12th Random Encounter
[Red Mage got another important regain back in the mail about a week ago, and now he's finally ready to implement the next part of his plan to escape Mayfield. Which is to say, volunteering for and completing every stupid random quest the rest of the town is willing to give him. He doesn't have his dice yet back, but with the Rite of Stat Swap returned to him, he's at least been able to convert his own character sheet into a few different game systems that use six-siders. After all, it never hurts to have backups or to change one's perspective periodically. So, armed with several new iterations of his own stat block, a cheery handwritten note, and his best friend Black Mage, he's now going door to door looking for ways to get some bonus XP to further augment his abilities.
Whenever a door is answered, whichever lucky denizen of the house answers is treated to this hyperactive and possibly insane fellow dressed all in red thrusting one of his notes in their face, along with a pudgy and somewhat foul-smelling little troll of a man wearing blue bedsheets folded into a crude robe and a paper bag over his head. And without even skipping a beat, Red Mage starts right in on business.]
Greetings, potential quest-giver! If I might have a moment of your time, please take one of these fliers and give it a quick read. My traveling companion and I are officially offering our services for a nominal fee that I am sure you will find quite agreeable.
[For anyone who actually bothers to read the note, the text follows as such.]
Dear Sir or Madam,
I represent a troupe of adventurers. We are currently offering to fulfill quests!
Available services include, but are not limited to, the righting of wrongs, the slaying of beasts, and the collection of items whether fantastic or mundane - possibly in relation to the previous two.
Sincerely,
The Light Warriors - saving you from the horrible fate of not helping us
((OOC: Black Mage's player is on hiatus at Otakon, but he gave me godmod rights, which I am now invoking for the lulz and so BM will have something fresh to be pissed about when he gets back. He won't be responding to anything aside from standing slightly behind Red Mage and shaking with rage while swearing under his breath in eldritch tongues long dead to human ears.))
Whenever a door is answered, whichever lucky denizen of the house answers is treated to this hyperactive and possibly insane fellow dressed all in red thrusting one of his notes in their face, along with a pudgy and somewhat foul-smelling little troll of a man wearing blue bedsheets folded into a crude robe and a paper bag over his head. And without even skipping a beat, Red Mage starts right in on business.]
Greetings, potential quest-giver! If I might have a moment of your time, please take one of these fliers and give it a quick read. My traveling companion and I are officially offering our services for a nominal fee that I am sure you will find quite agreeable.
[For anyone who actually bothers to read the note, the text follows as such.]
Dear Sir or Madam,
I represent a troupe of adventurers. We are currently offering to fulfill quests!
Available services include, but are not limited to, the righting of wrongs, the slaying of beasts, and the collection of items whether fantastic or mundane - possibly in relation to the previous two.
Sincerely,
The Light Warriors - saving you from the horrible fate of not helping us
((OOC: Black Mage's player is on hiatus at Otakon, but he gave me godmod rights, which I am now invoking for the lulz and so BM will have something fresh to be pissed about when he gets back. He won't be responding to anything aside from standing slightly behind Red Mage and shaking with rage while swearing under his breath in eldritch tongues long dead to human ears.))