The Blooded Company

Asteria Reports

The elf woman looked out the window at the city street, and her nose wrinkled in disgust. More civilized part of the world, right. Smells worse than the slums of the capitol. At least it didn’t smell when they were out in the wild – until they ventured underground in that cesspit of goblins and other nasty things. What an adventure that was.

Asteria picked up her black stylus, and started writing on the gray slate she carried with her. The symbols and letters she used would not have been readable by those in her company who could read, she knew.

“Study has begun,” she wrote in that cryptic language. “Joined group of adventurers, some local and others foreign. Different cultures, great research material. Two of the group have strange magicks, and I’m not sure why they all work together, especially Linos. I will continue to observe and report.”

She continued writing profiles of her new companions, noting every detail she had observed, adding her own ideas as to why they chose their paths, where she was still uncertain. Time would tell how accurate she was.

When finished, she double-tapped the surface, and her writing disappeared, transmitted invisibly across the stars. Asteria looked up at the stars, wondering when she would travel among them again.

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Communion

Linos sits on the dirty floor of his room, legs crossed and eyes staring unfocussed at the wall. Slowly, slowly he blocks out all the distractions: the noise from downstairs, the skittering of a centipede as it scuttled across the warped floorboards, the creaking of the roof in the slight breeze, the smell. Slowly, his mind concentrates on the cheap-looking locket he wears on a leather thong around his neck.

Then the connection is made.

A cold, massive intellect surrounds him, and a voice like thunder addresses him.

REPORT.

“My Master, we have made some success at establishing ourselves here. My companions are of little note, but have some potential to be useful to your purpose. One, however, is an oddity.”

He sends a burst of images of Asteria, and the sound of some of the odd things the elf has said.

INDEED. THAT ONE BEARS WATCHING. YOU WILL NEED MORE UNDERSTANDING TO BE TRULY USEFUL TO ME IN DOING THAT.

“Master?”

NO, I WILL NOT GRANT YOU THAT GIFT NOW—IT WOULD BREAK YOUR MIND. SO, IMPROVE IT.

“Yes, Master.”

KNOWLEDGE IS POWER, UNDERSTANDING IS STRENGTH, BUT OBEDIENCE IS LIFE.

“Yes, my Master. I hear and obey.”

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Tax Registration of The Blooded Company

Let All Who Behold This Writ Know…

That the Invincible Overlord formally recognizes Uncle’s Blooded Company as the Sole Proprietor of the property located along the river and the Goblin Reservation, once called the Despot Ruins. The land has been renamed to Uncle’s Blooded Company Estates and a loan securitized upon the Good Faith and Credit of the City State for this new venture.

On the payroll, the City State shows and will expect taxation upon 6 full time adventurers and 11 full time goblin staff members (remember, payment of over 1 gold a month to goblins is illegal).

The Invincible Overlord wishes you the best in all your efforts.

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