| Start in a city called Torlen known for its haberdasheries. As a tailor, Mel has an interest in visiting this city.
The city is currently in a revolution called the Beautification among its Clergy and a spiritual revival has seized the population focused on renovation and renewal of the stagnating culture of the city.
This Awakening was spurred by a guild of iconoclastic artisans.
Mel is currently spending the night at an Inn known as the Shivering Bonnet. |
One August morning, on the fifth day (out of six) of the last week (out of five), Mel wakes up and enters the dining hall and orders his favorite dish, Turtle Strips. |
A young man with coiffed whispy hair called to get the attention of Mel. "You strike me as an adventurer. Can't put my finger on exactly why, but I could use your help." |
Mel raised an eyebrow at Orwell. "I'll do what I can. I can't say I'm the most experience adventurer." |
"Well, you see..." Orwell muttered "Madalena Everstone works the Tannery. She raised me as her own, and now in her advanced age, needs her medicine if she is going to do her work. But lately, it hasn't been arriving at all and I worry someone is intercepting it."
"So you want me to figure out who is stopping Madalena from getting her medicine deliveries? That shouldn't be too much trouble. I'll head over as soon as I'm finished eating my Turtle Strips."
"Turtle Strips? That's a new one. Does anyone else serve it?
I'm honestly surprised I like it myself... |
Orwell is now seeking help at the Shivering Bonnet. Mel is able and willing to help.
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Mel goes to the Tannery to investigate what’s going on. As he is walking into the Tannery, Mel encounters a shadowy figure walking out. He wore large leather boots with a wide-brimmed hat and a single eye peeking down through a thick mat of hair going down over his shoulders. He raised a hand and jabbed a sixth finger into Mel’s face. “Don’t get involved. It’s not worth it.” he growled. Without another second of hesitation, Mel walked briskly down the street and disappeared into a crowd.
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Once inside, Mel meets an extravagantly dressed woman wearing an ornate dark leather outfit, treated to shine nearly as brightly as polished armor, its gleam only interrupted by an embroidered insignia on the sleeve. “Welcome to my Tannery. My name is Madalena Everstone, how can I be of assistance?”
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“Are you the Guardian of Orwell? I found him at the Shivering Bonnet and he was worried about a medicine delivery being interrupted. I thought I would come by to help.”
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“I’m sorry, that’s not anything that can be helped. Orwell is such an optimistic boy but I think I’m going to need to place the order again.”
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Mel thinks back on the foreboding figure who was walking out and started to wonder if coercion is at play.
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“Are you being threatened? There was a man just walking out who threatened me to not come in.”
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Madalena purses her lips and looks to the door. “I want you to understand that pursuing this matter will be at great risk to your life. That man’s name is Snilimar the White and he is a powerful Alteration Wizard. Stay very far away from him if you can, but if you can find out how and why he is disrupting medicine deliveries, you may find a way to help me. Do not bother that horrible Wizard unless you feel you absolutely must.”
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“Thank you for your concern. I am but a simple Tailor and do not have a storied past of adventuring and villain-thwarting. But I can not permit someone to abuse magic in this way. I am not only helping you but the many others who may be endangered by Snilimar’s disruption of medical deliveries. Besides, it has been an aspiration of mine to become an Investigator. If I can only direct law enforcement to apprehend this man, I think I will be that much closer to realizing my loftier professional goals.”
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“I can’t stand to listen to you a moment longer. You’re wounding my heart with the thought that Snilimar will become wise to your mission and stop you before you even begin.” Madalena choked back tears and shooed Mel out of her Tannery. Orwell was found waiting outside.
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“I want to come with you and help you take down Snilimar.” Orwell extended a hand to Mel who gladly took it in a firm and resolute handshake.
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