- Job Details:
- Job:Steal The Famous Fudge Recipe!
Rank:D
Player Requirements:D or C rank wizards, 1-4 team members, 150 word min per post, 5 post minimum (Dark Mages/Guildless Only)
Job Requirements:D or C ranked wizard, Dark mage, no moral objection to thieving, recipe card must be intact and the employee must never speak of the job again if either of these terms are breached the contract is null and void, payment cancelled.
Job Location: Peace Village
Job Description:Chef William Dorvald would like a wizard to steal his rival's secret fudge recipe while he is away for the week and is willing to pay top dollar for silence on the subject and a speedy delivery.
Reward: 1,000 jewels on delivery, 1,500 if presented in 5 posts (before the rival gets back).
Ah Peace Village, the most peaceful village on earth... At least that's what people thought. This was up until a certain man by the name of Ahmose Shamoon walked into town on his way out of Desierto. Although he was dressed in Egyptian-like attire he managed to pretty much stay out of the line of attention as he made his way through town. He had a serious and malicious look in his eye as he walked, thinking about the pact he had made to join the ranks of Grim Heresy. Although he was unsure of what that meant right now, he felt different than he did before, he felt like he could do anything.
As soon as he made it into the Village square he was stopped by a man who was wearing a Chef's attire. Ahmose looked him up and down before opening his mouth "Speak now or leave me be." he put it simply as he glared at the chef hard enough to make the man shake in his boots. After a couple seconds the man spoke shakily "I uh... I am sorry sir but I have a request for you. I have been watching you since you entered town and well, I don't mean to judge you but you look like the right man for the job." the chef sputtered out his words quickly, almost as if he would die if he didn't get his point across.
Ahmose scowled at the man "You gonna pay me old man?" his scowl turned into an evil smirk as the man nodded "O- Of course sir. The job in question is the steal a fudge recipe from a rival of mine while he is away. While I would do it myself, I am not in the right state to do it as I am weak." the man spoke with more confidence this time around. Ahmose nodded and closed his eyes, thinking about his decision. "Alright fine but not a word of this to anybody or you will die." he glared at the chef again before walking off.
Ahmose watched as the chef left on his own way Once he was gone he started planning on how he would get the job done.