"To the side of law."
The tip of his staff starts to glow.
"To fight against the hell I
learned so well."
The white light has a red core, beating,
like a heart.
-Glemantrious "The Glamour Trip"
Rich patrons. Thats what they
needed. These uncontrollable and self destructive groups of
adventurers. A rich patron could get them to follow his
plans by paying them. That and he would dispatch them on
the mission on their own. While he stayed safe at home.
Another disaster. These
adventurers did everything. Everything but the
mission. They would take the down payment and go do
something else. They would go on the mission if it was for
a magic item, but they would keep the item for themselves.
They would pay some mercinaries half what they made to do the
mission for them, then report the total failure and demand the
other half of the payment. Sometimes they would just kill
the patron and loot his offices.
I went back to my tower. Absently
scrolling throught the past with my crystal ball. It seemed
hopeless. I was begining to think these guys just didn't
want to win the war of hell with death. Then I got an
idea. As a wizard I knew better, but I was desparate.
Used my crystal ball to see the future. To find out what
Idea I would come up with that would work. It took a while,
but I found it. I found the first success. I was at
once repulsed and rivited. The adventurers took to this guy
like a fire to dry wood. His name was Sharky, and I
immediately went and recruited him.