Pre Adventure, Part 1: The Warmup ( Mr. Zapper)

[Pender Lumkiss]

Weeks before the fateful call from Pender lumpkiss you were all separately called Into office room 3A within the Stone Halls of Castle Refuge on the lowest level. Given that no one had ever summoned you anywhere because let’s face it you were and are an ass it was a rather abrupt surprise to receive an official summons.

A dwarf with fiery red hair, a sunny smile, and a warrior's heft to her broad shoulders stands before you. This is Dhara Hammerheart, one of the leaders of the Tomorrow Legion. Her short arms and hands are balanced on a wooden desk. She motions for you to sit in the single worn chair opposite her. “Greetings, Legionnaire, Zapper.” The way she lays on Zapper just goes to show their was no love loss between you and her. Wasn’t it just yesterday you called her a man? She hands you what looks like a flyer advertising some sort of sporting event. She also passes you seemingly from behind the desk a pack of smokes. The scent is intoxicating: Stomspire Stogies. She smiles warmly barely able to hide her sarcasm, “Please, I know you must be... In need. Feel free to smoke. Something is going on out near Kingsdale; a Juicer sports competition called a murderthon, and they've specifically invited a representative of the Tomorrow Legion to attend.” Dhara's expression is thoughtful. “Juicer sports in general are bloody, savage competitions and nothing we truly want to be involved in. However, I hear this particular murderthon is going to be more restrained.” Dhara laughs. “I have my doubts, but the fact remains that this an unprecedented opportunity for the legion to reach out and build relationships with nearby realms. Kingsdale is a very prosperous and influential city-state. We need a closer relationship with them. This region has a history with Juicers ever since the Juicer Uprising.” The dwarf nods towards you. ”Therefore, I am requesting that you attend the murderthon. If I can I will make the request to others within these castle walls. So far I have yet to find any takers. If you agree keep your eyes open and remember you represent all of us. Try not to insult too many people. Go show them who we are.”She paused and slid a paper form towards you across the desk. A pen rolled after it. A simple Legionnaire contract for field duty. A quick glance at it beyond the standard legalize was that the job paid 10,000 credits, and an experience of a life time. With some amount of gravitas she solemnly says, “I know you might have had other plans for this afternoon and week, but what say you?”

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Please post a response and ask any questions. For this particular part it is just you and her. Feel free to roll any skills you think would apply and I’ll toss in a response.

+1 Benny if you tell a story, perhaps some kind of flashback, about what you were up to prior to receiving the summons.

Story moves on in two weeks.

[Keith]

Keith floats in, pulls out the chair and hovers over it, folding his spindly legs into a pretzel shape. He reaches toward the offered cigarettes and one flies from the pack into his finger tips. He snaps his fingers and a bright white spark lights up long enough to light the thing. He takes his sweet time, filling his lungs with smoke before blowing it out, not caring if it chokes the dwarf...woman? or not.

He never thought he'd be back here in an assignment room. Not after the last trip. Lietenant Waldorf and his stupid Dog Boy companion. Wait, Wanda. It's name was Wanda. That's a girls' name, so it was a Dog Girl. Got it. Waldorf and Wanda ruined it all for him. It was Waldorf's terrible leadership, ignoring everything Keith said, mind you, that wiped out everyone else. Seth, the Ley Line Walker. Judy, the Mind Melter. And Tara....ahhh yes, Tara...Keith missed her the most.

The Dwarf was staring at him, he must have done it again, lost in thought...

"Kingsdale? Isn't that where that Lizard Porno man and his friends killed that god thing? Striker something?" He takes another long drag, not waiting for an answer.

He couldn't stand it, being cooped up in the Castle. He had nothing to do but smoke and sulk. He had no clue why he got this summons, but was grateful that he did. Just hope we get a better leader than Waldorf...

"Well, I suppose I could use the money. But if things start to go apeshit, I'm out of there." He grinds the cigarette out onto the desk, and pulls the rest of the pack into his hand, stuffing it into his pocket. What was this again? A male? It had a beard, didn't it? Humans were bad enough, but these dwarves...
"I need some kind of clause in that contract though pal. If I have to get my hands dirty, I want some kind of bonus."

[Pender Lumkiss]

Dhara in the privacy of her chambers had issue 12 of Tawdry Tails tucked under her bed in a spacial vortex that only she knew of. Daniel T. Striker was that beautiful Lizard Mr. Zapper had just made light of. Her blood seemed to boil and she muttered disgusted, "Porno... That grackle is an artist."

She tried to push the thought of Daniel T. Striker standing arms a Kimbo with his tail draped tauntingly around his neck just so. It was hard and she shivered. Her eyes focused on Mr. Zapper, " Don't want to go. Then don't go..." Her voice trailed off as she realized how heated her voice had become. She cleared her throat and composed herself, " I am hopeful we may be able to send more legionaires along at some point. If we do, I will count on you to see everyone makes it back unharmed yourself included. A bonus of 10,000 credits per person. I want who ever goes to come back. Sign the papers and get out..." Her harshness returned and the meeting was over. She could never really forgive him for mistaking Daniel T. Striker's work as porno.

[Keith]

Internally, Keith is enraged. However, he has a lot of experience concealing his emotions. He pauses, blows a thick blue cloud of smoke into the dwarfs fave. He pulls the pen and paper to him with his telekinesis, and signs.

"Whatever. When do I leave?"