Monday 20 November 2017

The First Rule of Thieves’ Guild…


Nitendae sighs as he strolls around the De Montebank townhouse.

It’s been over two weeks since he returned to NomPariel and no amount of talking to the inhabitants of this city has helped garner information on the elusive Drow or Death worshippers.

Nitendae had hoped that the Clerics of Pelor and Fharlanghn would provide a lead but so far… Nothing.

The Elf has no recourse but to approach the NomPariel thieves guild…

Nitendae rereads his, now crumpled, letter…

Nitendae.

The cost of membership to our Nompariel guild varies from applicant to applicant, depending on their area of expertise.

Your entry to our guild will be a single, unharmed bird from the dovecote of the famed merchant: Guile De Montebank.

If successful, deliver it to me in the concealed room at the back at the ‘Queen’s Gambit’.

Good luck,

Valois.

It’s been nearly a month since he received the letter but Nitendae had initially been distracted by an urgent mission to Coffin Butte. Since then, he’d been deliberating how to actually achieve the required membership feat.

The request seems too ‘cheap’ and he hasn’t even be able to find out who the mysterious ‘Valois’ is.

His elven senses tingle with a sense of foreboding.

After appraising the property, he found it to be lavish but relatively well guarded, with high outer walls, a strong metal gate and private guards.

Not impossible though.

The merchant is often away but his glamorous middle-aged wife; the Lady Montebank and her attendants are usually around.

Also, Nitendae is concerned about exploiting his less-than-subtle companions.

Still, Bastien and Demitasse have asked him to use his contacts and unless he joins the thieves guild, he doesn’t have any to ask.

His friends will all help him if he asks and the job will be easier with lookouts and distracters.

Marlon, the cumbersome Fighter had already agreed to help, on the condition that ‘No doves are harmed in the undertaking of this home invasion’.

Despite Nitendae’s misgivings, one thing is certain; If joins the NomPariel Thieves’ guild, he’ll have access to a great deal more information.

Perhaps the information they need to break the dark conspiracy...

Or perhaps just access to a well paid score?

Friday 17 November 2017

A Hole lot of Profit


As you’re all (except Demitasse) staying in ‘The Hole in the Wall’ while in Nom Pariel, your basic living costs are reduced to nothing. In fact, since the previous owner: Dunkan has stopped milking the profits, ‘The Hole in the Wall’ is actually making money for you..

The Tavern daily profits on food and drink

Ale: At 3cp per Mug = 2gp per day
Food:  Cold at 1sp =  2gp per day
Food:  Hot at 2sp =  2gp per day

3 x Rooms for rent: 5sp per night = 0gp
(All rooms occupied by Party)

Sub-total profit = 6gp

The Tavern running costs

Costs in on food and drink = 1/3 = -2gp

Sub-total profit = 4gp

Local gang (The West-Side Slum Lords) ‘protection’ = 1gp per day

Sub-total profit = 3gp

Rosey’s salary = 3sp per day (and a room)

Sub-total profit = 2.7gp

Two cleaning girls (Luxina and Omona) = 2sp per day each = 4sp

Sub-total profit = 2.3gp

Building works:

Ricky the carpenter and Perry the mason
(working budget 3sp per day for ongoing repairs…including materials).

Sub-total profits = 2gp

Annual City tax =  5cp
(% dependant upon business type, zone and proximity to city centre.)

Music: Dillon the beardy lutist plays for just drinks, food and tips.

Food and drink for the five party members = 1gp, 1sp, 5cp

Total Average Daily profit = 8sp!

Friday 3 November 2017

Thursday 2 November 2017

A Safe in the Hole


After her trip to the gem merchants’ district in the centre of the city, Sereena returns to ‘The Hole in the Wall’ adorned in expensive looking jewellery.
‘Wow Sereena… You look… Great!”
Marlon is incapable of hiding his feelings for his sorceress companion but he knows that she doesn’t feel the same.
“Thanks”, she replies, “But I didn’t feel that confident riding back here alone.”
Marlon looks embarrassed.
“Sorry Sereena. I 'ad a chore of me own that I had to take care of.”
It’s only then, that the bejeweled sorceress notices the carpenters and blacksmiths, working in the backroom where Rosey keeps the food stock and keys.
“What have you done Marlon?”
The huge warrior smiles.
“Well, I thought about what you said abaut carryin' around all our gold. I still had a lot left over after I paid all me debts, so I thought I’d leave it here wiv Rosey.”
Sereena looks skeptical.
“You can’t expect Rosey to guard your gold for you.”
Marlon smiles again.
“That's what she said but after talking abaut it, she suggested this.”
With a gesture, Marlon points to the large, heavy, wrought iron box about to be lowered into a hole in the floor.
“You’ve bought a safe?!”
Marlon continues to smile.
“Yep.”
Sereena looks stunned.
“You bought a safe to sit within a low rent tavern, bordering the West-side slums?”
Marlon’s smile falters.
“… Er… Yes.”
The sorceress sighs.
“You realise that the safe you’ve just bought, probably costs more that the building it’s going to be cemented in and that it’ll be a target for every lowlife for miles around?”
Marlon’s smile brightens a bit.
“What else was I ta do wiv it all? Anyway, I still has hundreds of gold coins left and no-one’s bovered Rosey since we got back.”
Sereena sighs again.
“And when we’re not here?”
Marlon’s smile fails.
“… Oh.”

Marlon paid 200gp for a top quality safe and gave the spare key to Rosey.

He also visits Captain Lowe, his old friends in the Nom Pariel regulars, where he ‘donates’ 50gp to their ‘relief fund’ in exchange for them extending their patrol to cover Rosey’s tavern. 

Lastly, Marlon gives Rosey another 50gp to cover the ongoing costs of a beer and a hot meal for whenever the Nom Pariel regulars drop by.