view?usp=sharing



A helping hand



"What do you think you're doing?" the old man snarled, holding the boy's arm with a strength that belied his advanced age. The boy squirmed and squealed in his grip, but there was no hope of escape.



"Nothing, sir! It is a misunderstanding, that's all!" the boy cried, his voice thick with panic. "Please!".



"A misunderstanding? What part of you trying to pick my pocket can possibly be a misunderstanding? Tell me! "



The boy squirmed some more. "No! I wasn't... I...". The boy trailed off. No amount of lying could save him now. He was caught red handed. In the busy market place, onlookers were gathering, shaking their heads in disapproval.



"That halfling street rat was trying to steal from this fellow! Clear as day!" a gnarly looking bystander shouted. "Call the guards!".



"Call the guards!" a woman echoed. The cry was promptly taken up by the surrounding crowd. "Call the guards!". "Take him to the guards!".



The boy looked up, resignated. He was caught and would soon enough face the consequences. If nothing else, these people would see to that. It wasn't fair. It hadn't been his choice to live on the pitiless streets of Ravnica, begging and stealing, surviving on the scraps of society. He had been abandoned there, left behind, never to know his parents or a friend who wouldn't sell you out for the promise of some copper coins or a warm loaf of bread. He felt tears well up in his eyes. "Please!" he pleaded, but his voice was drowned in the chorus of the crowd. "Call the guards!". "Take him to the guards!".



"I'm terribly sorry!" a piercing voice exclaimed. The crowd hushed in confusion. The boy looked around to find the owner of the intruding voice snake his way through to the middle of the scene. The man had well groomed black hair, noble features and a black coat worked with silver and gold threads. He dusted of his cloak, composing himself in front of the old man and continued in a polite and professional manner. "Excuse my meddling, but I have a special interest in that boy and would like to lay claim on him."



The old man stared at him in angry puzzlement. "Who do you think..." He began, but broke off suddenly. His gaze flickered between the younger man's face and chest. He sputtered "I... I..."



The younger man held up his right hand and smiled graciously. "No need to be flustered. I appreciate your predicament and promise to offer an appropriate compensation. I am sure we can reach an understanding."



He rummaged in his inner coat pocket and produced a leather sack the size of a first, filled to bursting. He bounced it once. It rang with the heavy metallic clink of gold. “I hope you'll find my offer agreeable. In return, I ask you to retract your accusations towards this young boy and allow me to take him under my custody.”



The old man looked utterly dumbfounded, his gaze locked on the sack of gold, his jaw slack. He gave a distracted hint of a nod. The young man approached. He lowered himself to one knee, assuming an eye level with the boy. He smiled sympathetically and spoke in a gentle voice “I know it has been hard for you. Once this business is concluded, I will see that you won't have to suffer like this ever again. Good?”



The boy sniffed - and nodded once. The young man offered him a hand and he took it. Slowly, the young man righted himself back up again and continued in his previous manner addressing his older counterpart. “I believe you can let go off him now.”



The old man hesitated for a second, then obliged. With a grateful smile, the young man handed over the sack of gold, shook hands, and turned to the boy. “We can go now. Leave this place behind. What do you say?”



The boy looked up at him with big eyes. He nodded.



To be continued...




Background summary:

Blade used to be an orphan, abandoned on the streets of Ravnica, where he took to begging, scrapping and stealing in order to ensure his survival. At seven years of age, he was finally caught pickpocketing and would have faced punishment if it hadn't been for a kindly young man who offered gold in exchange for Blade’s freedom. After persuading Blade to start a new life under his tutelage, he revealed himself to be Settovan Solehart, a high ranking member of the Orzhov Syndicate. As it turned out, Settovan had many duties within the guild, one important part of which was espionage and intelligence. As such, he had his own network of little spies and thieves, which he staffed with promising individuals from the orphan population of Ravnica’s streets.



Blade was one such addition to his network. Soon after Settovan began mentoring Blade in the art of infiltration and thievery, he realised Blade’s latent talent and focused his attention on grooming Blade into his successor in the guild. He instilled Blade with the skill and knowledge to adopt the role of an independent spy master and sent him to far away places on a regular basis, where Blade took charge of various spy cells and infiltration units. He also began introducing Blade to the delicate world of diplomacy and court intrigue.



During Blade’s training, he and Settovan developed a fond relationship that went beyond that of mentor and student. In fact, over the years Blade began seeing Settovan as a father he never had, who not only rescued him from a short life of profound misery, but who also worked hard and selflessly to ensure Blade’s future.



One day, Blade was assigned a crucial mission: infiltrating the manor of a politically powerful family. Despite his proficiency, Blade was caught and forced to make a hasty escape. At first it seemed that he made a clean escape, but through mysterious circumstances officials were able to link this incident back to the Orzhov Syndicate. Despite Blade’s vehement protests, Settovan decided to take responsibility and step down from his position. Shouldering all the blame and disgrace, Settovan left the guild to protect its standing and reputation. A few days later, he went missing without a trace. And despite Blade’s rigorous efforts to locate his former mentor, any sign of his whereabouts remained shrouded in darkness.



A few years later, Blade was appointed Settovan’s successor. However, unable to live with the knowledge of his guilt, Blade volunteered to a special mission to leave Ravnica and explore a brand new world in service of the guild.



Character:
Ever since Blade left behind his life on the streets to live under the tutelage of Settovan Solehart, he has been groomed and drilled to excel as a spy master. As such, his inherently large curiousity has grown even further. But he has also learned to remain calm, cautious and calculated at all times, which has been a life saver in many a situation.



In order to protect his identity and line of work, Blade has developed two sides to his person. On social interactions, he typically assumes an amiable and docile facade, easy going and cheerful. Often he doesn't appear to pose any threat to anyone, and likes to be overly boastful and entertain his audience with legendary tales and deeds. In fact, given the enjoyment that he feels adopting this role, it might even be the case that this is his true self shining through, after all. But underneath the peaceful surface, Blade hides dark secrets. Ever vigilant and mindful of his task, Blade memorises every detail of every encounter that could be used to his advantage. At night, protected from prying eyes, Blade has no qualm donning his second face and engaging in the wet work that makes a spy truly a spy. In fact, he revels in the excitement and change of pace that comes with a perfectly clean break in, a clever sabotage and the very occasional dispatch job.



Blade takes great joy in subtle manipulation, be it through beguiling diplomacy or a well placed deception. He recognises the might of the pen, the power of forgeries and the allure of scandalous rumors, often times to the unfortunate detriment of his adversaries. His propensity towards elegance also manifests itself in his style of combat, bounding about, ever elusive, until he wears down his opponent or places his final blow.

[emaximusax]

Story so far...

With the lost of the Baroness and the 2nd official Spymaster, morale was surprising good in the castle... Maybe not so... Thargrosh was drinking and offering the castle's mead like there was no tomorrow...

The news of the recent two lost agents somehow reached Susan and she had decided new reinforcement was needed for the agents to work to their full capacity. A Blade Farstrider, a rogue by training, was recruited and sent to Guildor.


Hall, Guildor Castle

The morning went through normally. Thargrosh was in his room studying hard, maybe. The newly elected leader of Guildor was no where to be seen, most likely training. The councilor, Erd was busy with kingdom stuff, as usual. Aely was keeping the records of the on-goings of the kingdom up to date. Eric... No one knows what the cleric usually do...

Blade Farstrider appeared in the castle's hall during lunch hour and announced his himself. After verifying his credential, the Oread, the Slyph and the Dwarf welcomed the newcomer with grape juice, much to Blade's surprise. He had expected cheap quality ale at the very least... Unfortunately, things simply do not have time to ferment to even produce those. After a quick briefing of what is going on around and the councilor interviewing Blade and reviewing his equipment, Aely was sent to his room (to craft items) and Eric was volunteered to bring Blade around the castle.


Spymaster Room, Guildor Castle

As everyone agreed Blade would make a good spy master, Eric had brought him to his future office. There was a lot of pending work and two quarreling creatures. The mite and the kobold had volunteered to fill the void of the spymaster, although it was never official. After several moments of confusing, Blade and Eric was able to bluff the pair away, informing them that they were shortchanged into having a small room for two people. They believed it and went in search for a room, each, for themselves.

One doubt the two knew what they were really suppose to do, but Blade will eventually knows, especially if he find the time to review all the pending work.


The Grand Rescue

Chapter 1 - The Dream

[secane]

Signets Updated.

There are some changes to a couple of guilds. Each Guild should have 5 enchantment now. Spells and enchantments have been selected to be more generalized and avoid any specific play style.

PM me if any changes is need.