Ryzom

vinnyq wrote:(Back from trip)

I am Kami sided, religiously. No unique personal items.

Just need to hear from Jelathina then.

Also tell me what equipment (armour, weapons and things that don't exist in game that you might carry) you typically carry.

*shrug* Generally Jelathnia just carries teleport tickets, sometimes materials, and always her Dragonblade (living Matis sword) and amps...nothing out of the ordinary...

*And let's start*

Each of you, in your own way, brushed past in the street, found slipped under the door of your apartment, somewhere, somehow has recieved a note.

Bound and tied with twine the inscription is written in sap upon a broad black leaf, taken from somewhere in the prime roots. The writing is white, slightly glowing and almost seems to lift from the page a little.

It reads...

Our friend,

You are one of the disposessed, the individual, the underneath of Atysian society. You have been watched, far from home, hiding from the guard or simply trying to live.

There can be more to your life than this and there can be profit as well. Dappers come to those willing to go after them and the coming conflicts can present opportunity as well as problems. Opportunity that can serve you, or the faction you pin your loyalty to, should you wish.

We have such an opportunity for you, should you wish to grasp it. You will be compensated well for your assistance and you may even find out things of further use to you.

If you are interested, or curious, meet our man at the upper floor of The Tranquil Tryker, tomorrow night. He will indentify himself by his tuquoise armour.

The Circle

In with the rolled and tied leaf is a small puch, containing a 1,000 dapper orb. Perhaps a downpayment?

Slythe: I am curious, but suspicious. However, as I will need a new source of funds soon, I can't afford to pass up the opportunity. When the times comes I'll head over to the Thesos bar for the meeting.
While at the bar I will try to find a seat which puts my back to the wall, and allows me to keep an eye on the path to the door. I don't want to be caught by surprise, or blocked in, if this turns out to be a trap.

EDIT: I was assuming that "The Circle" was a secret organisation that no one I know would've heard of, in fact this might not be the case. Before going to the meeting and if I havn't heard of them myself, I check with a few of my friends and familiy to see if they know anything about them.

Well i'm quite curious also so i'll go and wait for the person.
I'll need the money also since i'm gathering money to open a resturant in Fairhaven.

I'll go wait in Thesos bar drinking some nice coctails while i wait.
I dont throw the letter i just roll it back again and put it in my bag with the money.

(Sorry -_- told you i'm stupid, adding also that i'm not good on this but i try. I'll try not to do a mistake again )

herc2004 wrote:Well i'm quite curious also so i'll go and wait for the person.
I'll need the money also since i'm gathering money to open a resturant in Fairhaven.

I'll go wait in the Fairhavens main bar drinking some nice coctails while i wait.
I dont throw the letter i just roll it back again and put it in my bag with the money.

OOC: NB - The Tranquil Tryker is, apparently, the best translation we can make for the bar in Thesos, not Fairhaven

Fyrx: I took the bag of dappers and the note and head for the TT, *after* first taking a nice bath in the waterfall. I sit at the Bar and try to get some info from the barman (discretely), especially about a man in tuquois armor and The Circle.

Jelathnia had barely noticed the note under the door of her apartment. She had been hurrying to store some junk that had collected in her bag over the past few days.

Once she was able to get a look at the note, she was dubious at first, skimming through the first two paragraphs until she came to the part about opportunity. Opportunity that can serve you, or the faction you pin your loyalty to, should you wish. Those words piqued her curiosity, as well as the part about finding out "things of further use" to her.

If you are interested, or curious, meet our man at the upper floor of The Tranquil Tryker, tomorrow night. As Jel finished reading the note, she supposed she fit into the latter category. She was curious, and even if it turned out to be nothing, or something she didn't want to involve herself in, the firewine would be worth the trip.

* * *

So here she was, walking into the Thesos bar. There were a few other people, but no one in turquoise armor as of yet. She took a seat on the upper floor and waited...

The bar is mostly empty, a few old foragers sharing a pint or two of Oflovak's Special Brew and tutting at the antics of the younger harvesters along the edge of the Oasis.

"Them young fools'll dig down to the Prime Roots if they keep diggin' there so damned hard."

None of them seem inclined to spend their evenings digging like mad these days, they'd rather spend the cool desert nights with a drink in a nice warm bar.

Slythe sat with his back to the wall, a good view of the door to watch anyone else entering. He was the first there of the group and had time to think and enjoy a drink while he waited for the man in the turquoise armour to arrive.

He'd asked a few people about The Circle but had gotten only vague whispers. Something about a cross-racial, cross faction group of homin, quite secret but, as with all secret societies and the like, supposed to be ever present. Almost a bogeyman word, a tale to tell to children, but one that criminal parents - those in the underground - teach to their delinquent children.

Gojeta enters not long after, looking a little nervous and flustered since he really wants the money. Head filled with the thoughts of opening his glorious restaraunt as he settles his nerves with a few sap/fruit juice and Stinga Rum cocktails at the bar, the barman giving him funny looks every time he asks for one of the fruity concoctions. Soon the sweetened, and quickly drunk, alcohol eases his nerves, but also makes him a little unsteady on his feet.

Fyrx made his appearance not long after that, hair still wet from the waterfall where he has washed himself clean of the dust of the desert. Fortunately a hunting party had been by not long ago and his ablutions had not been interrupted by young Varinx looking for a fishy meal from the spill of the waterfall. Water dripped from him as he walked up to the bar, right alongside Gojeta, claiming a drink and whispering to the barman discretely, though Gojeta could strain to hear the words.

The barman didn't know anything much about a man in turquoise armour.

"Hardly anyone wears that stuff out here mister, the foraging grounds are fairly rich and people can afford better and need better, what with the critters around here."

As to The Circle.

"Bah, just a myth isn't it? Something the ragamuffins and thieves like to tell each other. That there's some Atys-spanning organisation of criminals who've actually done WELL for themselves and don't just end up thrown to the Kitin, locked in the cells or pressed into guard duty. All a load of wishful thinking bodocs if you ask me."

Jelathina was the last to arrive, less motivated by pure profit than the others and, perhaps, a little nervous - even than Gojeta. Still, there was a chance whatever this was about could be turned to good purpose or help her with her own aims. However it turned out a glass of firewine was welcome and taken with her to the upper floor to await the man in turquoise.

It was clear to these homin that they were different than most of the crowd here. Aside from the nights when The Samsara and friends descended on the Thesos bar it was almost always left to the locals and more adventurous homin stood out like sore thumbs.

Finally though, a man in turquoise armour, a patchwork set showing the crafting designs of many different races, entered. A woven Zorai forager's hat shielded his face, broad-brimmed, the straw of it battered and full of holes. His pack was slung across his shoulder and a pitted and worn sword hung at his belt. He didn't even give any of them a glimpse, just taking a cup of water and moving upstairs to take a seat, muttering on his way up the stairs, barely heard above the crackle of the lamps and the words of the old timers...

"It's me you're lookin' for."

He took his seat and waited for them to join him and ask their questions.

Slythe: I wait a short while before joining him. I want to see if he has anyone following him, and I don't want to seem too eager for whatever he's going to offer.

I want to know what he's proposing, what the risks are, and what the reward is. I try to keep my questions pretty neutral and keep my cards close to my chest; I don't want to seem too keen, nor too unwilling - but I'm not going to agree to anything until I've heard the whole plan.