The heat of the mid-day sun having forced him to seek shade, the heat too oppressive to even think of continuing onwards, (Character) rested awhile beneath a stand of wide-leaved trees. Made drowsy by the sun’s warmth, he dwelt between sleep and waking, imagination conjuring images from the heat haze that lay upon the land. So that it seemed as if in a dream that a figure came towards him, dressed in kingly array, silken robes richly colored. In its left hand it carried an empty purse, and in its right a wickedly curved knife, and these it placed on the ground before (Character). “The choice of King and peasant, wise man and fool,” the figure spoke, though even so, (Character) knew not for certain if it was real or a dream’s phantom, for it seemed the voice came as much in his mind as spoken aloud. “The choice of Ji Indur. And now, your choice.”
NPC Encounter
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Options | Loyalists | Neutral | Usurpers |
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ATTACK Ji Indur | ? | ? | ? |
OFFER Ji Indur ten thousand gold | ? | ? | ? |
FLEE | ? | ? | ? |
Take the KNIFE | ? | ? | ? |
Seek to RECRUIT Ji Indur to his cause | ? | ? | ? |
RECRUIT, Usurpers: Thoughts still perhaps made slow by the sun, even so, (Character) knew better than to accept anything proffered him by a Nazgul. Instead, then, he rose to his feet to bow low to Ji Indur, telling him of the strife, and asking if he would consider lending his knife to his nation’s cause. Ji Indur nodded, with so little hesitation or apparent consideration that it seemed clear the Nazgul had already made the decision, perhaps had even sought out (Character) for this reason. “As my master commands, so I serve. My knife and coin are yours.”