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| PoeticJustice05-27-05, 01:43 AM | THE LETTER: Dear sir, your unique expertise is required no later 1 Eyre 998 YK at Kennrun the far Western end of our fair Kingdom of Breland, perched on the very edge of the Mournland. There you will the mobile fortress Argonth docked for a bit of restocking. I will await your arrival at the Fluted Farmhouse inn. With regards to why you should make the journey to so remote a destination, please find enclosed a letter of credit in the amount of 500 Galifars (gold) legal tender for any debts incurred while journeying in any civilized land. This is but a morsel of the bounty that lies ready to be had should you choose to visit me in Kennrun. Also please find a ticket for a Lyrandar Class 3 Airship, departing two weeks before your deadline of 1 Eyre. You will be going in style, amidst other passangers hand-picked by my direct superior for the tasks. Who am I? Major Grelgi, of the Brelish Citadel's Dark Lanterns, and organization with which you will become very familiar should you choose to meet me at the Fluted Farmhouse. Ask for a bald elf, for I am sure there will be no other. THE MEETING: I'm very pleased you all could come. My direct superior in the Dark Lantern's, whom for our mutual safety will remain anonymous for the time being, has requested that I create a squad of operatives. Nothing too stuffy, mind you. No patrols, no guard duty, nothing like that. I was asked to form a civilian team of highly skilled individuals that would be capable of performing tasks other soldiers can't. We will be sneaks, infiltrators, treasure hunters, saboteurs, bounty hunters, spies, and much more. Overall, it's not a very Brelish way of doing things, after all, our pinnacle is the shining knight in heavy armor, astride a mount, lance in hand, ready to slay the enemy. Oh, my, I've started to ramble. Forgive me. We'll lads, this is how it's gonna work. We'll send you on a mission that I will accompany as sort of a dry run. If you like the work and like the pay, and providing you perform well, you will meet my superior and and get the job. Ready? If they ask why they were scouted: Each of you fills a unique role. For one, we needed a couple of light skirmishers, fighters that could move quickly and, if need be, quietly. We also needed someone with access to nonlethal techniques of neutralization, finally we needed a few traditional chaps to ground the party, and of course, a guileful thief to get us in where we need to be. I am here to oversee, support, and fill in where i can. I am also your direct link to my superior. If they ask what the job's about: Give a little bit of info about the adventure If they ask about compensation: In addition to a monthly stipend of 1000 Galifars, you will have salvage rights to anything you encounter along the way, provided that the crown doesn't already want them. THE SECOND MEETING: Well done, men. Now let's get down to it. You've seen the work, been paid well. How's about coming aboard for good? Well, then let me introduce the general. Hello, soldiers. Let me set you straight: You've been selected to participate in the Whisper Drakes, an extramilitary infiltration squad in the direct service of the king. You will answer to myself and report to my lackey, Grelgo. You must all take oaths and bear a mark of justice to ensure that you will never reval the existance of the Whisper Drake organization, or anyone's affiliation with it, and the activities you engage in while a member of this organization. Your allegiance to the king will come first. Is this understood? Now then, you men will be looking after one another, and its vital that you come to trust one another. I will leave my lackey behind as a go-between, but its likely that you'll never see me again. I encourage you all to come up with some sort of charter for your organization that sets rules. Change the name for all I care, but don't get too attached to one another. This is serious business. Slip up and you'll die. Good luck. The lackey already has your first mission. Carry on, soldiers. |