2E - So, You Want to be a Hero?

[comradechris]

Alright folks, after careful consideration of who can make it when/where, who signed up initially (and thus have greater say), so on and so forth, that to alleviate our logistical and administrative difficulties, we shall split the entire group into two smaller gaming groups, each run on different sessions / locations so that it will be more convenient for those involved.

The first group consisting of:
Richard
Simone
Daryl
Stephen
Will play:
AFTER Wayward Wanderers on Sunday at GG
For their gallant efforts in continuously pushing back the tide of evil without taking a break, I dub thee...
The Relentless
ATTENTION RELENTLESS: If you are ready, we can start THIS Sunday, 4th Aug 2013. If not, our first session will be on the 18th. To be further discussed via whatsapp.

The second group, consisting of:
Herman
Nicholas
Roderick
Will play:
On Fridays (as is currently arranged), after work, at a yet to be determined location
For not cowering in the face of great challenges, even with a smaller team, I dub thee...
The Indomitable
ATTENTION INDOMITABLE: This Friday I am busy with something. We can begin NEXT Friday, 9th Aug, or if you want, we can do it on 8th and 9th of Aug since its a long weekend. Or even the whole damn weekend. To be further discussed via whatsapp.

Thank you all for your attention.

[Stephen]

Hector Melandru, human 1st level thief (swindler) and worm ... and squire!

"Roll up, roll up! So, you want to be a hero eh? Well you 'ave the sword. You 'ave the tin plate. All you're missing is the location. What you need is one of these gen-u-ine treasure maps. Each of these finely detailed charts is guaranteed to lead to a trove of fabulous riches. And what am I asking for these tickets to untold fortune? Such a sure thing as these should easily be worth 1000gp I hear you say. Well I'm not asking half that; I'm not asking 300gp; I'm not even asking 100gp. Yes, you may garsp, and I'm robbing myself here, but not even 50gp. La-dies and gent-le-men, today only, and because you're such a discerning so-fist-icated awe-di-hence, I'm going to let these little babies go at the never-to-be-repeated rate of 30gp! You 'eard me right, just 30gp for these passports to fame and fortune. Come on la-dies and gent-le-men, there's a limited stock. First come, first served."
     A fuming grizzled dwarf pushed to the front of the crowd. "This is the git wot swindled us", he barked, stubbing a pudgy finger at Hector.
     "Now now master dwarf, all our maps come with a money-back guarantee, so if the trove you found didn't measure up…".
     "Der woz no treasure! Yus lousy map nearly got us kilt. Yu nevah fort it pertinent to indicate t'at place wus oozin' with oozes, didja?"
     "Are you sure it's one of my charts? The genuine articles each bear a watermark of young nymphs engaged in erotic play". At this several people raised their purchased charts above their heads to scrutinize against the light.
     "I've 'eard enough of your BS you little twerp. Someone grab him!"
     Uh oh. "Free maps for everyone" called out the handsome looking swindler as he flung out his arms and a confetti of parchments and scrolls flapped and span over the crowd. Tumbling off his box and darting low among the crowd the agile thief was off.
     "There 'e goes!" Great. Always someone helpful and observant like that. The athletic but distinctly anxious-looking thief sped off through the busy market district. Ahead crowding the way were ranks of insurance salesmen and doddering pamphleteers. "Excuse me sir, could I have a minute of your ooumph!".
    Bouncing from the insurance man he careened into an old dear stacked high with pamphlets sending her and leaflets skywards. With a fluttering pamphlet covering his eyes Hector kept running hoping the sound he heard wasn't aged bones cracking.
    But what's this? Pulling the pamphlet off his face he saw the headline, "So you want to be an adventurer?" Hey, that's my tagline! "Do you have what it takes blah best instructors blah accreditation blah Acme Adventuring Academy. Coach leaves from West Gate at noon." By a fortuitous coincidence the town hall bell was beginning to toll noon. Hector hung left through a ginnel heading West.
    There was the coach with passengers getting ready to board. A burly coach official barred the way, "Nat so farst, where's yoor ticket?"
     "Ticket? No, I don't need one, I'm with, er, that skinny knight over there. Hector has a vision of an icosahedral crystal with numbered faces bouncing on a baize surface coming to rest with the symbol for 20 uppermost. Hector grins; surely most be a good omen.
     "Sorry friend, this is 2e; you gotta roll low."
     "WTF!?"
     Turning away he sees someone else stumbling up, clearly a cleric of Padrophreece, the Pedantic God, puffing with a couple of bags. In the distance the mob looked like they had his scent again and were accompanied by the city watch. Goddammit!
     Striding towards the new arrival Hector gave a broad smile, "Good afternoon sir. Ticket please."
     "What? Oh here. Be quick."
     "Thank you sir. Oh, carriage 18 issit? Erm, you do know the nature of your fellow passengers don't you?
     "Wut?"
     "Oh. Well, I understand they're muzzled and that if you keep the window open the smell shouldn't be so bad. And there's practically no risk of contagion. You know what, I might be able to get you an upgrade to the first class coach. No sir, no extra cost. You look like you deserve a break; let me go and sort this out. Just wait here and I'll send someone over to help with your bags."
     Hector skipped by the guard waving his ticket. "Watch out for that cleric; he's delusional."
     The other passengers had all but boarded. He just caught sight of a finely shaped elfin form spring nimbly inside. As pleasant as the vision was Hector couldn't help thinking she'd look better in leather.
     Leaping inside himself he plonked himself down between an eastern warrior who'd evidently spent all his money on his big assed sword because he wasn't wearing any armour and a robed fella that gave him a look that seemed to say don't mess with me because I can call forth arcane power at the click of my fingers but with a slight hesitance that seemed to indicate he could only do it the once. Opposite was the slinky elf he'd seen boarding and the skinny knight. Only it turns out the knight was a lady knight. Hector was momentarily dazzled by her shiny besagues. The psychedelic bag at her feet bore a pattern of pixilated unicorns farting out rainbow stars. "Who are you?", they all asked, "And what's that ruckus outside?"
     "Erm, right. Squire agency sent me. I'm you're new squire", pointing to the lady knight, "Congrats! Hey driver", he called, whacking the ceiling of the carriage, "we're all aboard, let's be going then."
     And our heroes trundled forth into the unknown.

[Daryl Kong]

Her son lies silently in her arms, his breaths slowly fading...
next to her, is her decreased murderous husband of who had been stabbed over 50 times.

Alex'Chi's tears rolls down her cheeks, she whispers to her son that everything is gonna be alright...
the faint breathing finally stops, the body now still.
And she burns.

For many years, she has been living in poverty, to a man who was nothing but a burden, a drinker, a gambler, a womanizer. To top it all off, child-abuser of his only child. Her child.

She snaps. She is free now, no more chains to keep her.
She takes out her hidden stash of cash and enrolls herself to be an adventurer. She isn't thinking straight right now.
She wants to new purpose.

Oh, and she likes diamonds.