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Rockstar · 04-09-2007, 11:09 PM

CHAPTER 2
ACT IV
Nashkell, A Town With Troubles. Part II

After some much needed sleep Merick walked down and put down half the gold he owed the in keeper and walked straight out. Merick walked down the main road and over a bridge when he ran into a man who was clearly another Red Wizard of Thay. “Greetings stranger. My name is Edwin, but you may call me, Sir.” Merick did not look impressed as the wizard continued “I would require you muscle on a task that need-“ Merick butted in. “Save me your words wizard. I have already killed four of your kind on my way here.” Edwin’s eyes lit up and foolishly lost his patients to a warrior within a sword’s reach. He began to cast, only to be slashed diagonally up his body before being kicked in the chest and tumbling over the railing into the lake. It was early in the morning and nobody saw, and even if they did, it was another self defense.

Merick continued down the street looking for the bounty collector to see whether this bounty was worth his time or not. Merick stopped when he saw a large temple on his left. This building was the only modern looking building in the town, built of limestone instead of straw and wood. Merick walked in and spoke to the priest about the tomb he had found in the lighthouse. The priest examined it. “I had read much about this book, but never had I thought that I would see it. There is a spell in this book which when cast can allow one’s wounds to regenerate overnight!” Merick stroked his beard intrigued and replied “So the legends were true… Can you cast it on me.” The priest nodded excitedly “Yes, sir. With your dwarven fortitude you should be nearly infallible! Remember the spell can only be cast once ever!” Merick looked at him impatiently “Just cast it…”
The priest cast the spell on Merick which surrounded him in a cloud of blue and white energy which absorbed into his skin. Merick did not feel any different but maybe the effects would show later. Merick paid for identifying the book, left the book on the table and walked out.

Merick walked down the street to find a fat man standing next to a wall with white posters of bounties for collection. Merick approached the man, who smiled with delight the moment he saw Merick. The man spoke, “Ah, you must be Greywolf. You must be here to collect your bounty…. Have you taken care of Prism?” Merick replied “In due time, may I please have my bounty.” The stupid collector gave Merick 200 gold just as another man joined the two. The stranger carried a spear and wore light chain mail and introduced himself to Merick as the Mayor of Nashkel. “Finally” The Mayor said with delight. “A warrior capable of solving the riddle of our decaying mines. What was your name sir dwarf?” Merick replied in a low tone “Merick.” The collector’s face screwed up in disgust but he held his silence in the presence of the Mayor. The Mayor continued. “We are the only mine in the southern half of the Sword Coast and have enjoyed unrivaled income from the mines. Well that was until the mines all of a sudden started producing dirty weak iron. We can’t use even half of what we harvest out of it, and what we do use is still of very poor quality. It’s funny that not long after we started experiencing problems with our mines that the northern mine of Cloakwood began having the exact same problems. There is obviously another force at work here but miners have gone missing and nobody dares go down there and” Merick had head enough and asked the simple question “What is my reward?” The Mayor replied sternly “Your reward will be a small fortune by anybody’s standards.” Merick turned and walked away and yelled out. “Hold on to ye gold… I will be back for it.

Merick walked and pondered. “Two rewards in the same town… Funny a how troubled town of weaklings can have it’s uses when they are willing to pay a substantial amount to have their problems solved.” Merick wanted nothing more than to slay the town and take it’s gold, but he still had to keep his reputation low for now and would play by the book. Captain Brage seemed like a good place to start. The Captain had been seen fleeing to the west, probably to seek the cover of the forest. The sword he had found was clearly cursed some how and the man probably was not responsible for his actions, but to Merick money was money. Merick headed west out of the town after Captain Brage.

[ 04-09-2007, 11:39 PM: Message edited by: Rockstar ]

04-09-2007, 11:09 PM	#13
Rockstar Zhentarim Guard Join Date: January 4, 2003 Location: Australia Posts: 300	CHAPTER 2 ACT IV Nashkell, A Town With Troubles. Part II After some much needed sleep Merick walked down and put down half the gold he owed the in keeper and walked straight out. Merick walked down the main road and over a bridge when he ran into a man who was clearly another Red Wizard of Thay. “Greetings stranger. My name is Edwin, but you may call me, Sir.” Merick did not look impressed as the wizard continued “I would require you muscle on a task that need-“ Merick butted in. “Save me your words wizard. I have already killed four of your kind on my way here.” Edwin’s eyes lit up and foolishly lost his patients to a warrior within a sword’s reach. He began to cast, only to be slashed diagonally up his body before being kicked in the chest and tumbling over the railing into the lake. It was early in the morning and nobody saw, and even if they did, it was another self defense. Merick continued down the street looking for the bounty collector to see whether this bounty was worth his time or not. Merick stopped when he saw a large temple on his left. This building was the only modern looking building in the town, built of limestone instead of straw and wood. Merick walked in and spoke to the priest about the tomb he had found in the lighthouse. The priest examined it. “I had read much about this book, but never had I thought that I would see it. There is a spell in this book which when cast can allow one’s wounds to regenerate overnight!” Merick stroked his beard intrigued and replied “So the legends were true… Can you cast it on me.” The priest nodded excitedly “Yes, sir. With your dwarven fortitude you should be nearly infallible! Remember the spell can only be cast once ever!” Merick looked at him impatiently “Just cast it…” The priest cast the spell on Merick which surrounded him in a cloud of blue and white energy which absorbed into his skin. Merick did not feel any different but maybe the effects would show later. Merick paid for identifying the book, left the book on the table and walked out. Merick walked down the street to find a fat man standing next to a wall with white posters of bounties for collection. Merick approached the man, who smiled with delight the moment he saw Merick. The man spoke, “Ah, you must be Greywolf. You must be here to collect your bounty…. Have you taken care of Prism?” Merick replied “In due time, may I please have my bounty.” The stupid collector gave Merick 200 gold just as another man joined the two. The stranger carried a spear and wore light chain mail and introduced himself to Merick as the Mayor of Nashkel. “Finally” The Mayor said with delight. “A warrior capable of solving the riddle of our decaying mines. What was your name sir dwarf?” Merick replied in a low tone “Merick.” The collector’s face screwed up in disgust but he held his silence in the presence of the Mayor. The Mayor continued. “We are the only mine in the southern half of the Sword Coast and have enjoyed unrivaled income from the mines. Well that was until the mines all of a sudden started producing dirty weak iron. We can’t use even half of what we harvest out of it, and what we do use is still of very poor quality. It’s funny that not long after we started experiencing problems with our mines that the northern mine of Cloakwood began having the exact same problems. There is obviously another force at work here but miners have gone missing and nobody dares go down there and” Merick had head enough and asked the simple question “What is my reward?” The Mayor replied sternly “Your reward will be a small fortune by anybody’s standards.” Merick turned and walked away and yelled out. “Hold on to ye gold… I will be back for it. Merick walked and pondered. “Two rewards in the same town… Funny a how troubled town of weaklings can have it’s uses when they are willing to pay a substantial amount to have their problems solved.” Merick wanted nothing more than to slay the town and take it’s gold, but he still had to keep his reputation low for now and would play by the book. Captain Brage seemed like a good place to start. The Captain had been seen fleeing to the west, probably to seek the cover of the forest. The sword he had found was clearly cursed some how and the man probably was not responsible for his actions, but to Merick money was money. Merick headed west out of the town after Captain Brage. [ 04-09-2007, 11:39 PM: Message edited by: Rockstar ]