High security cheese

[treg]

You, along with several others have been hired to guard some cheese being transported from one town to a cheeseless one. Of course you find this a rediculous waste of time and effort, since any bandits would find the shoes on your feet more valuable than all the cheese, but money is money and you want to fill your pockets. While yawning you notice two little eyes in the darkness, leaning forward to investigate you discover its a mouse. Thinking only of the cheese protection job for which you were hired, you reach out to grab it but stop as it speaks,"WAIT! my name is Treg and if you help me get that cheese i could get you more money then they are paying you." Upon hearing this the others have gathered around the mouse as well. You doubt the mouse could actually have enough money to hold that up, but still a moral dilema is reached; do you honor your contract and try to stop the mouse, or do you say the heck with honor and go for the greedy choice which could result in even more money for your pockets?

[Shiqra]

Hmmm - I say pinch off a piece from the bottom of the cheese, give it to the lil mouse and call it road damage...course that greedy little mouse is probably going to demand more cheese...and more cheese...

[treg]

Treg, the mouse, will only pay for all the cheese. And he is not greedy, he just has an uncontrolable urge to eat cheese, he is a cheese addict.

[Grim Jestor]

A new voice timidly inquires, "Might we see the color of this gentlemouse's gold, before we come to a decision?" It is Simon, one of the youngest and least-experienced of the cheese-guards, obviously not hired for any particular skill. He is wearing no armor save for an ancient-looking leather cap, which buckles under his chin and makes him look completely ridiculous. Other than that, he is dressed as a townsman, although his clothes are ill-fitting and not very new, obviously stolen from someone and hurriedly donned. For a weapon he is carrying what appears to be a broken tree-branch, with a lanyard attached to one side and tied off on the thick leather belt around his waist. Although he is certainly not formidable in battle, if he has in fact ever seen one, his proposal is a reasonable one, born more of greed than any kind of good sense or cleverness...

[treg]

Treg cannot carry it on him, he lacks pockets and so much gold would slow him down, all he has on him is the location of which the cheese and gold is to be exchanged.

[frosty]

a surprisingly short young female elf aproaches. tho she is young she has a dark air about her. "half of us should follow the rodent to teh gold if we do not return by nightfall tomarrow. continue on with the cheese. i will lead the expedition for the gold for mice are cousins to rats and rats are sneaky things".

sit 1. there is gold. apon seeing the gold she steps on treg and digs her shoe into the ground killing him, colects the gold, and returns to the party to deliver the cheese

sit 2. there is no gold. she kills the mouse as such and returns to deliver the cheese.

[Grim Jestor]

Simon steps between the musing elf and her potential victim, although he is certain that they don't call it Treg the Mighty, Slayer of Dragons, for no reason at all... The faint light of greed is shining in his formerly dull eyes, and he pulls out his broken tree-branch in a strange liquid motion, something which should have been impossible for such an obvious dullard. Simon brandishes his silly-looking weapon, although even the most casual observer would notice that he holds it with a certain deadly ease, as if this were a natural extension of his arm.

"There will be no stepping today, madame elf, except for your stepping back around the other side of the cheese-wagon where you belong," He says in mock politeness. "My tree-branch and I have been hired to do a job, and we intend to do it, unless..." and here his eyes dart to the small shape of the mouse, which although threatened never twitched so much as a whisker... "Unless I am hired to do a better, more profitable job."

The thought races through his mind, That mouse was never in any danger at all, was it? quickly followed by another, How do I know that? but the questions melt away almost as if someone had grabbed them from his mind, and they occur to him no longer...

[treg]

Treg will leave them to decide what action they will take. The wagon will take 5 days to reach its destination. Treg jumps off the the wagon and scurrys off into a bush, leaving behind a small piece of paper with a map to the center of the forest and instrucions that they have 2 days to bring the cheese to that location for the exchange.

[frosty]

the elf(frosty) gives simon and evil look "fun killer i say we feed simon to a dragon"

[onedarkdemon1]

I say we give the cheese to treq the mouse and then if treq lies i will trap treq and sell it for the gold he promised then distribute it to us guards