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by waysoftheearth » Tue Feb 19, 2013 10:05 pm
waysoftheearth wrote:
Jan Haaker, your adventure begins... now!
As an apprentice scribe and ledgerman to the modestly successful mercantile House of Klewge, you have had numerous opportunities to visit the Traders Concourse of Ket during your eduction, and indeed -- learned much secret lore in the bowels of its deep library archives.
On this particular occasion, while your master's third son -- one Jerred Klewge, a proud and cruel young man who has no particular fondness for you -- attends a tiresome debate on proposed tariffs and injunctions against several "Snork" traders (who seem to be cornering the market in recent times), you take leave of your official studies and descend to the vaults below the concourse library once more...
Way, way down in the deepest corner of the archives, where you have hidden your spell book, you begin your work in earnest -- you suspect that the library still has potent answers to yield; if only you can find them.
And so you continue your "other eduction" in your usual secret fashion...
Time passes and your candle begins to burn low.... when all all of a sudden, the bookshelf you are leaning on swivels about its vertical axis, and with a great groan and a plume of dust it makes way for you to tumble wholesale into a dark chute beyond.
Your candle winks out immediately and you slide uncontrollably into the darkness! You bump and bounce and frantically slide, until you momentarily seems to hang in complete blackness.
And then you slam into a wall. And then a floor.
And you lie in the cool darkness, dazed, for a moment regaining your breath...
After a minute or two, you realise that by some miracle you are largely unhurt, and that you'd better do something about your plight. The only question is... what to do?
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]