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01-31-2013, 02:44 PM
Hammer 16, Year of the Worm (1356 DR)
Dear Mumsy,
Yes, yes, I know that it is rare for me to write you so soon after the last letter, but I had completely forgotten to mention the people I've met!
Nickie is in Thay! No, not the one you like ... Nick Nightfall. It seems that he had been looking for me (something about 5 gold I "supposedly" owed him) and he ran into the same slavers I did! We traveled together for a bit, but I haven't seen him recently. He's likely in the backroom of some inn covered in his own vomit and other bodily fluids.
He still has the strange delusion of becoming a bard. Perhaps I'll let him transcribe the "Rah-sha-men" song. I'm sure it will be a hit for the first bard to perform it.
In the dungeons (No, I haven't been caught at anything recently. This is back from the "golden platemail" situation I've told you about.), I met a few interesting hin. The native responses to them are what convinced me to include the halflings in my Master Plan. They are short and sneaky ... you'd think the Thayans would realize that the next time you could use them to serve your own ends, they might just stab you in the back.
Well, perhaps not the back. They ARE rather short. But a dagger to the kidney is just as deadly.
A red haired tiefling was also there. Also a victim of discrimination, he seemed to be strangely loyal to "the system." Having some of the narrow-minded convictions of a paladin obviously leads to great loyalty. If I can convert him and other tieflings to follow me, they would prove a powerful part of my Master Plan.
Besides, he actually has a tail! No, mumsy, not a buttocks ... well, he does have one of those, too, naturally ... but a prehensile tail! Standing behind him, watching it, it's almost ... hypnotic.
Recently, I also met another individual who faces great discrimination in Thay. A tiny elf by the name of Eve. A strange child. Finding her oddities amusing, I decided to wait a bit before slapping some shackles on her. After seeing her use her handaxe on some ruffians, I'm glad that I waited! To remain safe, her capture would require some drugged drink or at least some time when she's naturally sleeping!
A young elven female of not horrid appearance and some competence ... probably 200 gold.
Strange eyes that add to the exotic factor ... maybe an extra 25 gold.
A wench who almost never speaks ... an extra 25 gold to the right buyer.
Having a rather boyish physique ... possibly up another 75 dependent upon the taste of the buyer.
Being a completely odd wench ... unfortunately would take off 50 or so. Sigh.
I find that I enjoy her company, though. She's like a fragile porcelain doll. You just want to tap at the cracked porcelain repeatedly to see how long it will take to shatter!
I kept her out of a spot of trouble the other day by claiming that she was my slave. I'll check to see if there is some sort of paperwork that would make it official. It would probably help her in Thay to carry a copy of such. If I can talk her into it, it would be quite amusing to actually legally make her my personal slave without her ever realizing it! With a little bit of manipulation, feelings of debt and gratitude are heavier shackles than steel will ever be. I think she would fill a useful role as a personal bodyguard or spy.
Well, I guess it's time for me to get back to that damn oven, mumsy. I swear the thing is cursed by Beshaba and has some dark sentience which hates me!
Toodles!
Your loving son,
Maurice
Dear Mumsy,
Yes, yes, I know that it is rare for me to write you so soon after the last letter, but I had completely forgotten to mention the people I've met!
Nickie is in Thay! No, not the one you like ... Nick Nightfall. It seems that he had been looking for me (something about 5 gold I "supposedly" owed him) and he ran into the same slavers I did! We traveled together for a bit, but I haven't seen him recently. He's likely in the backroom of some inn covered in his own vomit and other bodily fluids.
He still has the strange delusion of becoming a bard. Perhaps I'll let him transcribe the "Rah-sha-men" song. I'm sure it will be a hit for the first bard to perform it.
In the dungeons (No, I haven't been caught at anything recently. This is back from the "golden platemail" situation I've told you about.), I met a few interesting hin. The native responses to them are what convinced me to include the halflings in my Master Plan. They are short and sneaky ... you'd think the Thayans would realize that the next time you could use them to serve your own ends, they might just stab you in the back.
Well, perhaps not the back. They ARE rather short. But a dagger to the kidney is just as deadly.
A red haired tiefling was also there. Also a victim of discrimination, he seemed to be strangely loyal to "the system." Having some of the narrow-minded convictions of a paladin obviously leads to great loyalty. If I can convert him and other tieflings to follow me, they would prove a powerful part of my Master Plan.
Besides, he actually has a tail! No, mumsy, not a buttocks ... well, he does have one of those, too, naturally ... but a prehensile tail! Standing behind him, watching it, it's almost ... hypnotic.
Recently, I also met another individual who faces great discrimination in Thay. A tiny elf by the name of Eve. A strange child. Finding her oddities amusing, I decided to wait a bit before slapping some shackles on her. After seeing her use her handaxe on some ruffians, I'm glad that I waited! To remain safe, her capture would require some drugged drink or at least some time when she's naturally sleeping!
A young elven female of not horrid appearance and some competence ... probably 200 gold.
Strange eyes that add to the exotic factor ... maybe an extra 25 gold.
A wench who almost never speaks ... an extra 25 gold to the right buyer.
Having a rather boyish physique ... possibly up another 75 dependent upon the taste of the buyer.
Being a completely odd wench ... unfortunately would take off 50 or so. Sigh.
I find that I enjoy her company, though. She's like a fragile porcelain doll. You just want to tap at the cracked porcelain repeatedly to see how long it will take to shatter!
I kept her out of a spot of trouble the other day by claiming that she was my slave. I'll check to see if there is some sort of paperwork that would make it official. It would probably help her in Thay to carry a copy of such. If I can talk her into it, it would be quite amusing to actually legally make her my personal slave without her ever realizing it! With a little bit of manipulation, feelings of debt and gratitude are heavier shackles than steel will ever be. I think she would fill a useful role as a personal bodyguard or spy.
Well, I guess it's time for me to get back to that damn oven, mumsy. I swear the thing is cursed by Beshaba and has some dark sentience which hates me!
Toodles!
Your loving son,
Maurice