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Campaign: The Pendulum

You had received the calling abruptly through mysterious channels. For some, you found a scrolltube inserted into your inventory by some rogue type, and a missing item of trivial importance (a fork, tinderbox, or other device of insignificance). Others tell of a sending via message spell or courier falcon, yet whatever mode of delivery the message was the same: A private meeting in the bowels of the Boardshead Inn.

You are forthwith summoned to attendance of a very private meeting being held and conducted by a very private gentleman. One of outstanding noble character, whom specifically seeks your talents in very important matters.

There will be profitable work involved, and rest certain said work will not only be rewarding in and of itself but will carry great weight with one of the noble houses of Nyr.

Thank you for your interest. Said meeting shalt be held one week from the date of

Today. 

The Boarshead Inn was a popular waypoint station for large caravan trains braving the highway of the old mariners road from Jez’zur to the far southeast all the way to the Kingdom Nyr. There was nothing particularly unique or strange about it at all. The patronage consisted for the most part of simple farmers bound for the city Lor to the west to ply their crops at the markets, mounted patrols, couriers, merchants and down on their luck sellswords.

Once inside, you realized the summons never told you HOW to find the person who contacted you.  After waiting for some time, your patience thinning you suddenly saw a thread of gold leading from your table to the staircase leading towards the hallway. Nobody else you realize could see this thread except for you, and they couldn’t be wrested from their drinks and evening meals.

After following and further investigating, you come to a trapdoor where the groom of the Inn bades you enter. He has smart dark eyes and appears to be roughly around the same age as yourself. He tells you in a low din: “Please, head down into the winecellar and pull upon the torch sconce. A part of the wall will open, follow the passage that opens to the room at the end”

Guardedly, you follow suit, a hand rested upon your signature weapon. At the end of the secret passage lies a set of double doors, and opposite each is a guard clad in silver splint-mail, bearing an heraldic insignia that depicts a Pheonix clutching a quiver of Javelins.

You enter into a simple sub basement wrought from limestone, wherein a long rectangular teak dining table lies. Seated are several persons, adventurers or mercenaries perhaps. At the far end of the table is a man with a mane of dark brown hair kept at shoulders length, and intense eyes that seem alert yet full of a subtle mirth. He is quietly handsome with a noble countenance and peruses a stack of parchment scrolls upon his desk. You noticed one, through the candlelight that pierces its thinness bore your own portrait and had several paragraphs of common script wrote upon it.

Flocking this man is a magic-user clad in maroon red robes, with dark auburn hair and emerald green eyes. On the right, a man with a feline physique that has very dark slightly slanted eyes, hair, and style of dress. Two more besides, a blonde haired swordsman and a woman with silvery hair who looks to be half-elven.

The mage interrupts the seated lordly looking man, ‘my liege, they have arrived’

The man gives no indication or acknowledgment, finishing up his reading of the dossier type parchments he dips them into the candle flame where they incinerate. Then, he turns his eyes upon you all and smiles sincerely, rising. Then at last, he speaks in a rich baritone: “I thank you for following your own curiosity to this secret meeting. I picked a neutral meeting place instead of my manse in city Lor yonder. It is best maybe to avoid the scrutiny of the more nosier of my rival House Lords. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Lord Daynar, Duke of Beloray in northwest Nyr and Lord of House Succundus. I hail from a simple merchant family who has grown prosperous over the years, and like yourselves I have known difficult times and have gone through my own seachange on many occasion, through much suffering and triumphs.

This here on my right, your left is my hammer, Aronis Tenspells. You can identify him easily enough, just follow the smell of sulfur and bat dung, haha. This black haired hooligan is Orath my intelligence gatherer, and his brother from another mother Garosh Graycloak. Sable Solatra is the silver haired vixen there, be weary she is the weaponmaster of my house and perhaps one of the more capable fighters in all Lor.

These agents of my house speak on my behalf for the most part, when affairs of statecraft beg my full attention. They know my mind or various aspects of it enough to know my will, or various aspects thereof to speak on my behalf at times. Now, without further ado I will tell you why you have been summoned here.

I sought to formulate an intelligent and capable party that would be hungry for work,....... good work. There are policies and intrigues at play right in the royal capital of Lor that demand countering, subterfuge and shadowplay. My own loyal friends here are heavily burdened just keeping Lor on a straight path and fending off the petty machinations of this or that faction scheming for power.

If you are willing, and able you may begin your employment under my banner by signing the contracts at your seat. You will be given access to all the resources of House Succundus, whether training or access to pertinent intelligence. Anything to further your work and progress. Your handler will be own brother, Mortiasgus. He is unfortunately not here at the present moment, away in Jez’zur on business.

I'm sure many of you have queries to this, so don't hesitate. Speak up!