From Loranon

Player Character
Mikeal Orcaleone
Player	Rick Ohl
Affiliations	PC Party
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Description

Background

It was the third full moon of this year when it happened. The members of the Orcaleone Family gathered deep in the Black Traveler Lodge. It is the lowest point in Sicilino, a large city in Daromir. These streets have been my home for over ten years, ever since the money guided me there when I was still but a child.

It was there in the basement that we partook of Merlotti, or bloodwine in the common tongue, and set out on our business. It is in these many shady dealings that we are able to see more clearly the money to be made, and the influence to be gained. We can gain insight and wisdom, as well as guidance on our future actions. This night was unlike any we had experienced before. We schemed of entire continents with monarchs and nobles indebted. Huge brothels, unlike anything I'd ever heard of, spreading across all of Mezra, all in our vast pockets. Gone was the peace, the tranquility, the balance that normally spreads throughout the lands. All there would be was power, and it would all be ours.

When the serving wenches left us, the room was abuzz, filled with the essence of spirits, and from the waning smoke of cigars, stood the Don of the family, Vito Orcaleone. His rotund form was not the same that had made him such a formidable warrior for so many years, but his presence was a weight upon all.

He spoke in a tongue we had never heard, but could understand as if it were our own. It is secret that the family has held close for decades. This way our business would not be overheard by outsiders. "You have all borne witness to the great days almost upon us. The power of the established order is waning, and soon we will own kings and nobles. There is nothing that can be done to stop this."

He turned, and studied each of us carefully, apparently deliberating as what to say next. "This world will be overrun with our influence. The order of Mezra will be destroyed, and a new order will emerge. This is a power which was set in motion by my forefathers. It is a power that will need to by matched by the greatest of my brotherhood. These young ones that have carved out their lives upon me, their mettle will decide our fate. As my top earners, I charge you to go forth and bring glory to us all."

Sonny Orcaleone, our top earner, stood and stepped toward him. "Choose me Don Orcaleone. I am your guy."

A wide grin adorned his face as he faced him. "For you, I have a most important journey planned, but now is not the time. You will stay here and prepare yourself, for the most dangerous journey of all."

He turned then to a group of mooks. "Louigi, Nickki, Tomi, I need you to sail south, to Loranon. There is where it starts. You gotta take advantage of the situations to arise. In the woods to the south you will meet with the elves of the Elvareen Circle. Run this bag to some guys out there. Those elves will never know what hit ‘em. Trust me when I say that they will be ripe for the plucking after this."

Louigi bowed before the Don. "We will plunder and murder for you boss." The other two joined him before standing up straight.

He then turned to my goomba, Frankrin Moonface. "Yo Franki, I need you to pay a little visit to Jarrol Thunderhelm, and give him a little message from me. Let him know that whelching on a debt is not too good for him or his guys."

I watched as Franki ground out his cigar and stood. "Hey, no problem Don."

It was at that moment he turned to me. "Mikeal, my boy. You are goin’ to the capital." I could feel juices flowing. The tales of that place I had heard. Loose women and loose purses "You are gonna go meet a guy about a thing. You know what I’m talkin about. And take this to your sister. I hope that her first child is a masculine child”

I was excited. It's not been too long since I was Made, and this was a big assignment. It was with great honor in my heart that I accepted the call. "It would be my great pleasure Don Orcaleone."

He smiled and turned to face the group. "The rest of you gotta stay here. Protect our contracts. Report back, and keep passing the gold up the pipe. Your Capos have more for yas. I will guide your movements. Fuggedaboudit, we’re good.”

With those words, he disappeared into the back room, with his favorite wench in tow. The other made guys in the room scattered. That night I packed my gear, and set out.

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