Indirik Family/Danost/Selling the Club
At high noon, in the middle of the main markets of Cteduul, a somewhat unkempt figure walked into the middle of the street. He was carrying a wooden box, which he tossed down in the street, and immediately hopped onto it. He lifted his arms, calling for the attention of the milling crowds.
"People of Cteduul! Lords and Ladies! Noble and Commoner alike! I bring you greetings! I am Danost Indirik, and I bring you wonders beyond belief. Look here and be amazed!"
Danost reached behind his back and pulled a long, wooden club from his pack. The club was made of a deeply polished, dark wood. Metal bands ringed the club in several places. The silvery bands glinted in a golden hue in the sunlight, but they were clearly not of gold. Just above the leather hand grip was a band of iron with a shining silver signet.
Danost brandished the club above his head, waving it to and fro.
"This is a weapon the likes of which you have never before seen! It was recently crafted by the most cunning of sages, using mystical formulas unknown to common mortals. The formulas for its creation come from mysterious tomes of lore recovered from the tomb of none other than the long-dead Arch Priest Ucdauh himself! People of Cteduul! I bring you Ucdauh's Club of Suffering!"
With this pronouncement the gathering crowd began calling for Danost to tell the tale of the recovery of the mysterious tomb. Danost brandished the club wildly, and regaled the crowd with a long tale of how he had slain ravening hordes of undead before finally reaching the tomb of the long-dead Ucdauh. The crowd cheered as he brandished the club, re-enacting the fight with the undead monstrosity.
When the tale was finally over, the voice of the crowd rose once again in accolade. As the cheers died off, Danost raised his hands for one final pronouncement:
"People of Cteduul! Is there anyone here willing to part with a few gold coins in return for the prestige that can be brought to their name by wielding Ucdauh's Club of Suffering with their own hand? What say you all?"
As Danost stood holding the Club above his head amongst the milling crowds in the market, a strong voice attracted his attention from behind.
"Hmmm, you have caught my attention Freeman Danost. What is it that this ancient club of yours do exactly. Can I expect great things? More importantly, what is your price."
Danost instantly recognized the rich garb of a noble of some import. He quickly lowered the Club and stepped down from the wooden box he had been using as an impromptu stage. With a nervous look, Danost performed his best imitation of the bows he had seen nobles use amongst themselves. It was, to say the least, somewhat... awkward.
"Greetings, m'Lord. Please, allow me to present the legendary weapon known across the world as Ucdauh's Club of Suffering." Danost held the Club out toward the noble upon the open palms of both his hands. He bowed slightly and held the club out for the noble's inspection. As the noble took the Club, Danost straightened.
"m'Lord, Ucdauh's Club of Suffering is made of the finest and hardest ash wood, polished to a brilliant sheen. It is banded with golden-steel smelted from an ancient ceremonial dagger retrieved from crumbling ruins in the lost depths of the Norjke Mountains. The silver band and signet are formed from a long-lost, only recently recovered, signet ring of unknown design. It is believed to be the signet of Ucdauh himself, but no one knows for sure."
"Try a few swings, m'Lord. Feel the superb heft and balance. A weapon of obviously great quality, wouldn't you agree? Imagine how impressive it would be swinging from your hip as you next meet with the great council of Avalon! Imagine the fear you will strike into the hearts of the Fwuvoghorians as you stride into battle wielding the legendary Club of Suffering. Such a prestigious weapon would bring you great fame, m'Lord."
As the noble gave a few practice swings with the Club, Danost made his final pitch: "Surely a noble of such obvious wealth as yourself could make great use of such a fine weapon. It can be yours, m'Lord, for the low price of, let's say, 40 gold? A finer bargain you will not find anywhere!"
Danost waited anxiously for the noble's reply.
I forgot to save the rest of the RP series about selling the Club, so the actual event is lost to us forever. Suffice it to say that Danost sold the Club to a noble of Avalon for 40 gold. He promptly spent all the gold at the academy in Cteduul.
