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Recruiting - LoR Freebuild
“Bah! He wasn’t so tough, I could take him with one hand behind my back,” grunted one of the dragon soldiers as he tore into a fish. The man to his left coughed and laughed as he guzzled down his ale. “Sure you could. Did you know who that was? That was THE Grogkarn of the northern wastes. He could tear your limbs off, he could. I heard him grumbled he traveled all the way from Garheim to meet with Drakk, so you know the rumors of his prowess must be true.”
“Bah!” the first soldier responded with a dismissive wave and he too drank his ale. The others chuckled and continued to eat their dinner.
The soldiers were guarding a sea fort gifted to Drakk by the Baron himself. It served as one of Drakk’s outposts, a study for his magics, a prison, and a vault for some of his treasures. Today it served as a meeting spot for some of the Badland’s most infamous mercenaries--Drakk was recruiting.
Commander Ester, lieutenant of the Baron and liaison to Drakk, stood in the antechamber along with two grey robed monks and three strangers. One was leaning against the stairwell, a middle aged man with graying hair and wrinkles with a permanent scowl on his face. He wore leather armor and had various weapons strapped all over along with an impressive collection of vials filled with poisons and swirling vapors strapped to his belt. Another stood boldly in front of the fireplace, warming his hands and grinning an evil smile. Large for a hobgoblin, he wore dark armor with ancient runes, no doubt looted from some forgotten temple. The third man stood frowning in front of Commander Ester. He dwarfed the other men in the chamber. His muscles tensed and his bold mustache bristled as he spoke to the Commander.
“Please, gentleman, wait your turn,” the Commander pleaded to those assembled. “The Sorcerer will speak to you soon.”
“I have not traveled all the way from Garhiem to wait in this blasted room!” Roared the half-giant. The hobgoblin regarded his gloves as he spoke up, “Yes indeed. My boys waiting outside the walls are not the most patient sort.” The assassin merely continued to lean, his scowl deepening.
Behind the large doors Drakk sat behind his desk and regarded his first interviewee. A bald man with a dark beard, he wore black decorated silk robes and carried a staff. He could sense the magic flowing off the man, and knew the reputation of the illusionist was not one of exaggeration. “Nozif the Illusionist, welcome. I’ll get to the point, the Baron has sent out a rallying cry to bolster our numbers. I personally desire only the best money can buy to join my list of allies, and so here you are. What do you say?”
Nozif inclined his head as a token of respect. “Word of your power and ambition reaches even my ears Drakk the Dragon Sorcerer. I would be honored to be considered your ally.”
“Excellent, I will be in touch my friend.” With another nod, Nozif walked back to the doors to exit the chamber. “Three more to go…” Drakk muttered to himself.
Recruiting - LoR Freebuild
“Bah! He wasn’t so tough, I could take him with one hand behind my back,” grunted one of the dragon soldiers as he tore into a fish. The man to his left coughed and laughed as he guzzled down his ale. “Sure you could. Did you know who that was? That was THE Grogkarn of the northern wastes. He could tear your limbs off, he could. I heard him grumbled he traveled all the way from Garheim to meet with Drakk, so you know the rumors of his prowess must be true.”
“Bah!” the first soldier responded with a dismissive wave and he too drank his ale. The others chuckled and continued to eat their dinner.
The soldiers were guarding a sea fort gifted to Drakk by the Baron himself. It served as one of Drakk’s outposts, a study for his magics, a prison, and a vault for some of his treasures. Today it served as a meeting spot for some of the Badland’s most infamous mercenaries--Drakk was recruiting.
Commander Ester, lieutenant of the Baron and liaison to Drakk, stood in the antechamber along with two grey robed monks and three strangers. One was leaning against the stairwell, a middle aged man with graying hair and wrinkles with a permanent scowl on his face. He wore leather armor and had various weapons strapped all over along with an impressive collection of vials filled with poisons and swirling vapors strapped to his belt. Another stood boldly in front of the fireplace, warming his hands and grinning an evil smile. Large for a hobgoblin, he wore dark armor with ancient runes, no doubt looted from some forgotten temple. The third man stood frowning in front of Commander Ester. He dwarfed the other men in the chamber. His muscles tensed and his bold mustache bristled as he spoke to the Commander.
“Please, gentleman, wait your turn,” the Commander pleaded to those assembled. “The Sorcerer will speak to you soon.”
“I have not traveled all the way from Garhiem to wait in this blasted room!” Roared the half-giant. The hobgoblin regarded his gloves as he spoke up, “Yes indeed. My boys waiting outside the walls are not the most patient sort.” The assassin merely continued to lean, his scowl deepening.
Behind the large doors Drakk sat behind his desk and regarded his first interviewee. A bald man with a dark beard, he wore black decorated silk robes and carried a staff. He could sense the magic flowing off the man, and knew the reputation of the illusionist was not one of exaggeration. “Nozif the Illusionist, welcome. I’ll get to the point, the Baron has sent out a rallying cry to bolster our numbers. I personally desire only the best money can buy to join my list of allies, and so here you are. What do you say?”
Nozif inclined his head as a token of respect. “Word of your power and ambition reaches even my ears Drakk the Dragon Sorcerer. I would be honored to be considered your ally.”
“Excellent, I will be in touch my friend.” With another nod, Nozif walked back to the doors to exit the chamber. “Three more to go…” Drakk muttered to himself.