Name: Ozzy
Race: Undead
Gender: Skeleton
Tavern Name: Bones
We're an animate skeleton, well-preserved and somehow capable of speech.
+1
+1. We keep a magic amulet around our neck, the only remnant of our previous life. It changes the mind...
Okay the undead won. I have hoped for a more traditional fantasy race but I can live with this.
A race of "undead" is an oxymoron. After all, what we have is undead Humans, undead halflings, undead orcs and the like. But in this part of the world, more and more undead became sentient to a degree their living parts are.
Before they were pulped like your
immediate ancestorwhatever was.
Anyway, they do operate somehow like a race, and their sentience is enough to attract adventurers around the land. First they were trying to beat them back, but realizing that they are not that different, they start to settle among them. The undead have as many, or more problems than the living: Indulgence in magic, menial labour, fetching exotic items or whatnot. They understand that if they leave this place they'll be bonemeal sooner or later. And the living adventurers need food and drink. Ah, the tavern.
-----------------------
Back to the story. You, Ozzy, are the proud owner of
Bones, which is not really a surprising name for an undead tavern. Currently, Bones has only a bar table, several tables, and 6 basic guest rooms.
Mr. Globoros, which is a patchwork horror, is your cook. While you lack the bodily function to properly taste his food (nor you need to), your guests who can enjoy them are satisfied with it.
In the main hall, there is a large board. This is what everyone refer to as the
Job Board. For a price of 5 coppers, anyone can post a message on it. A lot of them will be lost property or cabinets which never sells, but some of them will be actual description of jobs. How well populated this job board is a measure of how much activity this place has. This also provides some jobs and errands for your associates, if they are out of real adventures to do.
The job board has one serious drawback, though. It has no security: one can just remove the message from it if he is discreet enough, and one also need to put down his address or some form of contact person for people to claim rewards. So if you want some baron's head off so he can join the undead ranks, you will soon be wanted to become undead. Not a wise choice.
So this is where YOU step in. Depending on your prestige, money, or a combination of, people will offer to sell you such jobs, for a price. You can keep it to yourself so you can resell this information to your clients, or even organize your clients and associates to finish the job, or to publicize this using the job board if you feel you can get a better cut this way. These jobs, in the long run, should give you the most money.
That said these jobs are never risk free. When you accept to buy the job, you assume the responsibility to have it done, and done well. A botched dragon egg stealing attempt is a good way to draw the ire of the dragon itself. Fail to kill a wealthy merchant, and mercenaries will soon land upon you. So you need to take much more care.
To help you gauge the strength of your clients and associates, you also have the
Level-O-MaticTM, which is supposed to give a combined reading of
class and
level of anyone it touches (if activated). However, this is known to be very invasive - don't ask how - to the person to be measured, even for skeletons, so you can't use it discreetly. Its also very loud, and emits all kinds of light and sound, so there is no way to conceal your power level if you agree to be measured.
Otherwise, this is a world of deception. There were news that how a level 10 pretends to be a level 50 and got a few good jobs before reselling it, and how level 200s monopolizes economies by pretending to be level 20 and sweeps up the cheap jobs with ruthless efficiency.
Enough blurb. Now your first day begins... (in the next post)
Author
Topic: [SG] You Own a fantasy tavern! (Read 2009 times)