Now you can hear Random, since he s shouting "I said we will consider your words . That means Bugger off before you re shorter by a head, my Lord " as he brings the heel of his palm down on the marble table top between them. Chantris pales noticeably as the tabletop splits with a peal of shattered stone, bows quickly and departs. As he passes you, you see his lips still tight with anger.
You d assumed that your audience concerned the odd happenings in the lower town, near the docks, as you had witnessed a gathering of robed individuals chanting and carrying lights, smoldering herbs, and dead, bound animals through one of the lower alleys. Random motions you in.
"Careful, there, don t step on what s left of the antique." He grimaces at the remains of the table, then looks up, smirks. "I should make that ass, Chantris provide its replacement. I trust you haven t got anything planned for the day; you ve just undertaken a task for the Throne. Gerard s daughter, Minerva, and Llewella s son, Angus have been kidnapped, and I can t afford to have either of them out of Amber just now. Find them...."
I don t want to see any numbers yet; attributes will be auctioned. Send me something to let me get to know your character and your writing. No munchkins, and only the most self-controlled twinks. Death is possible in this game; if that bothers you, don t play.
That said, I can t wait to hear from you so we can begin!
--Scott Shanks
