Welcome to the Eleventh night of Dice-ember where we start to see the events that stem from the greatest prank the source of mischief in Rimeglenn have attempted. Well that’s what they believe but the people in Rimeglenn may not share the same perspective.
So sit back, grab a seasonal beverage and let’s roll into the holiday season!
The Greatest Prank
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The rage that exploded from Rick caused the ceiling to rain dust. He had left Wal and Pete to go over the plan and had gone home to get a good night’s rest. But rest was short and bitter as he woke to pounding on his door. Opening the door he was greeted by the sight of Wal, quivering as he held a sack in front of him.
“Boss. There is a problem. The map it…” he got out before Rick’s large hand clasped over his mouth and dragged him towards the inside of his home. The look on Rick’s face told Wal everything he needed to know, ‘Not here, not now‘. “I’ll meet you at the meeting place.” Wal snivelled as soon as Rick’s hand came free before the man darted off and ran down the snow covered street. Rick sighed, Wal got worked up over nothing so easily,
Putting his old long coat on he looked back to say farewell to his sister who smiled at him from the bed. Soon he would have what he needed to get her feeling better. The Trek across the city to the Burgundy Brigand wasn’t too hard and the owner smiled and offered him a drink as he walked through the door. “Not today Net, business to attend to. Are the others here?” he said with a polite smile and a wave of his hand. Net Gestured to the trap door in the kitchen and Rick descended the stairs. For a big guy he was quiet on his feet and as he descended the ladder he caught bits of the conversation.
“I say that we go find this person and take it back from ’em” one voice said, Simon – one of Wal’s henchmen.
“Nah Rick wont like that. Keep it quiet or they may go to the guard.” Pete said, his voice rumbling louder than the stools and tables that moved about up stairs.
“What won’t I like…?” he asked as he turned the corner to have his face revealed by the lantern on the table. Wal sat on a chair and looked nervously at a letter on the table. Approaching it he spied a receipt. “Reported stolen goods….” the title read. Reading the letter quickly he picked out a person’s name, the goods listed as stolen and a report that they were one of the victims of the mischievous thieves.
“What’s the problem? We are taking these dockets now to try and swindle people out of goods. Wal what happened to the Map that got you all flustered?” he asked as he stood at the table with arms crossed.
“The map was stolen, this was in its place” Pete said calmly.
“Ah…” Rick said as he looked down at the paper. Either it was left accidently when the thieves stole the map or, more likely, the tricksters had swapped this piece of paper for his map. “Well I guess we better find the poor soul who lost this bit of Paper. I believe they will be wanting it back, and they may have something we want in return. Well, that is, they better have my map.” Rick said as he grabbed up the paper and carefully put it into his coat pocket.
Another night and another set of Dice-ember content! Tonight we lay down the foundations for the first major part of the adventure, the confrontation with the Bloody Knuckles. So don’t forget to come back each day as we continue to evolve this adventure and as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
Brazen Wolfe Tabletop 