Welcome to Heist Quest. Guide a young man, with no thieving experience, on his quest to steal his inheritance from the most impenetrable, monster infested place in the world.
How this quest works,
No need to break out the dice. I'll present a scenario and a several courses of action. Mob rule decides which one is undertaken.
“It isn't doing anything?” I say, “Are you sure it works.” The stone sitting in my palm is deep blue, impossibly smooth and warm to the touch. Supposedly its magic too, but I wouldn't put it past my uncle to just be pulling my leg. Although when I look up his face is more serious than its ever been.
“If it doesn't work, then I’m just a raving loon whose been hearing voices in his head for two decades,” says my uncle, “Nah trust me, it works.”
I glance down at it again, tossing it from hand to hand. “So its like an advisor?”
“Yeah. They call them mind stones. And it ain't just one advisor, more like a whole gaggle of them. Trust me once it starts talking it won't ever shut up.”
Maybe my uncle was just crazy. The blue stone was like most of its kin. Silent and unmoving.
“Give it some context,” he urged, “can't help you if it doesn't know what you want.”
Ok. Fine. I'm thinking at a rock, but I've got nothing to lose. Not yet at least.
My name is Flint Haybarrow. My mother is the head of the merchant guild, and I could probably coast through life on the back of her fortune, but just thinking about that idea makes me restless.
Grandfather, well he's even more famous than my mother. Aaron Haybarrow. The legendary hero. The only man who could fight the Demon Lord to a standstill. He died before I was born. All I have is the letter he left me.
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