The Misadventures of the Lords of Loot.

Episode 1, Part 1 :  It All Started with a Runebook...

Regulus and I (Finster, The Llama God) were minding our own business in Britain: The City of Lag, when we noticed two gentlemen half a screen away talking about recalling off of something on the ground.  Upon further inspection, I noticed a runebook and decided that it must be mine.  With a quickness I perform a drive-by looting, and our story begins...

Since we are in this business to make money, I decide to sell them their book back for 1000 gold (I also included a free prize since I'm such a good sport).  They agree and we head to the bank to complete the transaction.

Since the guy in silver never got to recall off the book, I'm sure the two of them are going to try it again.  The two of them get irritated at my presence and ask me to leave a few times.  I refuse.  So they run off into the building pictured to the east (the very same building Regulus is in by chance).  The gods must be with us today, since I have yet to see an end to this encounter!

Regulus (the guy in white with the stupid hat on) alerts me seconds before the runebook is placed on the ground.  Drive-by looting number two is successful, and again I possess their runebook.  The guy in silver managed to recall away, but I don't mind.  One less person shouting "give it back" makes these types of transactions much easier.  If you have a keen eye, you might have noticed the dead bodies on the ground.  What could these be?  Some idiot was gating in and killing NPC vendors for their "black shoes."  And yes, you heard me right, sandals aren't good enough for this 1337 h4x0r.  Regulus decided that a "GUARDS" at the right moment would be entertaining.  It was.  We got his reagents and a good laugh.

Uh oh!  Not the GMs!  If I had 1000 gold for every time that has been threatened, I would already have my tower and wouldn't have to work this hard.  Since I believe this young man didn't learn his lesson, I decide a price increase is in order.  This young man would rather rely on a GM than the power of the Britannia Economy.  Regulus decides to impart some wisdom on the uneducated whelp.

This little bastard should listen to his elders.  Just because this is "Pleasantville," doesn't mean that every whiner gets his way.  I inform him that the only way he will be getting his runebook back is 3000 gold.  After a few minutes, his tone changes.

Of course you are poor, we all are.  So you only have 2000 gold on you?  That sucks since the price is 3000.  And of course the rest of your gold is at your house in Felucca.  I hear this all the tim-...  Wait a minute.  Felucca you say?  Oh this is about to get interesting...

What will happen to our heroes?  What evils await them in "That other place you can place houses, but it sucks cause you have to deal with real life issues?"  Find out in the next exciting episode of:  The Misadventures of the Lords of Loot.

Today's Lesson:  An insecure trade right next to the bank without talking in party chat is doomed to fail.  We thank you for your stupidity.