Help Wanted: A rare opportunity.
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still on for tonight 8pm Est
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Worghol may or may not be available.
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((Tonight, 5pm my time. Still on?))
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7pm EST Friday or Saterday is the only times I can make an extended stay for (being 10am Saterday, Sunday for my Time zone, and extended stay being 12 hours) Any other day or time before then I can't make.
but don't put off your fun on my accord.
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Sun the 3rd is my next open day and it will be about the same time…8pm EST...
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I just checked, and that is my roommate and best friend of over 25 years birthday and I will probably be good and trashed that night along with him. Almost positive I won't be able to make this time, and if we could maybe reschedule it it would be better for me as well…
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3 AM. Nope, won't make that.
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((That's like 5pm for me, so I can probably make most of it. Might have to leave in the middle of it though.))
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//Friday the 1st might actually work for me. Much better than the 24th or 25th.
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//Friday May 1st about 8pm EST?
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//okay to those of you who took the job, Coin, Danika, Kence, Work and myself, we are now bound by the contract as set out. We will be scheduling the first part of the search for the missing Paladin of Helm out from the Dwarven Hold. This post is just to notify everyone that the positions available are now closed, although you can PM me directly should you want to get involved, but it is strictly voluntary now. The DM will set up a time in which is good for everyone and we will set out then. Thanks to everyone who showed up.
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//This event is on! Grab your torches and pitchforks and anything else you need, and meet me at the Mithril Mug in Oscura, pull up a chair and what not. Will be starting soon enough.
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Hammerhand visits Oscura briefly, simply leaving a message that he intends to join the venture. ((will try to be there but no guaerentees))
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_Jaxon laughs, somewhat colder than usual.
"At one time, I would have declined some offers. So long as no repercussions occur and the gold keeps flowing, my blade is yours."
He grins faintly, sets a knife on the table and leans in to murmur.
"When shall we discuss rates?"_
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Marshal removes his hand from the hilt of his sword, and it remains standing up, jammed into the floorboard. He half-smiles and writes Jaxon into his ledger then nods with an approving look to Jaxon.
"Well met Jaxon, well if your good with a sword, that is indeed a handy skill for this small set of jobs. Basically, you'll get the details the same time as I do, just before the job starts. I can tell you it will be several small jobs, followed by one that brings it all together. I can also tell you it will probably have something that needs to be retrieved or delivered, as well as some possible killing involved. Sellsword you say, excellent cause you won't mind doing things others my shy away from. Payment will be at the end of the contract, and is still yet to be fully discussed. However you will gain a cut of the spoils as well as payment based off performance. If you think your up for it… be here at the scheduled time, and I will have more details at that time."
Marshal puts the quill back into the binding of the small book and his hand goes back to resting on the hilt of his sword. He reaches over to the small table and grabs his glass of brandy and takes a sip. His one eye never leaving Jaxon as he relaxes again…
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_The man grins faintly, watching the hand on the sword.
"Jaxon.. Captain of Silverbane Sellswords. I'm a fair hand with a sword, if that's what you require."
He flips a coin to a wench for ale.
"So, how about telling me of this work?"_
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nure calmly wanders into the mithril mug and glances around until she spots Marshal whom she greets with a smile Interesting exit last time we met… chuckles But all the same here I am to apply to your group. After all what's an adventure without a bard to record it eh? Well I'll be heading off now if you need to reach me leave a letter at the college in Peltarch or the crafting union in Norwick I'll be sure to get back to you when I can (// use a PM)
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Marshal sizes up the man across from him and quietly goes over a ledger, then sips at a glass of brandy.
"Indeed, that's the word on the street. Unlike most who have come to speak to me we've never met. Your a merc, but who are you, what skills do you bring to the table.?"
His hand rests on his sword, but he seems calm and calculating although quite relaxed.
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_A well built man dressed in a fine black, blue and gold suit sits across the table from Marshal. He appears weary, but attentive, his hand resting comfortably on his blade.
"Word in the Docks is you'd like a mercenary… I may be able to help you out... if the price is right."_
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With a heavy shrug of his massive shoulders, the hideous half-orc grunts and hesitantly declares his intention to attend.
"Worghol suppose if pay isn't good enough, he kill some of the others and take their cuts."
He grins broadly (displaying some yellowed and cracked vestigial tusks) and laughs in a kind of unsettling way at all the uncomfortable faces before strutting over to the bar and ordering a pint of something foamy.
He was joking, obviously. (Right?)
