Baldur’s Gate, a thriving metropolis full of people of all races, sizes, colors, and status. A city where supposedly anyone could make anything of themselves. But that dream was very far out of reach for most. Unless you had means, a backer, or simply skill, you could never advance. And even then most nobles would always look down their noses at you.<br/><br/>But in Faerun, the call of adventure was always whispering in the ears of the young, and old alike. Some answered, most did not. But this time the call was louder than normal. The town criers in the streets shouted news at all hours of the day, only announcing very important work at night. But this day they were excited.<br/><br/>“Hear ye! Hear ye! The great and noble lord Marcus Erithiam has announced he is seeking adventurers! All prospective adventurers shall go to the Purple Wyrm Inn, and ask the bartender about the job! Payment upon completion of the job!” they cried, all across the city.<br/><br/>The only thing was this man must have been desperate, because the criers were giving out very little news other than this. Only occasionally would they shout about some other petition or motion in the city council or about sales that different shops were holding!<br/><br/>Inside the Purple Wyrm Inn, the place was full of patrons. All of them were drinking and enjoying themselves. Only a few people were talking to the bartender, occasionally leaving them to go to a door guarded by a tall lizard man in chain mail.<br/><br/>The lizard man had his arms folded over his chest intimidating, eyeing everyone that came at him. Occasionally he would nip at them, and grin before letting some in, and shoving others off. They must have foreseen he’d do this or told him to do so because the tables were set up well away from him, and the bar around him was completely bare.<br/><br/>After the Lizard man allows you past, behind the door is a stairwell. Going up you find the entire second floor has been cleared no beds, even the walls had been taken out. The floor would have been completely open if it weren’t for the beams needed to support the floor above this one.  The only pieces of furniture was a large table and  a comfortable looking chair occupied by a beautiful woman.<br/><br/>She was clad in the clothing of nobility, jewelry that may or may not have been magical in nature. Around her shoulders was a lovely gossamer shroud that came up around her head. It had to be magical since it waved lightly as if gentle winds were blowing against it even though there was none. She smiled and waited calmly, not worried about what anyone may or may not be doing.<br/><br/>There was no way that anyone could miss why she was comfortable. Behind her, a tall figure stood, covered from head to toe in armor. The black plates of armor were fringed with white, interlocking in place. Beyond the helm no light passed, giving no indication of who wore the armor. Around the knight’s neck was a long red cape that flowed down his back. In front of him was a great sword, both hands on the pommel of the golden hilt. The long blade was polished a bright silver white.<br/><br/>“Well that’s enough for this briefing… Work together, work alone, I don’t care. But I will say it is safe to travel in numbers. And the balance is how much can you trust one another if you don’t know each other? How do you know someone wont betray you for what you find?” she asked, her eyes scanning them all over as whispers began to rise up from various people.<br/><br/>Her ruby painted lips curled gently as she smiled. She reached up brushing a raven strand from her eyes. She smiled lightly as she waited, completely calm as she watched them. She waited for a moment, inspecting her fingernails. When they were silent she put her hands back upon the table.<br/><br/>“A book was stolen from me. An old worn leather journal. I want it returned to me. I will say this now, the journal is special to me. Return this journal to me, and I will compensate you in any way you want up to a total of ten thousand gold.” she explained. “I want you to find it and bring it back to me. But if you take it, and run with it… I will hunt you. I will find you. And when I am done, you will beg for death and the sweet embrace of your god to take you from me.”