Jandon comes to town

Posted on Sun Feb 18th, 2024 @ 12:05am by Thief (Level 2) Jandon Sunbranch

Mission: The Missing
Location: Fairfall

Jandon sat in the back of the merchant's cart. His overcoat was rolled up and being used to rest on. He wasn't the only passenger. In the front was the man who owned the cart and his eldest son. In the back were three other humans, the business owner, and his two best workers. This was a man whom his mentor, Clemynt, had dealt with a lot before his murder. Jandon Wouldn't have even been in this cart, if not for a request. The ones who watched the orphanage his mentor, and now him, helped with had asked a favor. Tucked away in his clothing was a note to head to Fairfall to find one of the orphanage workers and some of the kids. They had gone missing, with no signs of where they went.

On his tiny legs was his sword. his right hand lay on the grip. In his left hand was a dagger. While he trusted the man steering the cart, it was best to be prepared for possible attack. He was in his leather armor. Something practical, in case of bandit attacks. His fancy clothes Were in a bag to keep them clean, except for his coat that acted as his pillow. As a rogue, most thought of him as a thief. While he was one of those, he was different. He had been trained by a different kind of rogue.

His old mentor had been a special type of rogue. One that could sneak in shadows, but was better out in the open. He had learned a lot from the man. How a few words or actions could hurt someone as bad as a blade. a man who would take on people, dance across a battlefield. While landing strike after strike. Or someone that would swing in on a rope, dodge blows by doing flips out of the way. He watched his mentor take out single targets, or sometimes multiples, with a weapon in each hand and wisecracking galore.

His parents had been just thieves. But he wanted to follow in Clemynt's path. That of the swashbuckler. He owed a lot to his old mentor. The man that had raised him after his parents had been killed by their old bandit group. His mentor found the same fate just a year or two earlier.

Jandon still had a score to settle with them. After All they had not just the weapon of Clemynt, but his mother's crossbow and his father's special daggers.

The wagon rocked and he opened his eyes. Across from him sat the owner of the business. “Just a bumpy road, Jandon. But we should be in town soon.”

The halfling got up, sliding his sword into its scabbard. He slid his dagger into its small sheath and looked towards the front of the wagon.

In the distance was a town. A large wall surrounded it with guard towers along it. He already knew that an adventurers guild was there. It was to be his first stop. Get himself set up. Afterall until he found a lead, he would need to eat. So doing side jobs could help. There also was gambling. Something that he was good at. Usually.

The cart was stopped at the gate and the guards made sure it was just things for the local shops. Jandon Showed off his adventurer card from his hometown. Soon they were let through.

As the cart made its way through the gates, Jandon stood up. “Thank you for the ride, Shom.”

The old business owner nodded. “Thank you, Jandon, for the escort. Good luck on your hunt.”

“Here's hoping.” Jandon turned and went to the back of the moving cart. He grabbed the bag of his stuff and tossed it

Instead of a good toss, it caught the end of the cart, catching on a loose nail. The force of the throw and the weight of the bag caused it to tear a large hole in it as they kept moving.

“Dammit.” Jandon muttered as his nice clothes went spilling into the roadway with the dirt and animal droppings.

He hopped up, onto the railing of the cart, then sprang into the air, doing a triple somersault before landing on his feet. This was something he practiced daily. Clemynt had taught him to use acrobatics as a weapon. Hard to hit if no one knew where you were.

Then he heard Shom from a short distance away. “You do know we were going to be stopping?”

Jandon chuckled as he went to gather the contents of his bag. Fancy clothes lay about the street. And he was glad he hadn't thrown his backpack with his gear. That he was to pick up later from Shrom.

After collecting his clothes, now with some unpleasant smells and bad smears, he took them back to Shrom and the cart. “Can you hold onto these?”

“Yeah. Besides, it makes more sense if you go to The guild dressed like an adventurer, not some gambler.”

Jandon let out another chuckle as one of the men in the cart handed him his hat. “Be safe, tiny”

“You too, my friend.” Jandon turned and headed down the street. He was sure he remembered the map that he had looked at in the cart. Sure it had been hand drawn, but he was sure he could not get lost.

As the tiny halfling set out, the man who had spoken to Jandon looked to Shrom. “Should I go tell him the guild is right over there?” He asked, pointing to a building near the end of the road they were on.

Shrom shook his head. “Naw. Remember he is on a mission. Maybe he is scouting first?” The old man smiled. “You have to admit, that jump was pretty impressive.”


Rolls
Strength (bag toss): 4-1=3
Acrobatics (triple somersault) 20+7=27 crit
History (remembering map) 3+1=4