“Greetings, my
compatriots. I’m so pleased that you could join us here today. I
cannot stress how important today’s meeting is going to be, not
only for yourselves, but for the Republic of Bureaucracy as a whole!”
The portly leader of Bureaucracy paces franticly back and forth
behind his mahogany desk, gesturing wildly with his hands as he
speaks, “As all of you know, the war with High Noon has been raging
for as long as we all know. They have the upper as far as combat
strength, but we are much stronger when it comes to strategy and
cunning. However,” he raises his hand, pointing up “it has come
to the attention of the top brass that the tide may be shifting soon.
An island of legend has shown itself to us just outside of Port
Liberty. This island was said to house the last supply of old world
weaponry and technology. Our people have dubbed the supply, The
Arsenal. You don’t need me to sit here and explain to you
how important having these resources would be. It practically
explains itself. I will point out though, that it’s possible that
High Noon has seen the same thing that we have as well. It’s a
large ocean that separates us, but it’s still possible and we
aren’t going to risk anything for this expedition. You need to be
made aware that they might be sending a party to claim the riches of
The Arsenal just the same as we are. If you succeed in
your task, you will be made rich beyond your wildest dreams. If not,
well, you don’t need me to tell you that it spells doom for all of
the Republic of Bureaucracy. Please find the supply and may the
Gods grant you their blessing in this task.”
A one Rook Domino, rookie necromancer, lady thaumaturge, at your service. I'm here to acquire power and greatness, even if it means continuously and recklessly putting my teammate's lives on the line.
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