Mordom made his way through the packed crowd of endless strangers. He had never been to the massive trading city of Burloche before. Everywhere you looked there were traders of all races selling merchandise that had come from countless miles. You could find cultural jewelries and gems, unique weapons and artillery, even expensive imported wines. The diversity was incredible! Whatever you could imagine was available for purchase.
A loud commotion could be heard from the street ahead. Mordom pushed his way until he finally broke through to an open circle with a single performer juggling bright balls of fire. As impressive the sight was to see, many still had an expression of disapproval in their eyes for the Radiem tattoos on his wrists. "What does this Taboo think he's doing?" Mordom heard from two men next to him lost in discussion, "He has a lot of nerve to be in the open like this." As Mordom continued to scan the crowd reading the faces of each individual, he accidentally locked eyes with another. Mordom quickly redirected his attention back to the show, however could see in his peripheral vision that the stranger was still staring.
After the performer threw the flames high into the air to dissolve in the wind, he grinned and bowed for his spectators who begin to awkwardly clap. However, one unimpressed individual jumped into the open circle and grabbed the performer by his collar and begin to scream in his face. "No Taboo belongs in the city of Burloche!" "There's no harm in a simple good show," the performer responded cheerfully. "Nobody wants to see those ugly scars! Either cover them up and stay hidden, or get the hell out of this city. No good Radiem scum!" As the shouting continued, the open circle began to break apart and people continued on their way.
Mordom began to move forward while checking his surroundings for the strange man whom he had made eye contact with. To the left, he had found him and oddly enough he was still staring. Mordom felt uneasy and began to check if his arms and hands were still hidden beneath his heavy clothing. He didn't want the same trouble that the performer was now receiving. Mordom's gloves were still on and his sleeves were still covering his arms - his tattoos were still hidden. After Mordom had walked for a bit, his new admirer had disappeared into the busy crowd.
He decided to make a stop at the pub not far ahead to ease himself with a drink. He was feeling a bit disturbed from the strangers intent glare. Mordom made his way inside, ordered an ale, and brought it to a seat in the corner. He dropped his bags, set his beverage on the table, and sunk down into the seat. Mordom took a sip from the glass and with it came a calming reassurance. He began to smile as he thought of the performer. Despite his dazzling effects, it was stupid to openly display his Radiem markings for all to see. Still, he couldn't help but have some respect for the mans courage. As Mordom took another sip, he saw the doors to the pub open and his admirer walk through the door. He turned away and gripped his drink nervously...
A loud commotion could be heard from the street ahead. Mordom pushed his way until he finally broke through to an open circle with a single performer juggling bright balls of fire. As impressive the sight was to see, many still had an expression of disapproval in their eyes for the Radiem tattoos on his wrists. "What does this Taboo think he's doing?" Mordom heard from two men next to him lost in discussion, "He has a lot of nerve to be in the open like this." As Mordom continued to scan the crowd reading the faces of each individual, he accidentally locked eyes with another. Mordom quickly redirected his attention back to the show, however could see in his peripheral vision that the stranger was still staring.
After the performer threw the flames high into the air to dissolve in the wind, he grinned and bowed for his spectators who begin to awkwardly clap. However, one unimpressed individual jumped into the open circle and grabbed the performer by his collar and begin to scream in his face. "No Taboo belongs in the city of Burloche!" "There's no harm in a simple good show," the performer responded cheerfully. "Nobody wants to see those ugly scars! Either cover them up and stay hidden, or get the hell out of this city. No good Radiem scum!" As the shouting continued, the open circle began to break apart and people continued on their way.
Mordom began to move forward while checking his surroundings for the strange man whom he had made eye contact with. To the left, he had found him and oddly enough he was still staring. Mordom felt uneasy and began to check if his arms and hands were still hidden beneath his heavy clothing. He didn't want the same trouble that the performer was now receiving. Mordom's gloves were still on and his sleeves were still covering his arms - his tattoos were still hidden. After Mordom had walked for a bit, his new admirer had disappeared into the busy crowd.
He decided to make a stop at the pub not far ahead to ease himself with a drink. He was feeling a bit disturbed from the strangers intent glare. Mordom made his way inside, ordered an ale, and brought it to a seat in the corner. He dropped his bags, set his beverage on the table, and sunk down into the seat. Mordom took a sip from the glass and with it came a calming reassurance. He began to smile as he thought of the performer. Despite his dazzling effects, it was stupid to openly display his Radiem markings for all to see. Still, he couldn't help but have some respect for the mans courage. As Mordom took another sip, he saw the doors to the pub open and his admirer walk through the door. He turned away and gripped his drink nervously...
Melstrum had heard rumors about a taboo who knew a lot about magical stone. Melstrum believed he could use him to gain information on the violara. The violara is the stone which turns mortals into reapers. Cursing them to wander the earth collecting lost souls in exchange for immortality. Melstrum wishes to use to the stone to become immortal and gain all the power associated with being a reaper. So Melstrum began to search for this taboo when he found him in a pub in the trading city of Burloche. As he entered the pub the air inside fell oddly cold. Some people looked at him for an instant and went back to their drinks. Sensing the energy of the taboo Melstrum approached him and pulled out a chair to sit. "You must be the taboo mercenary I have been hearing about. Are you interested in a job?" He asked with his pleasing yet sinister voice.
Mordom was shocked that he had been heard from as far as Burloche. It took a moment for him to comprehend this mans words. "A job... " he said hesitantly. "I'm sorry, who are you exactly? How have you heard of me?" Mordom couldn't help but feel anxious by this stranger who obviously had been pursuing him.
"Yes a escort job. You see I heard of you from word of mouth. Traders and such. Word get's around quickly especially when a taboo is around. But enough on that onto the business with the job. I would like you to come with me as I head to Athera. The small farming village about twelve miles east." Melstrum said pulling up a bag full of nearly a hundred gold pieces. "Here is enough gold to get you a great home or drink yourself into the grave with the most expensive of wines." Putting the bag on the table and awaiting Mordom's response.
Mordom looked at the bag of coins. "An escort job?" It was obvious that there was something more to this mysterious man than he was letting on, "What would you need a Taboo for an escort job?" Mordom questioned. He took another sip and relaxed himself. The man was simply looking to hire him. He shouldn't mean harm. Still, Mordom had his suspicion. He looked like a man who could carry himself just fine. 'What reason does he have to hire a Taboo as an escort, and for such a wild price!' Mordom thought to himself.
"Yes an escort job. Well there is a bit more to the job but that is mainly information. I need help finding something and a taboo will be more than helpful. I can offer you more than just the gold. Information and such. If you accept. But no I don't have time to waste so I will require an answer." Melstrum said this putting his elbows on the table and resting his arms.
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