Treven Aldontas - Elf for Hire.   Posted by Dungeon Master.Group: archive 0
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Tue 25 Jul 2006
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Treven Aldontas - Elf for Hire
Though bearing none of the thrill and little of the adventure it once did, traveling the Dragon Coast as a merchant escort did pay the bills and support the extravagant tastes of one Treven Aldontas.  Treven preferred to lean upon his employers for their finest wares as opposed to bags of coins as his compensation.  It was an unusual tact, one which had rewarded him handsomely in the form of fine weapons and clothing, two things with which Treven dare not imagine life without.

Treven's most recent assignment had sent him to the westernmost point in the heavily travelled east-west trade route along the Dragon Coast, Iriaebor.  Here he was to collect his compensation from Kadar Madani, patriarch of the Madani Trading Company.  Kadar's warehouses were housed in a pair of towers atop the bluff on which the city of Iriaebor was built.  The towers themselves, and the land upon which they sat could have been sold for a small fortune but Kadar was not interested in small fortunes, he wanted all the fortune and was never more than one plausible deniability away from every feud between the trading costers of the merchant city.

The caravan which Treven had escorted all the way from Westgate crept inexorably through the crowded streets toward Kadar's towers where he would be released from his duty and the haggling for his compensation could begin.  Treven sat gracefully upon the swaying wagon as it rumbled over broken cobblestones while those next to him jostled wildly, gripping the spring-mounted bench seat every so often to remain upright.  Treven was relaxed and already thinking about what treasure he may pry from Kadar's greedy treasury as no thief, no matter how brazen would dare attack a convey in broad daylight within the confines of the city.  It was only a matter of time before they arrived.  The caravan's agonizingly slow progress through the city finally came to an end as Treven's wagon lurched to stop as the driver waited for his turn to unload.  His work done Treven hopped down and made his way into the offices of the Madani Trading Company.

Kadar preferred to conduct the company's business himself, though not without a sufficient attachment of trained killers and bodyguards.  Treven was escorted through three successive rooms where his person was searched by four such thugs before being admitted beyond.  The process was as professional as possible and having been through it before Treven knew that his weapons would be retruned intact and unmolested after his meeting with Kadar was concluded.  Openning the third door for himself Treven found Kadar seated behind a large stone desk, thick tomes spread open over every available inch of its surface.

The founder and Patriarch of the Madani Trading Company was a medium to dark skinned human, portly by any standard and balding with a ring of white hair stretching from temple to temple around the back of his head.  "Ah Treven, another successful shipment from Westgate.  What is it you'll coax from me today?"  Kadar never forgot a name or a detail of a business transaction.  There was no disguising the fact that Kadar enjoyed a good haggling and he hoped Treven would not disappoint.
Treven Aldontas
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Wed 26 Jul 2006
at 17:50
Re: Treven Aldontas - Elf for Hire
Treven no longer looked about the busy offices with curiosity as he might have a few years earlier.  While the sounds of paper and the smells of ink were foreign to his daily routine they were old acquaintances by this point.  So, instead of being distracted by the bustle going on around him, as Kadar would no doubt like, he instead greets the merchant prince with a smooth, friendly smile.  A nod of the head accompanies it, acknowledging the courtesy of the personal greeting.  "Alas, I am sorry to disappoint you so, but I have walked away with such of your goods in the past I am not sure there is anything left.  No, in truth I have my eye on a little personal travel and some spending money will go further than a little more weight."  The elf's reply was tinged with genuine regret.  After all, Kadar really was an expert haggler and it was always fun trying to squeeze ever copper possible out of him.

This message was last edited by the player at 02:07, Thu 27 July 2006.

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Wed 26 Jul 2006
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An Offer of Adventure
Kadar set down the pen with which he had been scribing journal entries into one of the books and folded his hands in front of him on he desk and looked at Treven with an odd mix of emotions for several long moments.  The staring continued until the silence grew awkward.

"Personal travel...  I think you've grown tired of caravan duty no?  All the good ones do.  I do offer other types of employ, ones more dangerous but infinitely more rewarding."  Kadar muscled his overburdened chair backward away from the desk so he could stand then made his way across the room where a tall chest of drawers stood against the wall.  Opening one of the drawers he pulled out a rolled parchment.  "I'll give you the coin you're entitled or I'll give you this."  He waved the rolled parchment in the air but did not divulge its contents.
Treven Aldontas
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Thu 27 Jul 2006
at 02:17
Re: An Offer of Adventure
The silence stretches for a good minute as Treven considers his options.  Abruptly a grin lights up his features.  Ill say this in your honor Kadar, the bargains you drive may be hard, but they are always known to be honest.  Im willing to leap where lesser men might fear to tread.  Besides, Im eager to see the shoe on the other foot, as it were.  After all, if this is something you wish done then I have yet to be convinced.  We may yet get a little bargaining in today after all.
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Fri 28 Jul 2006
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Re: An Offer of Adventure
Kadar laughed heartily shaking his rotund belly beneath his loose-fitting tunic.  "My holdings are scattered far and wide, as are my agents.  Surely you can imagine the odd and interesting things that reach my ears and pass my desk.  This,"  Kadar held up the scroll again for emphasis "may bring us riches beyond your wildest dreams, i dare say I have dreamed of such things, or it may be an utter fool's errand."

Kadar seated himself at his desk again and tantilizingly slipped the ribbon off the end of the rolled parchment but did not open it.  "This is a map to a dragon's considerable treasure hoard.  It is yours to have and investigate if you wish along with 20 percent of any valuables recovered.  Or of course you may take the fifty gold."  Almost mocking what he considered a small pittance he tossed a small bag onto his desk that clinked with coins when it landed.
Treven Aldontas
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 A beautiful elf
 with power in his blood
Sat 29 Jul 2006
at 00:55
Re: An Offer of Adventure
Much as the merchant had expected, Treven ignores the small bag almost completely.  Settling down for some real bargaining, he replies with a horribly theatrical grimace on his face.  As I thought, your offer is the more intriguing by far.  It is only too bad that so long behind your desk has spoiled your once renowned skills.  After all, it is I who shall be paying the visit to the dragon.  I believe your division of the spoils to be fair, but you are the one who should be happy to receive the fifth.  The elf watches carefully to see how his counter might be received by the canny merchant.

Sense Motive check to see how low Kadar might be willing to go: 4 (ouch)
Bluff check of his own (he would be happy to settle for 40%): 17

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Sat 29 Jul 2006
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Re: An Offer of Adventure
"Hah!  A fifth?  It is you have been bouncing around in a wagon too long for surely your brains have been scrambled.  Without this you have nothing."  Kadarr said holding the map up.  "But I have everything."

Kadar grew silent for several moments letting the silence hang uncomfortably in the air.  "Indeed you will face the greatest mortal risk but I risk the map and its promise of treasure should you fail.  I will grant you two fifths but nothing more, your decision."
Treven Aldontas
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 A beautiful elf
 with power in his blood
Mon 31 Jul 2006
at 19:16
Re: An Offer of Adventure
Treven considers the offer for a moment.  The silence in the office stretches out as he weighs the options.  At last a wide smile lights up his face, signaling his reply even before he speaks.  My dear Kadar, I do believe you have found an elf crazy enough to take you up on the offer.  My one addendum is that I get the pick of the treasure for my 40%.  Treven moves on, obviously not expecting any argument.  After all, the deal is done and such a minor quibble would not be becoming for the man who had gotten the better of the negotiations.  Now, if you would be so kind as to hand over that wonderful piece of parchment.  It would appear that I have a bit of travel ahead of me and as the day is still young, it would behoove me to be started.

This message was last updated by the player at 19:19, Mon 31 July 2006.

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Tue 1 Aug 2006
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Re: An Offer of Adventure
"Very well."  Replied Kadar to Treven's final request.  "A halfing provided me with this map.  It seems he learned a legend about a dragon held captive within his own lair by powerful magics put in place by a nearby dwarven delving.  It seems he had done quite a bit of research to locate the dragon's lair, even visiting the site once.  This is the map to the site.  Unfortunately he wasn't able to give any more information before his debt to me was settled."  The business dealings of Kadar were semi-religious to the greedy Calishite and to renege upon one's obligation to him was sacriledge and dealt with accordingly.

Kadar unrolled the map and handed it to Treven.  The map pointed to a small town to north.  The dragon's lair was clearly marked as having two entrances on opposite sides of a mountain just north of the town.  The word 'gnolls!' was scribbled into the margin of the map with an exclamation point.  "Rosewood is the name of the town on the map there."
Sterdorf
Tue 8 Aug 2006
at 02:46
Uncanny Timing
It had been several days since Sterdorf had been relieved of his map by Kadar's thugs.  By chance alone had he escaped with his life and after thanking Tymora he set about getting his map back.  He had invested too many years into this quest and would not chance having his fortune snatched out from under him.  Every last copper he could scrape up, beg off, or steal away he had used to purchase everything required, including several substantial bribes to get him into Kadar's office.  Invisible and clinging to the ceiling with the aid of magic he listened as Kadar spoke of him and his map and struck a deal for the division of his treasure.

Sterdorf had half a mind to drop from the ceiling onto the arrogant, bloated merchant and end his life on the spot.  Only the slim proposition of an escape after such an attack kept his fingers and toes stuck firmly to the arched stone ceiling.  Instead he studied the elf who had been entrusted with his years of research, exploration, and mapping.  Every detail of the elf's face was painted in his mind, every mannerism catalogued, his voice broken down into dialect and lilt.  Treven Aldontas would never make it out of Iriaebor, much less to the dragon's hoard which Sterdorf had long ago come to consider his own.  it was only a matter of time.

As Treven prepared to leave, Sterdorf himself lifted one sticky finger at a time and replaced it soundlessly several feet ahead until he had left Kadar's inner sanctum.

Several minutes later Sterdorf lifted a bulging sack off the ground near Treven and rolled a barrel in front of him leaving his body to be found by the town watch.  Smiling to himself he disappeared into the shadows of the alleyway.