Black Knives: City

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You leave the HQ for the city. You enter the gates, nodding to the guards, who look bored. Of course, since the black knives operate secretly he has no idea your a member of the large crime organization.

The city is split up into three sections. Residential (houses, along with the mayor's home and a few government related buildings) Commercial (shops, bank, inns and taverns, etc) and the Port (docks, ships, everything you'd find in a port.)

Where do you want to head to.

Commercial, into a tavern.

You walk into a tavern called Fireside Tavern, it seems nice enough. Cozy and affordable, it seems to have a very friendly atmosphere, you can see people chatting at the bar, the bartender and barmaids are all talking to people as they work. One table cheers and clanks their glasses together and downs them. The only person in there that seems odd is a young man sitting alone in front of a fireplace, occassionally sipping at his ale.

I guess I'll talk to the guy who's alone.

You sit down next to him, greeting him.

He looks at you and gulps his ale.

He says to you. "My name is Dale. Your the first person to say anything to me all day.

He gets up and streches, and you notice a tatoo on him. A red sword. You recognize it as the mark of one who has deserted the army after years of excellent service. You know that those who serve for a short time or not so outstanding service are executed, but those who don't are merely given the mark when caught. It is a mark of shame and those with it often become outcasts.

He sits back down and stares at the fire.

"So what do you want?"

Vys: Why did you desert the army?

"I was tired of fighting. I was in there for 10 years, I was one of the top soldiers, so they wanted me to stay. But i was sick of it all, so I left. They caught me and gave me the tatoo.

Why do you care anyway?"

[ April 29, 2004, 03:00 PM: Message edited by: Marth ]

Vys: Hm... are you out of work?

"yea... Few people want anything to do with a deserter."

Vys: I've got some work for you... I'm sure you've heard of the Black Knives, yes? Well... we can always use some help. If you'd like I can take you to HQ.

He glares at you.

"Well, if I was still a military man, I would turn you in right now. I quit the army since I was sick of fighting. The black knives aren't exactly better in that regards. However, I do need money. I won't join, but if you ever need my services, I'll help for a price. If you wish to keep in contact, you can usually find me here, or in the training center down the street. Well, I'm off."

He nods to you, goes over to the bartender, pays and leaves.

You gained Dale as a contact.

what now?

I guess I'll leave and get a mission from HQ.