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As the sun slowly sinks into the sky, only the odd sound of crickets and wolf howls can be heard in the distance. Everyone and everything seems to go to sleep, as the sun casts it's last rays of life-giving light over the earth. People gather either at the tavern, or head home, heavly dragging their tired feet after them, tired from a full's day of work.
All sinks into silence, the streets into darkness, not even the guards can be seen on the street, more than one, maybe half-drunken one, that pretends to patroll, only to colapse into the gutter five meters later.
Upon parting from the town, not even the light comming from the tall houses is able to penetrate the thick night that is slowly laying over the surroundings. Only a small flicker can be seen in the distance, so small that it is barely noticable, somewhere near the arena.
There seems to be a gathering of sorts. People, dressed in black, obviously armed with various weapons and armors, chatter silently into the darkness, their whispers not being louder than the wind itself. In the middle of them, the halfling Silverster holds a small lamp, trying restlessly to mask it's given light.
What are you looking at, you lowlife?the halfling rants towards you, as he notices your presence. Are you lost? Or maybe you are here to make a small donation?he points the small lamp towards your face, lifting a brow slightly, as if trying to recognise you. Are you looking for our services? We always provide, do not worry. We take care of things. Permanently.
What do you need? The services of one of our luscious companionship ladies? Or maybe someone has upsetted you and you need him out of your way.. permanently? Or just have him be teached a simple lesson in respect...
Or maybe you require the services of our proffesional.. hunters, trackers and retrievers?
All is possible! ... for the right price that is.
Just tell me what you need and we see what we can do about it! Or maybe... you wish to join us?((PM to this account))
He blows on the lamp's flame, taking a waiting position in front of you. By now you realise that the others are also fixing you with their silent gaze.
As you walk through all towns and settlements, you see many parchments randomly pinned about, on trees, doors, some even sticked on the town's pigs.
Ladies and gentlemen!
The Legitimate Buisnessmen's Association now recruits! All come if you are interested in an easy, very rewarding job! Just drop a note at Silvester ((PM this account)) , the halfling, with your name/nickname and abilities, if you feel like you can fill one of our job descriptions!
Available jobs:
- Easy woman
- Pocket Explorer
- Problem Maker
- Problem Solver
- Bridge Watcher
- Donation Collector
- Hit Person
- Excessively large breasted woman
Word travels among the associates that all capable fighters are expected to start putting pressure on Tol Vanima and the Farmers Union. It is said that the boss will pay his members quite well for each business transaction that takes place within those lands.
Also a few individuals are told that the building known as the seahorse is now under the protection of the The Legitimate Businessmen's Association. Anyone that expresses ill will towards the building or its owners are expected to be slain on sight.
Citizens in Trollsbane may notice quite a few shady individuals venturing to town to purchase fairly large quantities of food, ale and other wares usually associated with celebratory events.
Some quiet nights, when Silvester is a bit drunker than usual, you hear him bragging about how the woman named Velisai was "taken care of" because she led to the arrest of one of the guild's members.
"No one sticks their nose into our dealings and gets away with it!", Silvester laughs to himself, drinking from a wierd looking bottle.
Also, rumor travels in the town that fires have recently been spotted on the lands of the Farmer's Union which seem to happen almost on daily basis. People laugh in the tavern saying that the farmers must be either mad or enjoying punishment, since they equally refuse to pay the bandits or ask for any assistance from other guilds.
Upon traveling towards the Farmers Union, one would see a hangman's noose tied to the branches of a tall tree, probably put there by the bandits in sign of warning.
Rumor also has it that the situation on Vanima has been quiet since a few weeks now. One would wonder if the bandits were chased away by some incredible elven army, or they simply give the elfs time to resolve their Elder issues. "Must be bad for buisiness to hit one while he's down", people say.
