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You have all received word, whether by letter or whispers from associates, that a rich man is looking for some brave, competent men to complete some... legally debatable missions for a grand reward. Enticed - whether by desperation, greed, or curiosity - you have come to Braethwick, a small town sitting between the main road of the nation and a massive, ancient forest. At the centre of the town there is a cobbled square with an ornate fountain as it's defining feature. It seems the town's normal residents are all inside, but there are many other shady blokes and armoured warriors here, all waiting for the sun to reach it's zenith through the clouds.
When noon comes, an extremely well dressed woman enters the square, carrying a small chest. She's thin and tall. Beautiful, but cruel looking with dark purple make-up on her eyelids and a judgmental disposition. Silence falls over the small crowd as she steps gracefully onto the edge of the fountain, towering over many. She looks over the selection, one eyebrow lowered and a sneer twisting her fine features. "My name is Anya, and most of you won't be seeing me again," she said with relish. "Although you've all been called here, only a small portion will actually go to work for Laudicus Stene, and I" she smiled, "have been given the distinct pleasure of choosing whom."
She stepped down from the fountain's edge and the men nearest cleared away, giving her space. "You will form in a straight line in front of me, and you shall be given a piece of parchment. If your slip has a black mark please leave immediately, you are not wanted. If your slip has a red mark please stick around." The men all formed a line begrudgingly and as they stepped forward one by one Anya's eyes would flash and she'd hand them their parchment. There were many grunts and displays of dissatisfaction as warriors and thieves and spellcasters walked out of the square. A rather nervous looking man is in front of you, and as Anya lays eyes on him she smiles deviously and hands him his slip. "Ooh! I've got a red one!" he says cheerily. As you approach you are handed not a black mark nor a red one, but a white mark followed by instructions to go to a nearby inn and wait. Curious, you walk away but hide behind the edge of a building to see what happens next. More and more men are handed parchment and walk away, and two more men gleefully take their red-marked parchment and walk around to the other side of the fountain. As the last warrior leaves, Anya strolls over to the three men remaining, says "Spies! You should know better than to come here!" and slaughters them with amazing ease. Washing her hands in the fountain, she nearly catches sight of you, and you designate this a good time to make your exit.
Inside the inn there is a bartender, but no customers excluding a few other men with white-marked parchment.
(Go ahead and introduce yourselves. I can't progress the plot until you've developed some sort of relationship.)
You have all received word, whether by letter or whispers from associates, that a rich man is looking for some brave, competent men to complete some... legally debatable missions for a grand reward. Enticed - whether by desperation, greed, or curiosity - you have come to Braethwick, a small town sitting between the main road of the nation and a massive, ancient forest. At the centre of the town there is a cobbled square with an ornate fountain as it's defining feature. It seems the town's normal residents are all inside, but there are many other shady blokes and armoured warriors here, all waiting for the sun to reach it's zenith through the clouds.
When noon comes, an extremely well dressed woman enters the square, carrying a small chest. She's thin and tall. Beautiful, but cruel looking with dark purple make-up on her eyelids and a judgmental disposition. Silence falls over the small crowd as she steps gracefully onto the edge of the fountain, towering over many. She looks over the selection, one eyebrow lowered and a sneer twisting her fine features. "My name is Anya, and most of you won't be seeing me again," she said with relish. "Although you've all been called here, only a small portion will actually go to work for Laudicus Stene, and I" she smiled, "have been given the distinct pleasure of choosing whom."
She stepped down from the fountain's edge and the men nearest cleared away, giving her space. "You will form in a straight line in front of me, and you shall be given a piece of parchment. If your slip has a black mark please leave immediately, you are not wanted. If your slip has a red mark please stick around." The men all formed a line begrudgingly and as they stepped forward one by one Anya's eyes would flash and she'd hand them their parchment. There were many grunts and displays of dissatisfaction as warriors and thieves and spellcasters walked out of the square. A rather nervous looking man is in front of you, and as Anya lays eyes on him she smiles deviously and hands him his slip. "Ooh! I've got a red one!" he says cheerily. As you approach you are handed not a black mark nor a red one, but a white mark followed by instructions to go to a nearby inn and wait. Curious, you walk away but hide behind the edge of a building to see what happens next. More and more men are handed parchment and walk away, and two more men gleefully take their red-marked parchment and walk around to the other side of the fountain. As the last warrior leaves, Anya strolls over to the three men remaining, says "Spies! You should know better than to come here!" and slaughters them with amazing ease. Washing her hands in the fountain, she nearly catches sight of you, and you designate this a good time to make your exit.
Inside the inn there is a bartender, but no customers excluding a few other men with white-marked parchment.
(Go ahead and introduce yourselves. I can't progress the plot until you've developed some sort of relationship.)
