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In the quiet moments before dawn, when the world holds its breath and the first rays of light tiptoe across the horizon, there lies a tavern nestled amidst the shadows of towering buildings. Once bustling with merry laughter and the clinking of tankards, it now stands in disarray, a silent witness to the revelry of the night before. The air is thick with the scent of spilled ale and the faint tang of smoke, a lingering testament to the chaos that had ensued. Tables lie overturned, splintered wood littering the floor like fallen soldiers in a forgotten battle. Your band lies amidst the wreckage, joyfully ignorant to the chaos surrounding you. A new day had begun and the common folk starts roaming the streets. The tavern in its new glory catches eyes of many but a more peculiar event lying not so far in a side alley quickly attracts even wider attention. Then, a sudden scream abruptly wakes you from your peaceful slumber. As you all slowly regain consciousness, the world around you swims into focus. Heads throb with relentless aches, and tongues feel as though they've been coated in sand. Blinking against the dim light filtering through shattered windows, you find yourselves lying amidst the wreckage of what was once a lively tavern. Memories from the previous night are but fragmented shards, like distant whispers echoing in the recesses of your minds. Faces blur together, laughter mingles with shouts, and the music of the night swirls around you like a haunting melody. As you struggle to your feet, you survey the scene with a mix of confusion and resignation. How did you end up in this desolate ruin? Where are you? When are you? But most importantly... [[...WHO ARE YOU?]]

<<button ELF>> <<set $sorcerer to "true">> <</button>> <<button DWARF>> <<set $miner to "true">> <</button>> <<button HUMAN>> <<set $artificer to "true">> <</button>> <<button TABAXI>> <<set $hunter to "true">> <</button>> [[Continue]]

[[GO TO THE BAR]] [[LOOK AROUND THE DEBRIS]] <<linkreplace 'CHECK YOUR POCKETS'>> You find a small pouch of coins. You have $money gold You find a golden ring. You can see strange runic engravings on it. Maybe some appraiser could tell you more. <<set $discoveredRing to "true">> <</linkreplace>> [[GO OUTSIDE]]

You look around the bar. The shelves are broken and much of the alcohol is spilled everywhere. Almost nothing had survived the revelry of the night. As if it was a miracle a single bottle lies untouched amidst the ruin. The inscription reads DURAD ÂTAST. You are no expert, but it looks like some sort of dwarven rum. Surely, no one is going to miss another bottle. [[POUR YOURSELF A DRINK]] [[Continue]]

There is nothing wrong with taking a little of the hair from the dog that bit you. Each of you takes a good swig from the bottle. You start to feel its effect immediately. Your neck is burning, and you begin to choke. Your legs grow weak, and you slam yourself to the floor. After much effort you finally stand back up and manage to find balance. You feel like someone smashed your chest with a hammer. At least the hangover subsides ...for now. <<linkreplace 'take the bottle with you'>> Who knows, maybe it will be usefull later. You gained bottle of ☼dwarwen rum☼ <<set $rum = "true">> <</linkreplace>> [[Continue]]

You take a stroll around a podium. You vaguely remember some Bard telling tales about… a mouse? He seemed very fixated on one of the guests. You also remember somebody buying the whole tavern a round of drinks. Or was it two? You remember getting into an argument. Somebody really disliked your face and decided to explain you something about mages and crime statistics. You don’t know who started the fight but looking at your surroundings you can take a wild guess at who finished it. That is as far as your memory can go but hopefully you can find someone who will remember the night a bit better. [[Continue]]

You stumble towards the exit. As you walk outside you are blinded by the sunlight. You can hear a large group of people nearby. They are shouting something and seem to be distressed. There is a giant clock on the city hall. It is $hour. [[FOLLOW THE NOISE]]

As you approach the crowd you see they are all gathered around something obscured from your view. The crowd murmurs nervously and all the voices mixing together make it hard to discern what happened. You can catch a glimpse of a guards arguing with the crowd. “Scatter! Don’t interfere with the crime scene. There is nothing to see.” “Nothing to see my ass! The mayor’s been murdered!” “It’s the mages! Those terrorists are after us.” “Now, now! If you don’t disappear within a minute, you’ll be spending the rest of the day in a cell.” “The guardhouse is right on the corner. What were you idiots doing?” “I SAID LEAVE!” [[WAIT HERE FOR A MOMENT]]

The crowd slowly disperses, allowing you to see the crime scene yourself. (describe mayor here). His body is bruised, and there is a piece of a stick lodged into his stomach. His outfit is tattered and soaked in blood. One of the guards notices you. “Well, well. If it isn’t our mercenaries. Looks like one of the culprits slipped by. Since the late mayor put so much trust in you, care to help us in this mess?” <<linkreplace '"What happened?"'>> "What happened?" “Well, as you can see, our dear Mr. Sarro has been murdered, and… we are investigating right now for more details.” “Captain’s going to be really happy when he returns.” “Anyway, since we’ve been cooperating so far, could you help us here?” <<linkreplace '"We don’t really remember anything"'>> "We don’t really remember anything" “Did one of the mages cast a curse on you or is this some kind of a joke?” <<linkreplace '"Well... we just woke up after some wild party and are still trying to get our minds together"'>> "Well... we just woke up after some wild party and are still trying to get our minds together" The guards look past you on the rubble you could once call a tavern with disbelief. “This will be a long day.” Sighs one of them. “Captain is going to be furious.” "How did?… Just…" He sighs in resignation and continues with his speech: "Listen here: Somebody tried to kill the mayor in the past. We hired you to infiltrate the local folk, so that you could help us with catching the suspected assassins. Just yesterday you saved mayor’s life, and we arrested two culprits. If you don’t feel good right now just stand back and visit us when you get your stuff together“ [[Look around]] [[Help the guards]] <</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>

You look around the street. The city square is nearby but since its still early in the morning it's almost empty You can see various city folk standing around watching the crime scene from afar. You glance at the guard house and spot a grinning face behind bars. They are waving at you. <<linkreplace '"Who is that?"'>> "Who is that?" You point towards the cell. “Oh him? That’s one of the would-be assassins we... you caught yesterday. He is one weird fellow I tell you, even as far as mages go.” <<linkreplace '"Can we pay him a visit?"'>> “Sure, since you technically work for us feel free to interrogate him.” [[Visit the guardhouse]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> [[Help the guards]]

<<set $hour +=1>> As soon as you enter, you catch an argument between a guard and a very angry hobbit "Listen, I understand but our hands are full right now. Captain is out of the city and I have no boys to spare." "IT'S MY LIFEHOOD! I DEMAND JUSTICE!" "You told me four times already but what am I supposed to do? The mages are getting more agressive each day, we are losing control of the outskirts and now someone killed the mayor! Petty vandalism is the last thing on my mind right now." "PETTY VANDALISM?! THEY DESTROYED MY TAVERN" "//Focso// please! You know I..." The hobbit suddenly notices you and starts screaming more than before "THAT'S THEM!!! THESE BARBARIANS DESTROYED MY TAVERN!!! ARREST THEM NOW!!!" "//Fosco// the cells..." "NOW!!!" "Will you shut up for a moment? The cells are full, If I were to arrest them I would have to release some of the mages and you know what that would mean" "I DEMAND JUSTICE!" //Fosco's// voice seems to be getting weaker. "Then go before the council for all I care. Can't you try to settle it peacefully? I really have no options here!" "And put up with all the bureaucracy? It will take weeks before I get a hearing!" "Then try to settle it with them" He points towards you. "Best I can do is write it into the protocol and make some agreement on reparations." <<linkreplace '"Listen, we are sorry can we fix it up somehow?"'>> "Listen, we are sorry can we fix it up somehow?" He brings out a parchment with some scriblings. "Well lets see that would be..." "150 gold for all the furniture you destroyed" "100 gold for all the food and drinks" "I don't know how much the repairs will cost." "But I will lose about 1000 gold since I can't work now." <<linkreplace '"100 gold for food and drinks?"'>> "100 gold for food and drinks?" "When you arrived you were already plastered and really insisted on paying for all the hosts during the evening, I was pretty distrustful but you kept swinging a goldpouch before my eyes so I guessed you are well of and could pay it of. But then you got into a fight and completely OBLITERATED the bar, we managed to save some of the bottles but still lost a considerable amount." <</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> [[Try to sneak out]] [[Visit the prisoners|Guardhouse prison]]

<<set $discoveredRing to "false">> <<set $inventoryRing to "true">> <<set $sorcerer to "false">> <<set $miner to "false">> <<set $artificer to "false">> <<set $hunter to "false">> <<set $day = 1>> <<set $hour = 6>> <<set $money = 15>> <<set $rum = "false">> <<set $visitedPub to "false">> <<set $visitedPrison to "false">> <<set $metBlacksmith to "false">> <<set $roll1 to "<<print random (1,20)>>">> <<set $roll2 to "<<print random (1,20)>>">> <<set $drunk = 0>> <<set $room == "false">> <<set $quest = "false">> <<set $patrol = "false">>

<<set $hour +=1>> <<set $visitedPub to "true">> <div> As you walk towards the entrance you feel a slight force pulling at your coat. You look down and behold a beggar, adorned in torn clothing.</div> <div> [[Talk to the man|Ivor-1]]</div> <<linkreplace 'Try to ignore him'>> You decide to ignore the beggar. After all, you have almost no money yourself, much less to spare. You enter the pub alone. <</linkreplace>>

<div>You talk to the beggar. His voice is weak, but his intention is clear. He is begging you to treat him to something to drink, maybe even food, if you were to be so generous. You are not sure whether or not you want to help him.</div> <<if $money > 0>> [[Take pity on the beggar|Ivor-2]] <<else>>You have no money and can't spare anything to him. <</if>> <<linkreplace 'Try to ignore him'>> You decide to ignore the beggar. After all, you have almost no money yourself, much less to spare. You enter the pub alone. [[continue|pub]] <</linkreplace>>

You lost 1 gold coin. <<set $money -= 1>> <div>In the pub, you seat down and order the beggar some drink and a soup. The bartender gives you a quick look full of dissaproval, but decides to leave it be and pours him a beer.</div> <div>The beggar finally speaks up. Turns out his name is Ivor and he was mayor's friend. After he ended up on the streets, mayor gave him any assistance he could. Once the mayor died though, they imediatelly kicked him out onto the street.</div> <hr> <div>[[Ask Ivor about mayor|Ivor-3]]</div>

<div> "I've been mayor's friend for maybe thirty years. He was always so kind to me, to everyone. Did you know he had a son? Not many people knew." Ivor suddenly began to shake. You firmly hold him down until he calms down. The bartender screws up his face but says nothing. "You see, I've been studying magic and well, it backfired on me." The bartender couldn't remain silent any longer. "Yeah, it scrambled your brain real good, you freak. Playing with magic, *scofs." </div> <hr> <div>[[Ignore the bartenderand ask Ivor to continue his story|Ivor-4]]</div>

<div>"Where was I? Oh, right, the magic." "I once was quite proficient in it, you know?" "I highly doubt that" Mumbles the bartender. Ivor, however, didn't hear him and continues with his speech. "I have even made a set of two magical rings for my dear friend." His speech is interupted by the potboy, who brings him a simple soup, its mostly water with few pieces of meat and singular cut carrot. It's not much much, but you he dugs in.</div> <hr> <div>[[Ask Ivor about the rings|Ivor_5.1]]</div> <div>[[Ask Ivor to continue without mentioning the rings|Ivor_5.2]]</div>

"The rings? Oh, yeah, the rings. I've made them as a birthday gift for the mayor and his late wife. Once his wife died, one of the rings was passed on to his son. Made from the blessed metal, they allowed their wearers to sense each other. Mayor would always wear it on his right index finger" <<linkreplace '"Sence? What do you mean?"'>> "Sence? What do you mean?" "The rings broadcast their users lifeforce information. If one of the users gets hurt or even dies, the other will know immediately. They also faintly glow when near each other." <<linkreplace '"Interesting. How many people know this?"'>> "Interesting. How many people know this?" Ivor let out a sigh. "Everyone knew the mayor had a ring. Only me and mayor's son knew about their true power but he's who knows where. Nobody believes me, sadly." <<linkreplace '"Could you describe the ring to us?"'>> "Could you describe the ring to us?" "Of course. It was coated in gold with rich engraving. If these rings got closer to each other, they would produce a faint white glow." <<if $money >= 5>> <<linkreplace 'spare him some coin'>> Before he leaves, you give him fistfull of coin and bid him farewell <</linkreplace>> <</if>> [[You head out of the pub|slums]], saying farewell to Ivor as you leave. [[You remain in the pub|pub]], as you have another bussiness to attend here. <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<div>"Well anyway, I was really good at magic." Another seizure hit Ivor. After calming down, he continues. "Besides that, I was also extremely good craftsman and smith. In my prime days, I could've even be the one who would make you new swords and other weapons. But those days are over. Look at me, I am just an old beggar now." Ivor suddenly began to cry. "I-I-Thank you. I haven't had proper food in days." You try to calm him down, but he just keeps bawling his eyes out. You don't judge, the man has lost his friend, his home, everything.</div> <div>After a while, Ivor calms down and ends his sad story. </div> <<if $money >= 5>> <<linkreplace 'spare him some coin'>> Before he leaves, you give him fistfull of coin and bid him farewell <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <div>[[You head out of the pub|slums]], saying farewell to Ivor as you leave.</div> [[You remain in the pub|pub]], as you have another bussiness to attend here.

<<set $visitedPrison to "true">> <<set $hour +=1>> You enter the basement. Most of the cells are occupied. Two of them pick your attention - in one is a hunched figure scraping on the walls with his nails. The other contains a tall person is chatting with a guard. “//…intentions are pure, I can assure you.//” “Oh sure! I know your type – sleek, manipulative good-for-nothing mongrels like you who think they are special just because you know how to make some sparks with your hand. Let me tell you something – your heretical way will soon be put to legends, and now that the mayor is dead, the common folk will offer you no support whatsoever.” “//There is no need to cast such insults my dear. Do not hasten yourself, for I already told you I nor my colleague have nothing to do with the commotion outside, we merely…//” He suddenly stops as he notices you, he turns towards you and bows deeply before you. “//Ah! Welcome to my humble abode, I am terribly sorry, but the servants here did not have a time properly clean this place before your visit. Meikas! Where are your manners! Why can't you greet our friend properly!//” The hunchback turns his head to you and makes an unpleasant cackling sound before biting into his nails and sucking on the mix of dirt and gravel under them. After that he starts to scratch the wall again. <<linkreplace '"What is going on here?"'>> "What is going on here?" "I am in middle of interogating this vermin here." the guard replies. <<linkreplace '"We can take over from here if you want"'>> "We can take over from here if you want" The guard meassures you with his eyes. "You are the mercenaries, right?" He pauses for a moment. "Eh, sure. I need a drink anyway. Just make sure to report to //Eric// upstairs if he tells you anything usefull." The guard leaves. <<linkreplace '"Who are you?"'>> "Who are you" "//Who am I? a criminal of course, the kind that eats disobedient children, who curses your cattle. The bane of peasants and nobles alike. I lurk in the night as I terrorize the streets. I am a SORCERER//" He starts flapping his hands in the air and makes a faing howling sound. <<linkreplace '"And your name is...?"'>> "And your name is...?" ""//Ah! How rude of me! My name is Lerdu. I am at your service//."" <<linkreplace '"Why do you talk like that? Can you speak like a normal person for a moment?"'>> "Why do you talk like that? Can you speak like a normal person for a moment?" "No." <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace 'Ask about the murder'>> "Did you see anything happening outside last night?" "//Well of course I did! Splendit act I tell you, what a sight!//" <<linkreplace '"So, do you have any useful information?"'>> "So, do you have any useful information?" "//Oh I do! But I am not telling you. Not for free at least.//" <<linkreplace '"You are not in position to negotate."'>> "You are not in position to negotate." "//Well, I do not have a vile murderer at large. If you wish to reveal the truth, you need to earn my favour.//" <<linkreplace '"Ok, what is it you want?"'>> "Ok, what is it you want?" "//A simple task. When i was so rightfully seized by our friends, they offered my belongings for sale! Could you believe it! I merely wish to reunite with my monocle. I have trouble seeing without it, so maybe if we reunite it could help me see what happened last night.//" <<set $quest = "true">> [[return to guardhouse|guardhouse]] <</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>

After a while you see the enraged hobbit as he storms out of the building. "The guild will hear about this" he proclaims as he hurries of to the distance. He doesn't seem to notice you. [[continue|city square]]

The guards are alarmed by your possesion of the ring. "where did you get it?" [["It was in my pocket when we woke up"|ending arrested]] [["It was lying on the ground here"|lie]]

You stand in the guard house <<if $visitedPrison == "false">> [[visit prison cells|Guardhouse prison]] <<else>> [[visit prison cells|prison]] <</if>> [[go outside|city square]] <<if $patrol == "false">> <<set $patrol = "true">> [[enlist to guard duty|patrol]] <<else>> You already served your patrol today <</if>>

You already interrogated the prisoner. No one else wishes to talk with you. [[return to guardhouse|guardhouse]]

You are on a city square. There is a giant clock on the city hall. It is $hour. [[visit guard house|guardhouse]] [[visit the side alley|side alley]] <<if $blacksmithVisited == "false">> [[visit blacksmith|blacksmith]] <</if>> [[visit the slums|slums]]

<<set $hour +=8>> At the end of the shift you get your well deserved reward. <<set $money += 10>> Gained 10 gold pieces. [[return to guard house|guardhouse]]

You venture into the alley. This is where the murder took place. The guards have already managed to secure the evidence and remove the body. Still there might be something worth looking for. <<linkreplace 'search the place'>> You look around in an attempt to find anything connected to the murder. You didn't manage to find anything. <</linkreplace>> [[return|city square]]

[[check th shop|pawnshop]] <<if $visitedPub == true>> [[visit the pub|pub]] <<else>> [[visit the pub|First meeting with Ivor]] <</if>> [[leave the slums|city square]]

[[go outside|slums]] [[sell|trade]]

It appears the news of your //achievments// have not yet arrived here. Services are open to you. [[rent a room|pub]] <<if $drunk <= 2>> [[buy a round of drinks for your party|buydrink]] <</if>> <<if $drunk > 2 && $drunk< 4>> [[MorE dRinkS pLEase|buydrink]] <</if>> <<if $drunk == 4>> [[MorE dRinkS pLEase|gameover]] <</if>> <<if $room == "true">> [[go to your room|room]] <</if>> [[rent a room|rent]] [[gamble]] [[go outside|slums]]

<<if $room == "true">> [[sleep|next day]] <<else>> You didn't rent the rooms for today <</if>> [[leave room|pub]]

<<set $day += 1>> <<set $hour == 6>> <<set $drunk == 0>> <<set $room = "false">> Day $day You wake up. It is a start of a new day. <<if $day == 3>> [[continue|son]] <<else>> [[continue|room]] <</if>>

<<if $discoveredRing == "true" && $inventoryRing == "true">> <<linkreplace 'try to sell the ring'>> The shopkeeper stares at you for some time. The shop is filled with uncomfortable silence. Suddenly he speaks out. "10 gold pieces" [[accept|deal]] [[try to barter|barter]] [[reject|nodeal]] <</linkreplace>> <<else>> Nothing picks your interest. You have nothing to sell. <</if>> [[return|pawnshop]]

<<set $hour +=1>> Since you don't remember anything you are not very usefull. You decide to at least keep the crowd away from the scene. As you stand on guard, you overhear the conversation between the guards as they are examining the scene. "Do you think one of the mages did that?" "Probably, but I don't see any wounds caused by magic. Just some bruises and well... the stick in his stomach" "Is that his walking cane?" "Hard to tell, could also be a tree branch for all i know" "Wait, I don't see him wearing his ring" "Huh? does he have any money on him?" "Let me see... there is about 100 gold pieces" "Weird, why would they take the ring and not the money." "Maybe he just lost it?" They sudenly turn towards you. "Hey maybe we could use your help after all" <<linkreplace 'Yes? what do you need?'>> "Yes? What do you need?" "The mayor lost his ring, we have a suspicion this might have been a botched robbery, but no one took his money. Could you take a look around and see if the ring isn't lying around by any chance" <<linkreplace '"What did it look like?"'>> "What did it look like?" "It was a golden ring with a tiny engraving. I know it's very vague but this ring was just so... when you see it you will know." <<if $discoveredRing == "true">> You remember the ring you found in your pocket. [["Something like this?"|guard alarmed]] [[Decide not to show the ring|guard continue]] <</if>>[["we will keep an eye on it"|scavenge]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

work in progress [[Visit the guardhouse]]

You are imediatelly seized for questioning. The crime scene is properly examined and with the public demanding a solution. Guards decide to use you as a scapegoat and the crime is soon pitted on you. You have been found guilty of murder and terrorism and are sentenced to death. THE END

"It was just lying on the ground here" The guards are suspicious of you. You lost the ring. <<set $inventoryRing to "false">> [[continue|guard continue]]

<div>There is a group of men in a corner" Hey, want to play some dice?"</div> <<if $money >0 >> <<linkreplace "Sure, let's play.">> You pay 1 gold piece. <<set $money -= 1>> <<set $r1 = $roll1>> <<set $r2 = $roll2>> You sit with one of them. The man gives you few dice and you both roll. You roll $r1, while the stranger rolls $r2. <<if $r1 > $r2>> You won! You gain 2 gold pieces <<set $money += 2>> <<else>> You lost. <</if>> [[play again|gamble]] <</linkreplace>> <<else>> You don't have enough money to play. <</if>> [[leave|pub]]

<<set $visitedBlacksmith to "true">> You waltz into the shop, not really looking for anything in particular. Of course you have seen the signs outside, discouraging any sorcerer from entering, but what could go wrong? Not like the shopkeeper could tell someone is a mage. Besides, you are simply interested in what the shop has to offer. From the back can be heard loud clangs, as if a heavy hammer repeatedly pummelled hot iron into its future form. Finally, a dwarf comes from there. He frowns at you, as he inspects you, trying to figure out whether you are troublemakers or customers. “Whatcha want? I did nothing wrong, no money owned or nothing.” <<linkreplace'"We aren’t looking for troubles nor do we want to extort your hard-earned gold."'>> "We aren’t looking for troubles nor do we want to extort your hard-earned gold." You can hear the dwarf snort. “As if ye are telling the truth lads. I know your kind, you are looking for excuse to pillage me.” Silence follows. The dwarf then continues. “Why should I trust you, you scoundrels? Leave!" <<if $money > 5>> <<linkreplace 'give him 5 gold pieces to sweeten him up'>> The blacksmith quickly snatches those coins. He weighs the pros and cons in his head before speaking up. "Alright, you lads are ‚right, for now. Are you looking for anything specific?" <<linkreplace '"Not really, just looking for information. You seem like you don’t really like mages. Why’s that?"'>> "Not really, just looking for information. You seem like you don’t really like mages. Why’s that?" The blacksmith sighs and sits on the chair located behind his counter. "'Tis a long story lads. Are you sure you want to hear it all? But then again, you paid, so its the product you bought." He looks at you, half expecting you to leave, but seeing you are waiting for his story, he speaks up. „It started in times of me grandad. He was one true dwarf, tell you that. He had just moved into this city and back then, there used to be quite a huge mage community. They were mostly holed up in their little district, where the prison now stands. One of them was weirdly interested in my granddad’s wares. At the time, it was just business. But it all changed one day. I wasn’t born yet, but I remember fondly how my pop told me this story. He was just a wee dwarf at the time, maybe 40 years old. He was helping my granddad pack up after a productive day, when a huge explosion lit the sky. It came from the mage district.” He suddenly stops and looks at you. “Shall I continue or am I just boring you, lads?” [[Allow him to continue|blacksmith2]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<else>> <</if>> [[leave|city square]] <</linkreplace>>

<<set $hour +=1>> The dwarf gives in to your requests and continues, but not before pouring himself a shot of dwarven rum from a bottle he mysteriously pulled from under the counter. “Listen now lads, for this will be ugly and I don’t want to repeat meself. As the smoke filled the sky, pieces of metal came raining down on. Me pop was almost squashed by a huge metal plate, fitted with tubes, wires and strange crystal. He ducked just in time to dodge an otherwise deadly fireball, that came out flying from one of those tubes. I remember to this day the tone with which he told me this next part. As he looked at the plate and tubes, he spotted something horrible. My granddad’s logo was on them.” The dwarf pauses and tears can be seen forming in his eyes, which in itself is quite unusual. “Other flying chunks killed me grandma and chopped of me granddad’s arm.” He sighs yet again and pours himself another shot. “The guards soon came for granddad, thinking he was somehow associated with it, when the poor dwarf had only been selling his stuff to other people. Can you imagine the situation? Me pop became the man of the household, at such a young age. Everyone suddenly hated him.” He pours himself yet another shot, clearly drinking away the pain this story causes him. “With reputation ruined, me pop had to do all kind of disgusting stuff in order to feed himself. He was an orphan, at this point. He even had to help build that huge prison, just to see his pop be thrown in it. Me granddad was never freed. But lady luck was on me pop’s side. Just after 70 years, another dwarf family came into town, with daughter just his age. That girl was me mother. With her help, he slowly rebuilt the shop, although it never reached its former glory. Cut to the present and ‘tis me shop now.” <<linkreplace "Still, could you please tell us more about the mages? ">> As you ask him, he frowns once again. “I don’t know much. Some mage was tinkering with me granddad’s stuff and it backfired. Later, there were huge pogroms against them. Turned out the imbeciles were trying to fuse machine with magic, to create stronger weapons. Idiots. That is the reason everybody hates mages.”<</linkreplace>> [[leave|city square]]

All of the sudden, everything in town goes quiet, and then the trumpets can be heard. You rush to the scene and see a carriage arrive in front of mayor’s mansion. The doors open and a man appeared. The crowd was shouting at him. “Welcome back Timothy!” “Timothy, please be the next mayor!” “We love you, Timothy!” At the same time, there could be heard voices against him. “You haven’t been here for your father when he needed you. What makes you think you are of any use now?” The man, whom you by now figure to be mayor’s returned son Timothy, didn’t seem to mind them. He climbed up the stairs and turned to face the crowd. “Great citizens of this city. I understand why some of you aren’t happy to see me. But please, believe me. I loved my father like no one else. It pains my heart to be here, to attend his funeral. I want you to know this. I will not usurp my father’s place. You are free to elect whoever you want to be the next mayor. If you want me to, I can be a candidate. But nothing more.” With those words, he went inside the mansion, followed by his close group of guards. <<set $hour +=1>> [[continue|son2]]

You didn’t really know what to take from it at first, but it would soon be clear that it would be part of your business. Not even half an hour after Timothy’s arrival, a guard approached you. “Revered adventurers, my lord, Timothy, the late mayor’s only son, wouldwish to speak with you. He heard that you were hired by his father and were very helpful to him. If you wouldn’t mind, he would like exchange a few words.” It didn’t seem like it was a choice to you, so you reluctantly obliged and followed the guard. You are lead into a large room with table just as magnificent. There sits Timothy, seemingly waiting for you. He signals you to sit down. [[continue|son3]]

Timothy pours himself a glass of water, before asking a nearby butler to do the same for you. There are already glasses on the table, so the waiter just pours in the liquid. After a while, Timothy breaks the silence. “Sooo, my dear adventurers. I’ve heard my father employed you, so I figured I might ask you to help me investigate his murder. Will you help me?” [[agree to help|helpson]] [[reject the offer|rejectson]]

“Good, good. Well, I suppose I should introduce myself. After all, I will be your new employer. As you already know, my name is Timothy Sarro and I am the only son of my late father, Alexius Sarro. I haven’t been in this town for some time now, as my father has sent me to study in our capital. I am knowledgeable in things such history of this land, history of mages, well, history in general. Under my belt also fall certain economy theories, which I study now. My father actually guided me to choose this path, as we both thought it would ultimately benefit this lovely town.” [[continue|mansion]]

[[You are several hundreds of gold in debt, the tavernkeepers guild hates you, it would be wiser to accept|helpson]]

You wander around the mansion, peeking into rooms and admiring their beauty. The main hall is adorned with incredible paintings. The downstair rooms are more simple, more suited for the staff of the mansion. You go through a big kitchen, equipped with every possible cooking utensil you can think of and even some you have never seen before. You also see the staff quarters, where butlers and maids reside when not working. As the mansion doesn’t have a garden, you find a room where trees are grown indoors. There are also seedbeds filled various different vegetables. Upstairs, you find more elegant rooms, such as the one you met Timothy in. Portraits are hanging on almost every wall. You walk into what seems like a library. Rows of books everywhere, your eyes almost didn’t know where to look. How could anyone have such a huge collection? It seemed like there is every book that was ever written. You would admire them for longer, but a butler suddenly interrupted you. “Excuse me, but my lord is waiting for you.” You are once again led to the meeting room. On the table are now various items, such as mayor’s bloody coat, his pocket knife and other personal belongings. Timothy welcomes you. “Dear adventurers, these are the items that belonged to my father. Please, have a look at them. [[Inspect the things|son4]]

Work in progress [[continue|city square]]

<<if $money > 0>> <<if $drunk == 0>> You buy a round of beers <<elseif $drunk == 1>> You buy shots of dwarven rum <<else>> You place the coin on the counter and take anything bartender gives you. <</if>> <<set $drunk += 1>> You lost 1 gold piece. <<set $money -= 1>> <</if>> <<if $money == 0>> You don't have enough money to buy a drink <</if>> [[continue|pub]]

You order more and more drinks. Alcohol keeps pouring and soon you lose control. You wake up the following day in a cell. Apparently, you went on another drunken rampage. You demolished yet another tavern and as you were searching for another tavern brave enought to serve you, you got into a fight with a locals. The city guard was prepared this time and quickly intervened. You have been found guilty of vandalism battery and public indecency. Possibility that you were the one who killed the mayor is also being discussed. All in all you will be here for a long time. THE END

<<set $money += 10>> <<set $inventoryRing == "false">> You accept the deal and quickly leave the shop. You lost golden ring. You earned 10 gold. [[continue|slums]]

You try to barter with him. But he immediately shuts you down. "Have you got even a slightest idea what are you trying to do? I am NOT going to ask you how you got it and instead give you a very, VERY fair price." [[accept|deal]] [[reject|nodeal]]

This ring is obviously way more valuable than that. You reject the offer and leave. [[continue|slums]]

<<if $room == "true">> you already rented a room <<else>> <<if $money > 0>> <<set $room = "true">> <<set $money -= 1>> you rent a room for today <<else>> you don't have enough money to rent a room <</if>> <</if>> [[continue|pub]]

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