Tales of The Flying Bunyip (D&D 3.5)

Session 2-3: The Outreach Center and a Boy Named Bingles

The first job from the board...

Spider clopped through the cobble streets with his bandanna pulled up covering his lower face. His brown eyes continued to scan the area in hopes to avoid any more golem sightings. As the wizard looked over his shoulder, he let out a sigh. “Man… I wish I could sleep like that.”

Edgar continued to snore loudly as he rolled onto his side. His hands clenched from time to time as he mumbled something unintelligible. On occassion Otar noticed the halfling’s brow furrow from stress. He wasn’t sure if he should reach over and shake Edgar awake, but Spider finally came to a stop in front of the Tipsy Gnoll.

“That was one of the best night’s I’ve ever had.” Bartleby beamed over his mug of water while Celean nodded happily. Abbadon’s features looked exhausted, he reached up and massaged his shoulders as he muttered something under his breath. Something about bed bugs that seemed insistent in getting to know him. The three looked up towards the new arrival: their wizard companion pulled down his bandanna from his face and gave a slight nod. “Hey guys.”

Stinky brought in a hunk of meat and a mug of water for Otar, setting it in front of the human as he rested his spellbook on the table. “Sorry it took me awhile. You wouldn’t believe the weird shit I was seeing.” Snatching the mug and putting it to his lips, the wizard drained what he had and then slammed it down. “Did you know this place has golems? I mean, not everywhere… but there are a few just walking around like they’re a bunch of guards.”

“Partly true.” The halfing bard smiled as he tore away a chunk of meat from his plate and popped it into his mouth. “There’s two golems that have been given to Kaldest Keep as a gift. Learned it from some scamps last night… a woman named Lilian Beregon.”

“Woman?” Otar’s face contorted into a confused look as he tried to piece together what his companion had said. The last time he had seen Lilian was when he ran out of Glasscliff, but she was a small girl. Granted he had a golem chasing after him at the time, he never did confirm that she was dead. All he heard was a scream.

Bartleby nodded as Abbadon tapped his fork on the edge of his plate before he finally inquired. “Didn’t you know a Lilian?” Otar gave a slight shrug in reply, the wizard appearing just as confused as his companions. “Any ways… lets get down to business.”

Celean laid down Old Ben’s map and set the finished plates on either side of the parchment to weight the sides down. Abbadon sat back on the bench for a moment and tapped the location where Sansport rested. “First off, we’re going to need gold if we’re going to grab a boat and get back home. It sounds like the Outreach center is where we’ll need to go.” Celean seemed to bring a hand up over her mouth as she stifled a laugh. “Sorry, just found it funny that the place is called the…” her voice trailed off as she stifled another laughter.

The streets of Kaldest Keep were busy with activity, word of the Festival of the Sand Gods seemed to bring in quite a bit of travelers from all around the south. It was hard to believe that this place was once a military outpost for the kingdoms of the south. As Spider trotted lazily up to the adventurer’s guild, Edgar never seemed to have awaken from his sleep.

“Is he dead?” Celean asked with a curious tone in her voice. “Naw, he’s just really lazy I guess.” Otar said with a chuckle. “Must be a halfling thing.” “Hey!” Bartleby snapped before taking another puff from his pipe. “We’re here.” Abbadon called out before hopping down and making his way into the wooden building. A large sign hung above the entrance of the structure, painted in faded red “Outreach Center.”

A young man stood behind a counter as he dragged a pencil back and forth on a piece of parchment. He looked up as he spotted the new comers file in. “haven’t seen you guys around these parts. You all new?”

Celean and Otar spread out in the back and looked over some of the job posting boards. The tasks at hand varied from minor jobs such as washing dishes for a few pubs, to that of guard duties that the city watch did not take a part in.

Bartleby smiled as he leaned against the counter with a charming smile. Abbadon however, loomed behind the halfling like a wall of intimidating meat. “Yes we are my friend! But we’re also looking for some work and were told this is the place to be!”

It was obvious that the halfling could make a living off selling anything to anyone because the human behind the counter seemed to let out an exhausted sigh. “Yes… we have random jobs posted here and you can earn gold for it. Just look over there…” He gestures to the boards Celean and Otar were looking at. “Grab a ticket. Bring it here. Complete them. Get paid. It’s the Kaldest dream I tell ya.” The sarcasm that oozed from the proprietor made it seem like he has been working the Kaldest dream for years.

Abbadon and Bartleby soon joined the other two at the job boards. “Anything worth taking?” The large muscled man asked.

“A couple… It looks like a few of these have openings for a limited amount of time.” Otar seemed to gesture to a few nailed up parchments that were posted on the bulletin board. “But… they DO pay good.”

- Drugs ‘n’ Pugs - Dead Sewage - The Fall of Xel - Mark the Mark - Bully the Bully - Really Boring Escort Mission

“We’re signing up for this one.” Abbadon set down the parchment described as ‘Dead Sewage’ in front of the man at the front desk. The job posting seemed official enough, considering the one paying for the job’s completion was the city watch. It was a straight forward mission: Meet with the City Watch contact “Mitch” and dispose of the undead in the sewers.

Abbadon glances about as he and his companions walked down the street. keeping an eye on the street names as they neared their destination. “We’re going to need blunt weapons. They’re work best against skeletons.” Celean brought her hands together and cracked her knuckles while Bartleby spotted a tree and ran towards it.

Taking a firm grip of a sturdy branch, the halfling braced his footing against the trunk of the tree and pulled. Soon enough the bard had in his hand a make shift club and smiled confidently until a shrill whistle was heard. “Hold it right there! You! You’re destroying public property!”

A young guard with an odd 5 o’clock shadow built up on his face rushed the halfling and lowered his whistle. Pointing accusingly, the watchman seemed to get straight down to business. “That’s a 15 silver fine. Pay up or I’m taking you down to the-”

Abbadon came up from behind the guard with a disgruntled look on his face. “15 silver? For a tree? That’s crazy.” Before the city guard could say anything else, Celean seemed to leaned forward with a suspicious look in her eyes. “His badge is fake. It’s made of cloth.”

The poor makeup smeared down the teenager’s face as he sweated profusely, Abbadon holding the boy by the neck of his shirt as the party marched to a guard post.

“Bingles? Dat you? Ah shit. You sure bit off more than you could chew this time.” A dwarf tipped his helmet towards Abbadon and company as he held his hand out and took the boy’s wrist, leading him into the guard house. “Sorry bout that lads. M’lady. This boy’s a bit of a trouble maker… we’ll keep him here in the cells fer the night ‘n’ notify his mum bout the trouble he has caused.” Abbadon’s brow furrowed as he listened to the dwarf’s explanation of the youth’s scams against visitors in the city, targeting tourists, and demanding fees for ludicrous things. Eventually the large man gave the dwarf 5 gold to pay for the boy’s bail in hopes it would not provide trouble for the mother. With that bit of business settled, the party continued down the road where they met up with a board looking orc in armor. His shoulder displayed an authentic city watch badge, and he wore a plate featuring the name “Mitch.”



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