The Least Serene Republic of Denesp [Sign-Ups CLOSED for Now]

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(Eh, know what? I'm just going to teleport all our characters to the next 'scene' to move things along.)

[Vilkas, Starwalker, Artemis, Cazer (government official) and the gamblers are now at the Magafer's- Denesp's equivalent of a president or prime minister -house.]

Magafer: "Taras, Naneo- is that it? -and Vesper [the gamblers], you all know how to prepare food, right?

Taras: "All our lives!"

Vesper: "And well, too. Certainly better than most people- have to when you don't always have enough money to buy food ready-to-eat."

Magafer: "Well, then, get back in the kitchens and fix some food while I explain to these other fellows what's going on."

Gamblers [in unison]: Sure thing.

[The gamblers walk down a tangent hall, apparently familiar with the house's layout.]

B u m p

Bump.

(If this dies before it even begins...)

Bump

why does the map look like mario

(Ehh, I'll allow it.)

*Someone knocks at the door.*

Magafer: "Eh? Who's there?"

???: [Behind Door]: "Jamie."

Magafer: "Oog... come in."

[The door opens.]

Jamie: "I was summoned to this locale, no?"

Magafer: "Not to my knowledge. But oh well, it can't hurt to have another join the group. Sit over there [he points to a stool a few feet from the tangent hall the gamblers walked down]."

Jamie: "Alright."

Magafer: "Well, in any case, here's the situation: As you all know, Otom is strongly in favor of Prutai conquering our republic. Well, there has been a recent development in which the Dawners- that insane cult -is actually planning to raid Otom so as to leave Karad and Yezin free." (refer to map.)

Magafer: "The most substantial detail is that the Dawners actually sent a diplomat a week or so ago to discuss a possible partition. It seems interesting, but associating with that cult [said with much contempt for the Dawners] could destroy our realm's reputation, just as much as, frankly, morality. I've decided to send you to meet with the diplomat over this issue."

Magafer: "As I said, I did not summon you to this 'locale', so either you came of your own accord or were misinformed- but don't go! 4 heads still can be better than 3, so to speak. In any case, you've the same assignment as the other 3 men here. In other respects, I believe... what are their names? Oh yes. I believe Taras, Nanao, and Vesper will be about finished cooking by now, I hear them preparing the utensils."

*Sneaks away undetected*

[Vilkas] "You don't see me, I am a master at stealth."

Magafer: "Ha ha. [sarcastic]. Anyway- a-ha, here we go!"

[The gamblers walk in carrying several plates of food.]

Taras: "Alright, here's some roasted fish, Starwalker..."

*He hands a plate to Starwalker.*

Vesper: "A stew for our gracious host..."

*He hands a hot bowl to the Magafer, who sets it on a table beside him.*

Nanao: "And some skewered meats for... Eh? Where's Vilkas?"

*The Magafer stands up.*

"Oh, very fine, we can't go a few minutes without that- that Vilkas going off to Death-Knows-Where. FINE!

Magafer: "But in any case what matters is finding him. He might be the sort to plot and scheme, so I shall stay in here and have the general surrounding area be given a notice to look for that blasted madma- mad-elf, so to speak.

*He walks to a different room, then a man on a horse is seen running into the village, dressed in ceremonial robes. The Magafer then comes back.*

*Vilkas comes back* "Can't a man go to the bathroom."

Magafer (Distraught): "Aye, my fault."

(I gotta go for the moment.)