Good, you have two henchmen now, but no fucking idea where the hell you are! How silly. You decide, that you should gather information about this shithole. Have it some valuable ressources? Are there a king? Guards? A bloody blacksmith? So you wander aimlessly in the city, listening to the people and to your minions.
After some hours (it's late evening now) you gather some infos :
-This place is a free village, called Argethelm
-It's mostly export honey from the many beekeepers to the travelling merchants
-The town is ruled by Gerald of Growksi, elected mayor and "archjudge of great justice" (what a moronic name for a local law-giver)
-He's quite a tyrann
-There not many workers here. Only a tanner and a blacksmith, a rather rich man.
-Your companions
are really dumb. They're often in the pillory, because there are the local troublemakers
-Most of the mans works in beekeeping or fishing
- The local bewerage is "Earthblood". Heavy and sweet. Kinda tasty.
- They're no guards, beside the five hunters, that keeps the town rather safe. You think, you should kill them all.
- The local population doesn't like you much and fears you a little bit, because you're an outsider and troublemaker. But they don't hate you... yet.
Well, you landed here now... On the local market.
What now?Statistics:Name : John of Foster
Gender : male
Age : 23
Race : You're a mere human.
Abilities : - nothing particular
Stats : -average in everything
Corruption : - 0,001% (Corruption is the amount of dark magic and evilness in your body. More curroption, more power. Corruption will increase your stats.)
Infamy : 0.2 (Infamy is pretty self-explanatory, or?)
Inventory :Black vest : An average vest with some pockets sewed on it. It is out of deer leather.
Brown trousers : Brown trousers. There are comfy and out of wool. There no pockets on it.
Brown wandering boots : Comfy and durable. It has little spikes on the sole.
Black coat : A woolen coat, that keeps you warm.
Belt : A belt. Duh
-scabbard : A average leather scabbard
-Iron short sword : A rather crude sword out of durable iron. It seems familiar...
Minions:Klars : Human, strong, dump
Obdience : 10 Fear : 5
Halon : Human, strong,dumb
Obdience : 6 Fear : 4
Status :You're well fed
You're well hydrated
You don't have wounds
Your mind is sharp and evil
(Since you're a mere human (now...), you must eat and drink.)
Territory:Argethelm :
Fear : 0.5
Obdience : 0
Hate : 0
Respect : 0.2
Population : 200
Indepentent,ruled by Mayor Gerald of Growksi,
a blacksmith,a tanner, fishers, many beekeepers
5 Hunters function as quards
Local bewerage : "Earthblood" , a heavy and sweet mead
Location :OOC :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1GadTfGFvU&feature=related