- Nov 9, 2008
“Korvosa, the Jewel of Varisia, had long sparkled on Varisia’s southern shore. Established 300 years ago by Cheliax at the height of the empire’s expansion, the city began to command its own destiny after a length of time. A line of Korvosan kings and queens emerged to rule the city, establishing an infamous seat of power --- the Crimson Throne. Rulers then sat upon the Crimson Throne for more than a century, and the city flourished. Yet the monarchy always seemed to be on the brink of disaster. The Crimson Throne… was not a prize to be won, so it was said --- it was a curse. No monarch of Korvosa had died of old age, and none managed to produce a heir during their rule. King Eodred II, the ruler at the beginning of this tale, controlled Korvosa more fully than any previous monarch. However, even then, many secretly counted the days until their latest king falls to what was known as the Curse of the Crimson Throne. It is at this time, that our tale of legends and destiny begins…”
There is a silence as the speaker stops to speak for a moment, then…a strum of a lute, as the narration resumes.
”Our story begins in the city of Korvosa, in the year 4708, with a man named Gaedren Lamm... a petty criminal whose crimes would lead to the unification of Korvosa’s greatest heroes…
It had been another long day of searching amidst the clutter streets of Korvosa, for the weary merchant’s son… a fruitless one at that. Throughout the numberless months of investigation, it had been easy enough to pin down the identity of the criminal that had deprived him of everything save for what he bore on his back. Gaedran Lamm, abductor of children, briber of guards, racketeer… truly simple enough. Yet finding him, as well as those that he had taken…well, that was a different story altogether. Exhausted, it was at that time when the urban ranger stopped to rest by the side of the street and perhaps to rummage through his backpack so as to check for any provisions by which he might have to momentarily occupy himself, that he found something strange in there that he hadn’t seen before… a card from a harrow deck. The Rabbit Prince to be exact. But what drew his attention more was the message written upon its back in black ink…
A few poorly feathered arrows…check. A dull knife or two…check. A passing gold coin from a careless merchant? Check. Information on Gaedran….not check. For such a well-known local figure, the crime lord was notoriously difficult to find nowadays,…especially as he was beginning to get on in the years. When he was in his younger years, and more directly active in his crime schemes, it was far easier to locate him and take the brunt of his brutalities. Nowadays however, it seemed as if he operated solely from his network of pickpockets and thugs. When the former street scamp began preparations to return home for the day, it would be then though, while inspecting her “acquisitions” that she found something strange…something she didn’t recall taking. A harrow card, The Cricket, with a peculiar message in black ink on the back of it…
*Schink* The sound of knife cutting flesh. Yet another knowledge-less henchman dropped to the cold ground of an alleyway, as Izak found himself at another dead end… Just great. Sure, it had been easy enough to find the name of who was dealing Shiver, but finding where he was? Not so much. Three “assassinations” later, and lengthy interrogations, and he was still without a lead as to where the man known as Gaedran Lamm resided…much to the rogue’s disapproval of course. It was then however, when he began to prepare the disposal of the body…that he found something strange laying upon the freshly slain body he hadn’t seen before. A harrow card, The Juggler, with a message upon its back that would perhaps bring a wicked smile to his face…
Irritably enough, it seemed that over the course of the years she was training for revenge, Gaedran had managed to become even harder to find, despite how often he seemed to be around when she had been enslaved under him in her youth. No matter who she tried to ask or where she attempted to look, there didn’t seem to be a trace of the bastard anywhere... Slippery old fox that he was. Just when the vengeance seeker had prepared to retire for the day, and began rummaging through her pockets to see if she still had enough for a night at the inn…it would be then that she found something strange in them. A harrow card, The Crows, with a highly interesting message on the back…
Working as a member of the town guard was…more stable than her previous job, at least. Arguably a tad safer too, given how the last thing even “remotely dangerous” she had done was breaking up a fight between a bad tempered gnome and a drunken dwarf at a bar. One would think that she might at least be sent to break up an operation by the murderer that had assaulted her and her previous employer, due to how notorious the man Gaedran Lamm was around these parts. But alas, the town guard has “bigger fish to fry”…fish that never really seemed to do anything as far as she could tell, but well…bigger fish still apparently. As Elizabeth prepared to retire from the day, perhaps leaving a tavern she had opted to stop at for a drink, after breaking up another worthless fight… it would be then that she noticed something odd at the bottom of the tankard she had been given…a Harrow card, The Locksmith, with a curious message upon its back…
A delicate girl like that, murder an able bodied, fully grown man? Hogwash. There was no way for that claim to have been true, even if her hairpin had been found at the scene, and even if the dagger found in her bag was indeed coated in the man’s blood. A few words with the fisherman had proved that to be the case, easily enough. Yet not enough to clear her name from the public’s eye, especially when the fisherman and the thug responsible seemed to disappear altogether. Not that it really matters, the engagement went through anyway, though the girl’s still too afraid to appear in public with how many would be “vigilantes” acted in the streets of Korvosa. Though if given a chance…such as from the message written on the back of a Harrow card mysteriously found upon the bedside table…The Rabbit Prince was it?...Well then, that might not be too bad.
The message inscribed upon the card is as follows:
”I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wrong me as well. I know where he dwells, yet can not strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at Sunset, Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate, and justice must be done.
Time of Day: Late Afternoon
Harrow Points Granted: 2
((Alright ladies and gentlemen, lets get this started. All of you have received a message from a mysterious benefactor claiming to having information on the crime lord that has wronged all of you. It's a DC 10 gather information check to find the place and get there, and taking ten is allowed. If you choose to roll however, know that the higher the result, the faster you get there. With that said, let the games begin.))