AvB - Shavet

[planswalker]

Sir or dm only. Violators will be found guilty of breaking and entering.

On the other side is a dwarf sitting at a desk with a pile of papers strewn throughout. He glances up as you enter and says, "Oh, another one? Sign this and please don't spill any beer on my stuff. I'd have to get upset." He pushes a paper your direction.

The walls are bare stone, and behind him is a black door made of iron.

[Sir]

Shavet quickly scans the paper as if he knew something about contracts, nodding once he finishes it. He scribbles a very curvy signature, and sips his beer again. "Don't worry, I'll try not too. Anything I should know about that door? Looks like the kind of door that would be trapped."

[planswalker]

"I hope not. The last guy to walk through it didn't notice any. You need to go on further to find a job."

[Sir]

"Sounds good, I'll get going then. Maybe get some flowers or something on it.." With that, he warily opens the door and steps through, ready to dodge any traps.

[planswalker]

on the other side he finds no traps, but a halfling standing between two spiral staircases. "Employer or employee?" he asks.

[Sir]

"Potential Employee my friend." He approaches the staircases, looking them over, waiting for directions.

[planswalker]

"follow me." he takes you to the top of the left-hand staricase.

"So, what sort of job you looking for?" he asks.

[Sir]

He follows the halfling up the stairs, careful not to spill anything. "Well, my skills are mostly manipulative magics and ranged crossbows, so something of a strong offensive and subtle variety. Not very good at defense, you know?"

[planswalker]

"Indeed."

He opens the door. You find the second floor to have a large array of hallways, spaced evenly throughout the floor.

The halls are labeled by category, and the doors with names of employers. You find that one hall is holding rooms for "problem solving - discreet" and another "personal protection - quiet" that have sword symbols beneath their text.

[Sir]

Shavet nods a thanks to the halfing, and walks among the hallways for a small while. After a moment of thought, he knocks on the door marked "problem solving - discreet", hoping whoever is inside is ready.

[planswalker]

"problem solving - discreet" is a hallway with twelve doors along each side of it, nine of which have nameplates on them saying who is hiring.

[Sir]

OOC: Ah, though that was a door, not a hall. Whoops. Too add some content to this part, is there going to be assassin/bodygaurd OOC threads? I don't know of another place to bring it up, with the lack of an OOC thread :smalltongue:.

Shavet peers into the hallway, and picks the closest door on the left with a sword symbol, knocking on it and saying in a light tone; "I'm looking for some work, anyone in there?"

[planswalker]

The name plate on that door reads "Terent Barkot".

You get no response.

[Sir]

Shavet considers knocking again, but realizes it might be futile. He does it anyway though, and if there is no answer he moves on to the next door.

[planswalker]

Again no response. The next door is blank, no nameplate.

[Sir]

He sighs, wondering for a moment if anyone is actually here, and keeps moving along and knocking till someone answers, caring little for the names. After all, most of them are probably made up anyway.

[planswalker]

Oddly enough, noone answers your knocks.

[Sir]

Shavet looked around, with a confused look. This was probably a test of some sort, but if it wasn't and he just walked in he might be killed. He thought "screw it", and tried the lock on Terent Barkot's door, hoping for the best.

[planswalker]

The door is unlocked.

[Sir]

With a quick prayer, he weaves some protective magic over himself, letting his eyes glow for a moment, and steps inside the room.

Casting a Charm Person Retributive Spell on himself, just in case anyone attacks him. Uses a level 2 slot, DC 16.

[planswalker]

A businesslike female voice emanates from the ceiling. "Name, please?"

[Sir]

"Shavet. Is anyone in here?"

[planswalker]

"I am the facilitator for Mr Barkot. I am in the room beyond. The scrying stone in the ceiling allows me to hear and view the things in your current room, as well as communicate. If I find you to be worthy, I'll allow you on through where I will make my final judgment call. Should you pass, I will give you the information on where to find your new employer so that the two of you may negotiate a contract."

[Sir]

He take another sip of beer, listening to the woman before speaking.

"Sounds fair, if overly complicated. What do you want to know? I have many abilities, including illusions, enchantments, and prominent crossbow skills."

[planswalker]

"The purpose is to not allow armed individuals of unknown motives near the clients, and to be able to be able to recruit without having to require the clients be present. We have designed the system to make it nearly impossible for anyone to use our recruitment center for espionage or assassination. We seek to remain neutral and secure in these uncertain times."

"Anyways, on to testing your abilities. Can you answer a riddle for me?

Poor people have it,
Rich people want it,
It is holier than the gods,
It is more evil than the devils,
If you eat it, you will surely die.

Can you?" The voice sounds encouraging but challenging.

[Sir]

"The purpose is to not allow armed individuals of unknown motives near the clients, and to be able to be able to recruit without having to require the clients be present. We have designed the system to make it nearly impossible for anyone to use our recruitment center for espionage or assassination. We seek to remain neutral and secure in these uncertain times."

"Anyways, on to testing your abilities. Can you answer a riddle for me?

Poor people have it,
Rich people want it,
It is holier than the gods,
It is more evil than the devils,
If you eat it, you will surely die.

Can you?" The voice sounds encouraging but challenging.

He stays silent for a moment, considering his options.

"Nothing, I think. A bad answer, but an answer none the less.

[planswalker]

"Very well. Thank you for your time, but you are not acceptable for this position. Please try another client."

[Sir]

"I see. Good luck with your search then, and thank you for your time." He walks out, and tries to open the next door, content in the knowledge of what he did wrong. After all, he had nothing to do that evening, and at the worst he could talk to the cheaper employers outside.

If it opens, he walks inside carefully as before.

[planswalker]

The door opens. Inside, another female voice can be heard from the ceiling. "I am the facilitator for Joan Reborbormaromenchat. Why do you think you can qualify for this position?"

[Sir]

"I get things done. The sign up on the wall said you were looking for quiet problem solvers, and I can do that. I may not be the most flashy or stylish, but I certainly think I am effective."

[planswalker]

"Confident. I like that. Do you have any questions for me as to the nature of the problems she wishes solved?"

[Sir]

"Beyond the specifics, how much is the pay, and does it involve a high chance of violence?"

[planswalker]

"Pay will be negotiated with the client, and the specifics of that are unknown to me. Clients who book with us average about 1000 gold per job, plus any valuables on the victim. As for violence, not to your person if you do your job right. To the mark your employer sets, well, that's what you'd be paid for."

[Sir]

"Seems fair to me, as I am quite adept at getting the job done without personal harm. I trust that the employer wouldn't waste money on me knowing that I would die, so I am done with my questions. Do you have any for me?"

[planswalker]

"You said that you were effective. Care to elaborate how you cause your effect?"

[Sir]

"At the cost of boring you, I have training to use a crossbow to good effect, and have also learned from a great Illusionist on the arts of his magic. In addition -and this is my focus- I have many mind altering cantrips, and in general use them to great effect. After all, would you rather have me run into the open and try to deal with the problem causer, or would you have the bodyguards help me do it and forget they did?

I should note that my mace is rarely used and I do not know how to wield it effectively, so I would perfer a job that I could work from a range. It is a weakness, yes, but I have backups to use incase they close the distance."

[planswalker]

"You're not going to be hired to brawl. Your skillset sounds exactly like the sort of thing requested. Please continue forward."

A panel of the wall in front of you slides back and a room appears beyond.

[Sir]

He walks into the next room, face showing a slight grin of success for a moment before he changes it to his almost omnipresent friendly smile.

[planswalker]

On the other side is a woman behind a desk, the one whose voice you heard in the room beyond.

"There is one final test, one specifically requested by my client, albeit, a highly irregular one. She wishes to know if you can answer this question: 'When is your left hand?' She gave me a very specific answer that is acceptable to it, and I am required to turn you away if you do not give it." She appears apologetic.

[Sir]

"When? I shall say.. the present. Looking at it any other way just complicates the issue, and I am not much of a time mage or a riddler, so 'here and now' is my answer."

[planswalker]

She looks relieved. "Indeed, the answer sought is, 'I'm no riddler.' She seemed to think that someone who walks into a place seeking to solve problems needed to have the good sense to know what he's not being hired for."

She hands you a slip of paper with an address on it.

[Sir]

"Thanks, for once simplicity worked." He takes the paper, and walks out back to the hallway, trying to think which district it leads too and any details about it.

Knowledge: Local to see if I know anything about where the address leads too (assuming it leads to a building outside of the inn, that is): [roll0]

[planswalker]

the paper includes detailed directions for how to get to the house in midtown.

[Sir]

He leaves the inn, realizes he has nothing better to pursue, and walks at a comfortable pace to the house, looking it over for any particularly obvious traps one he gets there.

[planswalker]

Oddly enough, the merchant isn't a paranoid delusional seclusionists. She has not trapped her own home.

[Sir]

Can't be too careful. He knocks on the door, waiting patiently to see if anyone is on the other side this time.

[planswalker]

A tall half-orc answers. "Yes?" he asks.

[Sir]

"I was sent here by your facilitator at the sad flint, about the possible job proposal. Is this the right home?"

[planswalker]

The male half-orc says, "Show me the paper."

[Sir]

He hands the man the paper happily, wiping any sort of smile off his face before he was smacked by the serious half orc before him.

[planswalker]

He grunts. "Mistress is inside. First door on left."

[Sir]

"Er, thanks.." He steps inside and quickly walks to the first door on the left and knocks on it. After all, a lack of manners might get him killed.

[planswalker]

A feminine voice within says, "Come on in and state your business."

[Sir]

He opens to door, sliding in and closing it behind him. "Shavet, and I was sent here by your facilitator at the sad flint about the job offer. I presume you are miss Reborbormaromenchat?" He stumbles through the word at first, but it comes out smoother towards the end.

[planswalker]

The gnome lady sitting behind a desk smiles at you winsomely. "Indeed so. I take it you answered my riddle correctly. So then, tell me what the faciliator told you, so that I do not bore you with details you've already heard."

[Sir]

"Well, I know that you want a problem causer taken care of, in a more violent way. Quietly. Also, I was told the pay would be 1000 gold pieces, along with any valuables I find, but that's about it."

[planswalker]

"The pay is indeed 1000 gold. The target is a businessman who I suspect of harboring kobolds and helping to equip them to take out my people. Nothing provable, but the kobolds in this city are running rampant."

[Sir]

"Kobolds hmm? Two questions: Where can I find this man, and do you know of any particular defenses he has that I should worry about?"

[planswalker]

"He lives in the merchat's guildhouse for the guild of Starlight and Shadows. The only defenses of note are the regular guards posted in the guildhouse. It may be easier to take him out while he's out in the city selling his goods."

[Sir]

"Hmm, seems good. Is there anything else that you require or that I should know, or shall I go at once?"

[planswalker]

"Go at once. I'll have your pay for you when you come back."

[Sir]

"Go at once. I'll have your pay for you when you come back."

"I will return later then. Goodbye." He slides out the door, past the half-orc and into the street, thinking and collecting his thoughts. He then walks through the streets, and predictably goes to the guildhouse and looks it over, seeing if it is open for business while trying to remember anything about the guild.

Knowledge Local on the Guild of Starlight and Shadows: [roll0]

Wait.. I just realized that I don't know his name. I could of sworn she told me.. That will make this more fun then.

[planswalker]

The Guild of Starlight and Shadows emerged as a form of rebellion against the strict rules and structure of the more traditional mage guilds in Aldhaven. The GoSS has always included a large number of sorcerers, many of whom found the endless research of wizards to be dull torment. The Guild of Starlight and Shadows has always been a dynamic and energetic organization, willing to bend rules and push boundaries.

Members of the Guild of Starlight and Shadows usually want to know the details before casting a spell for someone, but they have no traditions requiring that they obtain this knowledge, and for an extra 25% fee, no questions are asked. In addition to straight-forward spellcasting services and item creation, many members of the GoSS work for dream parlors, cabarets that use exotic displays of illusion to entertain customers. The forces of the law are often suspicious of members of the GoSS, and a character who belongs to the GoSS must deal with this prejudice if he ever runs afoul of the law.

The guild is open to visitors, however, the living quarters are in the back, for members only.
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