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== | =The Black Market= | ||
[[File:Time-Icon.png|40px]] Past the edge of the market oval, where the grass gives way to the treeline and the light from the other stalls doesn't quite reach, there's a shape. It doesn't announce itself. There's no flag on the pole for it, no color, no name called out over the crowd. You have to already know to look, and you have to be the kind of person the shape is willing to be seen by. | |||
Rook is a Crowfolk, tall and narrow-shouldered under a coat too big for them, black feathers showing at the wrists and throat where the coat doesn't quite cover. They don't haggle and they don't explain where anything comes from, and they've never once been wrong about what a customer actually wants versus what they asked for. Word among the Gamblers, Rogues, and Sorcerers who know to look for them is simple: Rook doesn't sell you trouble, they sell you what trouble left behind. | |||
==Event== | |||
Roll 1d6 on a 6, Rook tilts their head sharply toward one of the other market stalls across the oval, watching it for a long moment. Whatever they were watching for, it apparently already happened. They go back to business without a word. | |||
==Local Gathering== | |||
Roll 1 time on this table | |||
{| class="wikitable" style="color:black; background-color:#efeae2;border: 2px solid #B21224;" | |||
! Roll 1d6 !! Townsfolk | |||
|- | |||
| '''1''' - '''6''' || [[Rook|<span style="color:#A6932B">'''Rook</span>]] The Black Market | |||
|} | |||
==Travel Locations== | |||
*To the '''[[CCVV-0087|Farmers Market Center]]''' | |||
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Latest revision as of 17:06, 8 July 2026
| Dicey Dangers, The Creepy Creature of Vulture's Vineyard | Game by Joel Hills |
The Black Market
Past the edge of the market oval, where the grass gives way to the treeline and the light from the other stalls doesn't quite reach, there's a shape. It doesn't announce itself. There's no flag on the pole for it, no color, no name called out over the crowd. You have to already know to look, and you have to be the kind of person the shape is willing to be seen by.
Rook is a Crowfolk, tall and narrow-shouldered under a coat too big for them, black feathers showing at the wrists and throat where the coat doesn't quite cover. They don't haggle and they don't explain where anything comes from, and they've never once been wrong about what a customer actually wants versus what they asked for. Word among the Gamblers, Rogues, and Sorcerers who know to look for them is simple: Rook doesn't sell you trouble, they sell you what trouble left behind.
Event
Roll 1d6 on a 6, Rook tilts their head sharply toward one of the other market stalls across the oval, watching it for a long moment. Whatever they were watching for, it apparently already happened. They go back to business without a word.
Local Gathering
Roll 1 time on this table
| Roll 1d6 | Townsfolk |
|---|---|
| 1 - 6 | Rook The Black Market |
Travel Locations
- To the Farmers Market Center
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The Creepy Creature of Vulture's Vineyard | ******************************************************************************************************************************************** |