ylvathrall
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Nov 20, 2016
In any city, there are certain rules. There are things one simply does not do, not out of any ethical concern, but because they are simply so foolish, so utterly insane, that not even the most foolhardy or arrogant of citizens would make the mistake of breaking these rules. In Cheliax, one does not say that the Queen is a fucking idiotic whore. In Kalsgard, one does not suggest that King Sveinn is a coward pretending to fill the shoes of greater men than he. In Kaer Maga, one does not go back on a witnessed contract, and doubly so not one made with the Church of Asmodeus.
And yet, here you are. This tower is the residence of Barnabas Traxian, a wizard of some repute who emigrated from Nex following a scandal having to do with a badly failed experiment that blew up most of a wing of the academy he worked in. Or, rather, it was that wizard's residence. But he took out a substantial loan from the Church of Asmodeus, which he has now defaulted on. The Asmodeans, not being a terribly forgiving lot, decided to repossess his tower to settle is debt.
And that's where it ran into problems. Apparently Barnabas wasn't entirely taken by surprise, and while he's not the best at control, he was still a reasonably talented wizard. His defenses took the Asmodean initiate sent to collect on his debt rather off guard, and left him a mutilated corpse near the door.
The Asmodeans are also a rather frugal lot, and rather than sending their own people to deal with the wizard's defenses, they posted an open bounty. Whoever could clear the tower of threats for them to reclaim would get a bounty of five thousand gold, no questions asked, and their pick of the tower's contents.
The first several people to attempt to collect that bounty met with about the same result as the initiate. Some died; others fled, and refused to speak about what happened there. And so the bounty remains unclaimed, as the tower still lies empty, waiting to be made safe.
Naturally, then, Emilia Ardoc came to the tower, to remove this obvious threat to the public safety. The elaborate golden door hangs open in front of you; the large, lavish entryway inside is in disarray. At the back of the room, a narrow marble staircase curves along the wall to the next floor.
Dried blood coats said staircase, splattered on the wall behind it and marking trails where it dripped down the side.
And yet, here you are. This tower is the residence of Barnabas Traxian, a wizard of some repute who emigrated from Nex following a scandal having to do with a badly failed experiment that blew up most of a wing of the academy he worked in. Or, rather, it was that wizard's residence. But he took out a substantial loan from the Church of Asmodeus, which he has now defaulted on. The Asmodeans, not being a terribly forgiving lot, decided to repossess his tower to settle is debt.
And that's where it ran into problems. Apparently Barnabas wasn't entirely taken by surprise, and while he's not the best at control, he was still a reasonably talented wizard. His defenses took the Asmodean initiate sent to collect on his debt rather off guard, and left him a mutilated corpse near the door.
The Asmodeans are also a rather frugal lot, and rather than sending their own people to deal with the wizard's defenses, they posted an open bounty. Whoever could clear the tower of threats for them to reclaim would get a bounty of five thousand gold, no questions asked, and their pick of the tower's contents.
The first several people to attempt to collect that bounty met with about the same result as the initiate. Some died; others fled, and refused to speak about what happened there. And so the bounty remains unclaimed, as the tower still lies empty, waiting to be made safe.
Naturally, then, Emilia Ardoc came to the tower, to remove this obvious threat to the public safety. The elaborate golden door hangs open in front of you; the large, lavish entryway inside is in disarray. At the back of the room, a narrow marble staircase curves along the wall to the next floor.
Dried blood coats said staircase, splattered on the wall behind it and marking trails where it dripped down the side.