This is a quest for silence_dais and Caex Kothar. Do not post here if you aren't silence_dais, Caex Kothar, or a WPL.
Name of Quest: Enterprise. Reward: 3 EXP. Players in Quest: silence_dais, Caex Kothar.
A cloaked figure approches you, all but his one non-scarred eye visible. He reaks of alchohol and salt. You know who, or rather, what, he is, and you both know what you want. The impressario unveils his left hand, a mangled and discolored abnormality, and passes you a sheet of paper. It reads:
"To whom it may concern,
The famed merchant of Azorius, Avadur, has recently done me wrong. I want vengeance! His business has extorted money from many of my clients in the past, and now that he has done so to me, I can pretend to be blind no longer. I promise you wealth and prosperity if you bring me his head. I know very little about Avadur's current location, but I can tell you that he will be at his estate, the Kaethus Manor, two days from now. How long he will be there, I am of no knowledge, so you must act swiftly!
Regards,
-A. Venakus."
You finish reading the contract, look up, and realize that the cloaked man has disappeared. At your feet is another note, that reads, "Venakus will wait here for you every day at noon for two weeks. Best of luck, it would be wise if you didn't disappoint him.".
Damian memorized the location of where his latest target is and where his client will be. After he had done so he threw the papers up and snapped his fingers, the notes become instantly become engulfed in flames, with the breeze taking the ashes with it. Two days and no idea how long he'll be staying there. I think I should find out who exactly this man is while there is still time. Walking down the streets of Ravnica, he headed for the market district to inquire about this Avadur and Venakus.
After thinking for a few seconds on whether to keep his facial mask on to hide the smell of the fish or to show his actual face. Deciding to just put up with the smell, he lowered his facemask but kept his hood up. After he had done so, he gave a smile to the fish carrying merchant when he spoke.
"No I rarely come to this side of the market district here, but since you are here perhaps you could help me. Can you tell me what you know of either Venakus or Avadur? If so where exactly do they conduct their business in the market district and what exactly are their ties?"
The merchant look perplexed. "Venakus?" He said, "I've never heard of him before." He looked down for a moment, then back up at Damian, and scowled, "I have, however, heard of Avadur. He's wronged many of us more casual merchants in the recent past."
The fisherman took a step back, raised himself an inch or two and puffed out his chest, then growled, "If you're a friend of his, leave. Now. We don't need any more of his kind around these parts."
"Not a friend, in fact you can say I'm more likely an enemy of his and we shall keep it at that when it comes to information about my reasons for finding him. What exactly has he done to you? From the rumors I've heard, he just extorts money from his clients. Perhaps you can give me more specifics?"
OCC: Can this be a Diplomacy roll or are we good so far?
Can you rephrase that? I'm not quite sure what you mean.
The merchant laughed, but it wasn't a humorous laugh, it was a much darker one. "Extorted money? That's the least of my problems with him. He's trying to demolish our market stands and replace them with his own." The man paused for a moment. He leaned closer to Damian, cupped his hand, and put it to Damian's ear. "If you're looking for him, and you are an enemy of his as you say, I may be able to help."
OCC: Diplomacy check? Never mind though this works perfectly for me.
Damian nodded giving a wicked smile in return then turn his head looking to make sure they weren't being watched. He nodded to the fisherman to continue and out stretched his hand with a few gold coins in it.
"For your troubles since your already willing to help me, however you'll get these when you've finished helping me."
He whispered back while placing the coins back into his pocket he motioned for the merchant to lead on.
I'm still confused, but if you're cool with how the quest's developing, never mind.
The merchant smiled a bit, and said, "There's a series of roads about a mile from here that lead to Avadur's residence. If you need to make any preparations, I suggest you make them now.
"You wouldn't perchance be willing to draw me a map or know someone who can give me a map of which roads in particular would you? It'll make my job immensely more useful."
Damain played with the coins in his hand showing a few more to make his new found friend more willing to give him what he required.
"Also there is more where these come from if you choose to come under my employ, nothing drastic, just some eyes and ears around the area. I can guarantee that this could help put yourself back into business if you say yes, plus any favors you ask of me to...make the competition struggle."
The fisherman looked from side to side, then under his breath, muttered, "I'm risking death even taking you to the roads. A map would guarantee my place in the heavens if one of the other merchants found out."
"Think of the reward though, you'll be rid of someone you said yourself is despised in the community and you'll have money to keep your business afloat as well as have the opportunity to expand. This is what I'm offering now and if you wish to be one of my contacts I can guarantee that there will be more."
Damian took the merchants hand and placed the coins into it, however letting a little red mana drip into the coins to heat them enough to scald the man's hands. He didn't like having to resort to more aggressive tactics but sometimes coin doesn't always get what he needs.
"All I need is the name of someone who can get me a map to where I need to go and our business here will be concluded unless you take me up on my other offer in which case you'll only see me when I have need of you."
The merchant jumped back, his hands now a bright red. "You..." He paused, his speech suggesting surprise, but his eyes suggesting he knew more than he cared to share. "You're a...planeswalker?"
It seemed obvious that Damian wouldn't get any other answers before he answered this question.
"Keep the gold and thank you for the information. Leave before I do more than scald your hand and if I hear anything about a fish merchant that is giving information about Planeswalkers, I'll be sure to pay you a visit first."
Damian used a low growl in the tone of his voice and pulled his face mask up. So much for that. At least I have some information about who I'm killing and some vague directions on where to go. Time to find me a mapmaker and maybe a scroll merchant.
The old man hesitated for a moment; he looked nervous and apprehensive. He opened his mouth and let out a cough. "Pardon me," he apologized. He said, "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with that man...my stand's right next to his, you see, I wasn't eavesdropping, but..." The man looked around cautiously. "I know the man you're looking for. Very well."
"Alright then, maybe you can be of more use to me than that fool was. If your information is more than adequate not only will I pay you more than him but my offer will extend to you as well. However before you tell me anything can we go somewhere that won't cause me to run into any more...eavesdroppers?"
Damian smirked under his facial mask while raising an eyebrow. The old man has bigger balls than the other merchant. Hopefully I might be able to form a better plan with the information he gives me.
"I appreciate your offer, but I must decline any payment for the help I will be giving you. This is a matter of seeking retribution for a man that caused the death of my beloved wife, Melinda." The man bowed, then raised his hand with a pointed finger. "Oh, the streets that man talked about...it'd be wise to not go to them."
"Why would they be unsafe, and if you have a personal stake in this please accept my other offer? I can always use a wise man who can get me information around this market area. However I will not be insulted if you refuse."
Damian had a look of concern on his face. Why would the fish merchant say to go the streets if they were dangerous? He'll be losing his gold when Damian had finished speaking with the old man, and he'll be lucky if thats all he loses.
"I'll do all I can to help," the old man said, "But I refuse to go back to the streets." His face went white. "Those streets are filled with guards. Yes, they'll get you to the manor, but only if you get past its militia."
"Don't worry, you won't be going anywhere near those streets with me. Do you know where I can get a map and when I do can you circle the exact positions where the sentries are? This will help me immensely and I promise you I will make your revenge as painful as possible for the man."
Damian eyed the area where the fish merchant went. Oh yes, he'll be losing more than his gold today.
The old man laughed for what seemed like several minutes. "I'll have you know, I was actually a mapmaker for the man you're looking for, long ago!" He settled down, somewhat meloncholic now. "Yes...very long ago. Here." He handed Damian a map with the positions of all sentries at the manor circled. "Best of luck, my friend. Please, for my wife, destroy that wicked man."
Before Damian could give his thanks, the man had already returned to his stand. Poor old timer, he did me a favor though and for that I will return in kind. Now before I start making some final preparations, I need to pay a certain visit to another merchant. Damian went to the stand next to the merchant where the fish merchant was making business. He approached the merchant at the stand. Lowering his face mask, red mana made his eyes glow crimson.
"Welcome back!" The fisherman grinned a fake smile that revealed multiple gold teeth. "I take it you're here to tell me the truth about your identity. Or," he picked up a fish, "You're in the mood for some freeh salmon, is that it?" He let out a loud bellow that could be heard throughout the entire marketplace.
Name of Quest: Enterprise.
Reward: 3 EXP.
Players in Quest: silence_dais, Caex Kothar.
A cloaked figure approches you, all but his one non-scarred eye visible. He reaks of alchohol and salt. You know who, or rather, what, he is, and you both know what you want. The impressario unveils his left hand, a mangled and discolored abnormality, and passes you a sheet of paper. It reads:
You finish reading the contract, look up, and realize that the cloaked man has disappeared. At your feet is another note, that reads, "Venakus will wait here for you every day at noon for two weeks. Best of luck, it would be wise if you didn't disappoint him.".
Your quest has begun.
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There was once [The Pack], but no more.
"You don't look familiar. What is it you're doing here?"
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"No I rarely come to this side of the market district here, but since you are here perhaps you could help me. Can you tell me what you know of either Venakus or Avadur? If so where exactly do they conduct their business in the market district and what exactly are their ties?"
There was once [The Pack], but no more.
The fisherman took a step back, raised himself an inch or two and puffed out his chest, then growled, "If you're a friend of his, leave. Now. We don't need any more of his kind around these parts."
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OCC: Can this be a Diplomacy roll or are we good so far?
There was once [The Pack], but no more.
The merchant laughed, but it wasn't a humorous laugh, it was a much darker one. "Extorted money? That's the least of my problems with him. He's trying to demolish our market stands and replace them with his own." The man paused for a moment. He leaned closer to Damian, cupped his hand, and put it to Damian's ear. "If you're looking for him, and you are an enemy of his as you say, I may be able to help."
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Damian nodded giving a wicked smile in return then turn his head looking to make sure they weren't being watched. He nodded to the fisherman to continue and out stretched his hand with a few gold coins in it.
"For your troubles since your already willing to help me, however you'll get these when you've finished helping me."
He whispered back while placing the coins back into his pocket he motioned for the merchant to lead on.
There was once [The Pack], but no more.
The merchant smiled a bit, and said, "There's a series of roads about a mile from here that lead to Avadur's residence. If you need to make any preparations, I suggest you make them now.
Thanks to Nezumi for the banner!
Damain played with the coins in his hand showing a few more to make his new found friend more willing to give him what he required.
"Also there is more where these come from if you choose to come under my employ, nothing drastic, just some eyes and ears around the area. I can guarantee that this could help put yourself back into business if you say yes, plus any favors you ask of me to...make the competition struggle."
There was once [The Pack], but no more.
Thanks to Nezumi for the banner!
Damian took the merchants hand and placed the coins into it, however letting a little red mana drip into the coins to heat them enough to scald the man's hands. He didn't like having to resort to more aggressive tactics but sometimes coin doesn't always get what he needs.
"All I need is the name of someone who can get me a map to where I need to go and our business here will be concluded unless you take me up on my other offer in which case you'll only see me when I have need of you."
There was once [The Pack], but no more.
It seemed obvious that Damian wouldn't get any other answers before he answered this question.
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Damian used a low growl in the tone of his voice and pulled his face mask up. So much for that. At least I have some information about who I'm killing and some vague directions on where to go. Time to find me a mapmaker and maybe a scroll merchant.
There was once [The Pack], but no more.
From behind a merchant's tent, a frail looking, aged man appears. He tugs at Damian's side.
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"Can I help you?"
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Damian smirked under his facial mask while raising an eyebrow. The old man has bigger balls than the other merchant. Hopefully I might be able to form a better plan with the information he gives me.
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Damian had a look of concern on his face. Why would the fish merchant say to go the streets if they were dangerous? He'll be losing his gold when Damian had finished speaking with the old man, and he'll be lucky if thats all he loses.
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Damian eyed the area where the fish merchant went. Oh yes, he'll be losing more than his gold today.
There was once [The Pack], but no more.
The old man returned to his stand.
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"Hello there, remember me?"
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