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 Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:02 am
You somehow obtained the letter from Professor Thorn addressed to you personally. Here is what it said:Quote: Dear Felk Everhaniep,
I think this letter should find you just fine. I feel that you have the qualities we're looking for. I'd like you to do a favor for me. I know you have no idea who I actually am. But I am a professor. I've been working on a Project that calls for very different and almost random items. I find that you should be qualified to get me these items, and bring them to me on the outskirts of Aekea.
I need you to help me finish the Project. Please, if you are actually willing, and I have chosen the right person, I need you to find me two items. One, is a voodoo doll. This can be of your choosing, since there are many different styles. The other item is a rodent skull. I know, these items are pretty crazy. I do not care how you get them. Bring them to me, and your payment will be great.
-Professor Thaddias Thorn
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:30 am
A Letter From Nowhere
"Felk! FELK! HEY! OVER HERE!"
The Drow ignored the paparazzo's cries, stalking evenly back toward his home. He pushed his over-sized sunglasses back up his nose and sighed. How did all of these people always manage to find him? For the love of Christ, wasn't a man allowed to go to the beach any more?!
Someone thrust a microphone in front of his face.
"Is it true that you're in a romantic relationship with--HEY!"
Felk had burst through the man's arm, sending the microphone careening to the pavement. Oh, yeah. That'd look great on camera. God, as if his public image wasn't awful enough...HNNGH.
Felk stopped abruptly and gave a soft "oof", someone having thrust their arm out before him and stalwartly reused to move.
"Hey, look, buddy--!" he began, trying to pry the arm away. Hm...there was something in the reporter's hand, waving as if to tempt him. On a whim, Felk took it. The arm disappeared. It was a letter, closed with an old-fashioned wax seal. What the frig...?
"Hey, man, I think you--!"
The arm was gone, and there didn't seem to be anyone standing where it had come from. Well then! That was ridiculously bizarre! Felk's pace slowed as he climbed the stairs to his home and slid inside. A letter...how strange...
He threw himself onto his couch and opened the letter.
Well, this just kept getting stranger and stranger...
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:36 am
An Internal Monologue
Dear Felk Everhaniep,
How does he know my last name, anyway? I was unlisted for a reason...
I think this letter should find you just fine. I feel that you have the qualities we're looking for. I'd like you to do a favor for me. I know you have no idea who I actually am. But I am a professor. I've been working on a Project that calls for very different and almost random items. I find that you should be qualified to get me these items, and bring them to me on the outskirts of Aekea.
Qualities? What kind of "qualities" is this freak looking for? An a*****e? Or maybe just someone in the public eye? Ah, yes, that must be it. Whatever this little project is, they want to be seen going through with it. Of course. Selfish bastards. What am I, your messenger boy?
I need you to help me finish the Project. Please, if you are actually willing, and I have chosen the right person, I need you to find me two items. One, is a voodoo doll. This can be of your choosing, since there are many different styles. The other item is a rodent skull. I know, these items are pretty crazy. I do not care how you get them. Bring them to me, and your payment will be great.
Wait, wait. Payment? There's payment? Well, Hell...money? Some kind of scientific mumbo jumbo? I wonder if this has to do with that weirdass glass I found. But what if it's better? What if it's ******** awesome? Hey, why not? There's an Occult store down in Barton, isn't there? I'll check it out.
-Professor Thaddias Thorn
See you soon, Thaddy-boy...
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:51 pm
Buying Cy
Felk entered the Occult store the following Wednesday, eying the sign skeptically. "Boutix Devereaux"? It looked like he was either walking into a total crockery, or he was going to be confronted with an owner that barely spoke English. Hey, whatever. Worse came to worse, he three the money at the guy and left with the...what was it? He pulled a slip of paper from his pocket. A voodoo doll and a rodent skull. Right.
The door's bell gave an unnervingly deep ring for such a small bell, and Felk peered up at it as he pushed his enormous sunglasses up on his forehead, bending the front of his mohawk down. Immediately, he was approached by a well-dressed man of...questionable race.
"How can I help you today?" the man asked, smiling. Felk looked him up and down. Alright, more like a mafioso than a shop owner...but he sounded almost Carribean? Was that what that was?
"Yeah, um. I need a skull."
"What kind of skull?"
"Rodent."
"What size?"
"To Hell if I care."
Even through all of the asshattery, the man maintained his smile and led Felk to a high shelf with skulls of various sizes and animals of origin. He prodded at a large rat's skull, cleaned of flesh but still the color of natural, unbleached bone. Eh, it'd do. He tossed it up in his hand and nodded.
"And I need a voodoo doll too."
Something changed in the owner's eyes, and he led Felk to another little shelf with voodoo "kits" in tiny red coffin-shaped boxes. Oh, s**t, lame! Felk was no voodoo master himself, but weren't these things a little more complicated than saying a name 3 times and stabbing a doll?
"Don't you have any real dolls?"
Again, something changed in the owner's eyes. He gave a curt little bow and smiled again. "Yes. Of course. Follow me."
He disappeared behind the glass case at the front and ducked beneath it, coming up with a crudely-sewn voodoo doll that stared rather vacantly back at him. "Here."
Felk took teh doll in his hands and looked it over. Creepy.
"Would you like me to teach you how t--"
"How much I owe ya?"
A brief, confused pause, and then, "Ten sixty-five, please."
Felk fished a 15-dollar bill from his pocket and slapped it down. "Just keep the change."
He walked out, listening to the shopkeeper begging him to take his change. A small, pink-haired child stared at the Drow as he walked by.
Felk ignored him.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 4:04 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 6:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 6:51 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 6:54 pm
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