The Primeval Dark (IC)

[Mornings]

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The Cursed & The Immortal - Aden & Feliks

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22th of Rova, Sunday - Time: 8:21 am (Morning) / AR 4707 (Autumn)
The Lost Coast Road; Sandpoint Hinterlands
Town of Sandpoint; Town Square

The short man scoffed at Aden's words, "Roguish? Maybe. Untrustworthy? You're a damned fool. Puttin' aside the fact I'm the only damn' one in this line'a work not plotting my own misdeeds, you're outta' ya' damned mind if 'trust' is still any measure'a character for any soul in this business... And it is business, don't get that twisted, lad. You can't trust ya own goddam motha', and the moment you think ya can. You're dead." He knocked on the counter to draw Mrs. Corwin's attention, "Speaking of business, Beth, you got something for these gentlemen; don't you?" The small woman nodded, reaching down and placing a crisp sealed envelope on the counter. The parchment was thick and expensive with no effort spared in its preparation. The lavish wax seal on the end held a woven silk ribbon accented by the gold leaf which traced pointless filigree neatly across the lip of the envelope's lip. "Goddam, it's event scented..." Just as the old halfling said, it had indeed been lightly traced with a delicate, yet noticeable fragrance of a juliet rose. "Came in the day before last, addressed to you lot... From the Club."

That gaudy extravagance, that display of shameless wealth and social prowess had once done the same thing to each of them, as it was doing to Mrs. Corwin. It was a blinding show of power and authority which reminded them of the reality of it all after they had seen behind the gilded-curtain. Yes, there was wealth beyond measure. Yes, there was power to be found too; but it was a horrible blood-thirsty beast. A ravenous yapping pit of feral hounds which lashed out and tore at one another in bloody sport. A violent and cruel underworld which they couldn't even speak of. It was all of those things, and more. They knew this, and so they played on it, preying upon those souls who had never seen such luxury. Souls whose eyes were filled with dreams and wonder, like Mrs. Corwin. "You know what this means? You're done. They're calling your arse back. With no word from the client, or anyone else, can't say I blame 'em."

The short man slid from the tall chair to the ground, glancing a Feliks with a raised brow. "What other-one? It's just the witch, and you left that to Rello, now didn't'ya. No point waiting for her. Weiss mentioned something about a 'cursed-soul'. Apparently she can end up popping up wherever, well, wherever there's a body of water anyways. Pointless idling here if she can just float up from some Arabasti's bathing room. I'd catch the next caravan heading back to Magnimar, ya' boss isn't known for being needlessly patient."

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Main Quest, Global: A Friend Named Nemesis
A creature which should not be. A threat not yet understood. Nightmarish constructs emerge from buried ancient recesses within the earth. Their purpose is as strange as their appearance. Seemingly unfazed by mundane weapons and built impossibly study, they march forward unimpeded following some unpredictable nature. Whatever these creature's design, for now at least, it was better to simply stay out of the way...
Difficulty: Moderate | Status: On-going | Profit: Unknown | Time: 2 years
Primary Objective: Survive
Second Objective: Find Professor Mayvert & uncover clues to the construct's origin

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Side Quest: The Devil Inside
Emithy explained that everyone had begun having strange dreams, and even visions, without explanation. The only difference was how those effected interpreted their experiences. Most dismissed it completely. Dreams were just dreams, but some had more acute experiences. The depth of how men were effected seemed to differ based on the individual. It raised many questions, but none more so than if truly everyone across the world was now plagued by these strange haunts within their minds. It was an impossible scale, an impossible magic, but they had seen strange things. The young man advised them against pursuing these visions haphazardly, least they bite off more than they could chew. Maybe the voices were real and the world would be crushed by the endless darkness, but that didn't mean the voice in the blackness would come to their aid when their backs were against the wall. Perhaps the young man was right, perhaps it was better to take things slow. Perhaps it was time to take on a normal job?
Difficulty: None | Status: On-going | Profit: Unknown | Time: None
Objective:Find Emithy. Find a job.

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Spoiler: Rewards | EXP

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֍ Aden XP +250 (4,550xp)
⯎ Received [Greyflame Crucible, CR7]


֍ Feliks XP +400 (5,100xp)