• Solo • Restoring the Shrine, Part One: Repairs

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Mon Aug 06, 2018 6:00 am

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51st of Ymiden, Arc 718

On the 51st of Ymiden, Devin Thorn, thief, con man extraordinaire and newly ordained priest of Delroth stood in front of a dilapidated little shrine right outside the city walls, facing half a dozen big and strong looking men that looked like they’d be able to rip him in two with their bare hands. He was wearing a blonde wig, a fake moustache, shoes made of black leather and a fancy suit made of blue wool that he was nearly sweating to death in. His arms were clasped behind his back, and he held his head high, as if he were absolutely brimming with confidence rather than being worried that the men would see through his lies any moment, beat him to a bloody pulp and leave him for dead. He briefly let his gaze sweep across his victims before he cleared his throat.

“As I said, gentlemen”, he informed them. “I am working for a very wealthy investor from Viden. He is looking to build several luxurious apartment buildings right here in Scalvoris. Due to the number of people that replied to his ad in the newspaper, he has decided to hold a little contest in order to determine who will get the job. As you can see, this shrine here is in pretty bad shape”, he told them and gestured for them to follow him.

From up close, the shrine looked even worse than it did from a distance – and it already looked pretty bad from a distance, as if a single gust of wind would cause it collapse. The door didn’t close properly anymore, the roof was leaking, it was dusty and dirty, and just totally unappealing, and it smelled vaguely unpleasant as well, as if rats had done their … business in it (and died in it as well).

“Each group of workers has been tasked to repair a similar building. The group that does the best job, will receive the contract.” He paused for a moment in order to take a breath, and then he asked, “Are there any questions, gentlemen? No? Then get started, please. You have a ten-trial to complete the job. Food and drink will be provided to you, free of charge. Don’t try to cheat though. I will check on you every trial and make sure that you are doing your job correctly.”

With that he walked into the shrine, pulled a heavy crate that was filled with cheap beer out and positioned it in front of the men before he spun around and walked away, strutting much like a peacock because that’s what men that worked for somebody incredibly rich and mysterious did in his opinion and praying that they wouldn’t follow him.
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A few trials earlier …

“Where are the alcohol and the girls?!” the big, burly and bald man roared and swung his fists at Devin who quickly ducked and grabbed a wooden board that was lying on the ground and that once been part of the shrine, holding it in front of him much like a shield. His entire body shook from the impact as the man’s fists hit it. “The girls all had a … heatstroke and were taken to the hospital for treatment, and the man who was supposed to deliver the alcohol decided to keep it for himself?” he guessed tentatively because it was the best he could come up with at the moment and made a step back as the bald man let out another, deafening roar and advanced towards him.

The trial before he had posted a message on the local noticeboard, claiming that a party would be taking place at the shrine and that there would be lots of alcohol and naked girls, hoping that he would be able to get free workers that way. Delroth had tasked him with repairing the shrine, but he refused to spend more money than was necessary. Unfortunately, he hadn’t thought about what would happen if people realized that there were no girls and no alcohol. Well, he had just found out, and it was not pleasant!

“Will you stop moving so that I can kill you?” the bald man snapped irritatedly. His head had begun to resemble a huge, overly ripe tomato, Devin noticed, which didn’t exactly serve to improve his appearance. Not that he was particularly concerned with his attacker’s appearance at the moment. He was mostly just trying to get out of this situation alive. He made another step back, and then another one, and then he dropped his makeshift shield and simply ran as fast as he could.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t considered the fact that the bald man who had at least half a foot and several dozen pounds on him might be faster on him. Devin dashed around a corner, but his attacker was right behind him. He desperately checked his surroundings for weapons, but he couldn’t find any. He had forgotten his sword at home again, he had dropped his shield, and the random junk that was lying on the ground didn’t look as if it would be of any use. His heart began to beat faster and faster, and sweat began to bead on his forehead as he desperately prayed for a miracle.

The bald man was so close now that he could hear his breath and smell it, too (it smelled like garlic). Devin was just about to ready his fists in order to punch him with all of his strength – maybe he’d get lucky – when he heard a loud sound. He spun around abruptly, his eyes wide, and stared at the bald man who was lying on the ground motionlessly. Apparently, he had been so busy thinking about killing him that he hadn’t paid any attention to what was in front of him and fallen over something.

Furrowing his brow, he came closer and peered at him. He seemed to be unconscious, but Devin kicked him a couple of times in the side anyway in order to be sure, before he quickly grabbed his stuff and ran, hoping that the man would know what was good for him and not come back in order to exact revenge.
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Wed Aug 08, 2018 5:54 am

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Still a few trials earlier …

“I’m looking for a strong young man that is willing to repair my leaking roof. I will make my famous cherry pie for him and cook tea for him. Granny Fairweather”, Devin read aloud, frowning slightly. He’d decided to check the local newspaper in order to look for victims for his crimes and distract himself from the near-disaster with the bald man and the non-existent naked girls, but he found most of the ads to be lacking. There were people looking for babysitters, people looking for tutors for their unruly brats and people that were apparently too poor to pay you with actual nels, among other things.

Where were the rich ones that were worth stealing from?

He wanted to make some money!

Unless … unless Granny Fairweather was a somewhat stingy and quirky rich old lady instead of a poor old widow with terrible gout and brittle bones or something similarly debilitating and unappealing? He considered that possibility for a moment before he came to the conclusion that it was likely the best that he would get that trial, and there was at least a chance that she had something worth stealing. He was just about to visit the poor granny and rob her blind (and eat her famous cherry pie as well because he might as well kill two birds with one stone) when something suddenly occurred to him …

If Granny Fairweather could advertise in the newspaper, look for workers and not pay them with anything more than a bit of her cherry pie and something to drink, then so could he! He would … he would claim that he was a wealthy businessman from abroad – or better yet, that he was working for a mysterious and very wealthy businessman from abroad that was looking to hire workers for one of his big and incredibly prestigious projects here on Scalvoris, and he would make them want to work for him for free!

Grinning all over his face, because he had just had the most awesome idea ever, he grabbed a piece of paper, scribbled his message on it and walked to the office of the newspaper company in question, wearing a wig, among other things, as he didn’t want to be recognized and slowly fleshing out the details of his absolutely perfect and infallible new plan.
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Fri Aug 10, 2018 6:06 pm

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The 55th of Ymiden

“Here’s more beer!” Devin informed his victims/workers and set the heavy crate that he had been carrying all the way through Scalvoris Town down in front of them, huffing somewhat and wiping the sweat from his brow before he turned to inspect the shrine. It was already looking much better. The rat droppings and the dead rats were gone, the weed that had started to grow in the cracks in the walls had been pulled, and it smelled normal as well. And what more, that gigantic hole that he had seen in the roof was gone!

“How are we doing so far, sir?” one of the workers, a tanned man that had rolled the bottom half of his shirt up so that his protruding and very hairy belly was visible wanted to know. His colleagues abruptly stopped doing whatever they were doing as well and looked at Devin curiously – well, apart from one, that was drinking from one of the beer bottles that Devin had provided in order to make the job seem even more appealing.

“Well …” Devin said, as if he needed to think about it before he rattled at the door that creaked in a most suspicious manner. “You are doing great so far, but you need to stop up your game a bit if you want to win! I just returned from a visit to your competitors, and their projects are already quite far along!” he claimed and smiled before he grabbed a beer bottle as well, opened it and took a big gulp. Under normal circumstances, he preferred more exquisite drinks, but it was hot, and beggars couldn’t be choosers!
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Sun Aug 12, 2018 5:10 am

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The 55th of Ymiden, a little later

Devin was just on his way home to the three-room house in Scalvoris Town that he would soon replace with a palace because a priest of Delroth ought to reside in a palace in his opinion. He was paying much less attention to his surroundings than he normally did because he was so excited about his workers’ progress. He was just about to walk around a corner, whistling happily, when he heard a man remark, “So we meet again!”

He spun around abruptly. His heart dropped into his gut, and he started to sweat in a most unappealing manner as he realized just who had spoken. It was the bald man that had tried to kill him a few trials earlier, and he had brought two friends that were just as big and burly and mean-looking as he was. This was not good. This was not good at all!

His thoughts raced at a nearly impossible speed as he wondered what he should do now. His sword was lying somewhere in his house, as always, he doubted that he’d be able to beat three men up, and it was even more unlikely that all three of them would trip and fall unconscious if he ran away from them and they ran after him.

“I have money?” he tried. Normally, he hated parting with his nels, but desperate situations required desperate measures, besides, he could always steal his nels back later on, so he reached into his pockets, just as the bald man advanced and clenched his fists. Devin quickly ducked, thus narrowly avoiding the blow, only to find two strong pairs of hands grabbing him. He struggled against them with all the strength that he could muster and tried to free himself, to no avail, so he did the next best thing as the bald guy approached, grinning maliciously.

He stared moving his legs like crazy. By sheer luck, he managed to land a hit or two which only seemed to infuriate the bald man further. He raised his fist, aiming straight for Devin’s abdomen. The thief let out a scream of pain as the air was temporarily forced out of his lungs. He was sweating even more profusely now, and he braced himself for certain death or being horribly disfigured for the rest of his life which would be even worse than death in his opinion - and then he suddenly remembered something.

Within a few trills, razor-sharp steel blades grew from his arms. The two men dropped him abruptly and stared at him wide-eyed. “He’s a mage!” one of them exclaimed. “No, he’s a mutant!” his friend corrected him and made a step back before he glowered at the bald man. “Why didn’t you tell us that he’s a mutant?” he asked him accusingly.

“Let’s go, before he sticks those things into us!” the first man said and tugged at his friend’s sleeve before he decided to simply leg it, leaving a stunned Devin sitting on the ground, wincing slightly and looking thoroughly pissed. A mutant? He was a Blessed of Delroth and no feking mutant, thank you very much!
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Tue Aug 14, 2018 4:57 am

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The 61st of Ymiden

“By Delroth, look at that!” Devin exclaimed excitedly as he walked up to the shine on what he had told the workers would be their last trial. He could barely recognize it anymore. The holes in the walls were all gone, and what more, they looked straight now, and the door finally closed properly so that no more rats would be able to do their business and die in it. He could hardly wait to show it to Raine – but first he needed to talk to the men that were standing there and waiting for him to judge their work!

He turned around and looked at them with a serious expression on his face. “The shrine looks very good now”, he informed them at which a few of them immediately started to smile. “But unfortunately, one group was better than you and has won the contract”, he lied. The men immediately stopped smiling. One of them, the guy with the protruding belly, looked as if he wanted to punch him, so Devin quickly assured them, “If they don’t accept the contract for some reason, you will get the job – and we will definitely consider you for our next project. My employer is always looking to expand his business.”

“Either way”, he told them and smiled at them. “I do not think that all the work you did should go completely unrewarded. You will find a table with three roast chicken behind the shrine. They are all yours because this is a cause for celebration, gentlemen! You should be proud of your accomplishment!”
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