FATE-Prism/Mainline-Story/01 - Start.txt

OPENING SCENE  
  
You open on a military base in a private meeting room. The table in the center takes up half the space of the room, but is large enough to accommodate 12 chairs, even though only (players #) are currently occupied. The room is otherwise decently lit, and the silence speaks volumes, only interrupted by the visual loudness of the (country) flag against the front wall before you.  
  
After several minutes, the door directly to the right of the flag opens and in steps (players #) high ranking officers armed with the latest and greatest two handed military combat rifles, full thickly plated chest armor, and a surprisingly large backpack CLEARLY filled to the brim with supplies. 
 
The officers step back, take a saluting pose, and the farthest left one announces in a boisterous voice "ROOM CLEARED. SEND IN THE COMMANDER IN CHIEF."  
  
In steps a man everyone in this room recognizes as the president of the goddamn US of A himself, carrying a confident smile and a stack of file folders under his arm. He politely turns to the officers and says "thank you gentlemen, at ease."  
 
The soldiers step back and assume a more laxed position, but no less threatening with those guns in hand. He turns to all of you and clears his throat before dropping his folders onto the table, them opening to reveal every personal record and document to ever have your (player #) names on them.  
  
"I thank you for stepping forth to participate in what is now known as the single most dangerous recon mission in history. I know you've been briefed on it multiple times, but I'd like to take the jargon out and shoot straight so there's no misinterpretation, and when I'm done, I want each and every one of you to decide once and for all if this is really a task you are prepared for."  
  
He grabs a remote from his pocket, presses a button, and lowers a projector screen in front of the flag. He taps another button, and images of a giant circular chunk of rock jutting up from the ocean are displayed. "For as long as we have documented it, we have been aware of a mysterious unknown land mass in the middle of the Pacific." 
 
"This mass is approximately 10 miles wide, nearly perfectly circular, and has an unscaleable rock wall all around its border. We believe this land mass is occupied with people who, bare minimum, have the tools and numbers needed to shape it as such."  
  
"Now I'm sure you've heard of us using... less than friendly means of gaining entrance, and it is true, but it has failed at every turn. Either the weapons we use never make contact or have no effect if they do." 
 
And true to his word, you see several clips of missiles, bombs, and massive artillery that would eventually evaporate a continent essentially either bounce off the rock walls, or explode on impact and leave none.  
 
"We are, of course, curious to see if such an amazing material has military applications, but samples show that whatever is making the rock so resilient is not the rock itself. In comes the Program." 
 
"Twice a year for over a century now, we've sent soldiers, scientists, engineers, the best of the best men and women we had to offer inside through this one entrance, a small cavern near the water's edge. Despite that, every single one of them has never returned, and we never receive communication from them again." 
 
"As such, the military has opted to start taking in people of a more... unique background this time around, which is where you all come in. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, will be the same as those before you. Infiltrate this island, gather any and all intel you can about this place and its inhabitants, and (for once) return alive."  
  
"Now I know ya'll have lives, assets, and dependents of varying degrees, but we always ask for people to be prepared to never return to them. But in exchange, they will also have the most to look forward to." 
 
"There is a dedicated monthly budget for this project, and all the excess proceeds went into essentially a "reward" for anyone that came back. That is well over a century's worth of amassed funds, and if any or all of you (players #) return with anything of value, you get the whole sum." 
 
He then slides a folder toward your group with a single sheet of paper inside, listing a sum of money that would take a chunk out of the national debt. "In addition, we would even be willing to discuss your personal records and how to make certain... red flags and highlighted marks disappear." 
 
"In the meantime, your personal possessions, homes, assets, and everything else would be funded by this budget and cared for either by your pre-selected caregivers or ones we select if needed. We do this for 25 years, and if you do not return, any remaining assets are liquidated and added right back into the budget."  
  
"And that is about the nitty gritty of it. If you are still interested, we will leave immediately to get you geared up in the finest weapons, armor, tactical equipment, and... essentially everything these gentlemen behind me are wearing and then some." 
 
"If you have questions, feel free to ask now. And if you are having second thoughts, the exit is right there. And trust me when I say, no hard feelings, braver men and women have walked away from this offer. Myself included."  
  
He waits for anyone to ask questions or walk out of the room before finishing, "Very well then, welcome to Project Evermore. Gear up, your chopper leaves in an hour."

You are then escorted to an armory full of whatever weapons, ammunition, and special gear you think you may need. Everything is packed as cleanly as possible into backpacks for you, including a few days worth of military food rations, a flashlight, a first aid kit, and other basic survival accessories.

They also give you the opportunity to eat, and they offer to make you whatever your favorite dishes are, as a kind of "last meal" situation in case you go without quality food for a while.

Once you are done, the president escorts you to a nearby helicopter and salutes you all as you take off to your next destination. "Good luck! I look forward to your return!"
  
SEVERAL HOURS LATER  
  
The helicopter carries you to an aircraft carrier, where they will escort you off one by one. They double check your gear and weapon stock, making sure everything functions and is strapped down. All the while, you can see the colossal rock wall of an island, and it is IMPOSING.

They give each of you an envelope of money worth $100,000 they refer to as a "signing bonus." But, the money is broken up into 100 different types of currency worth about $1,000 each. They say it is "just in case there IS civilization, this will help you survive among the most likely related countries."   
  
You are then escorted to a speedboat, and once everyone boards, it quickly jets off through the water to the island entrance in a matter of minutes, a rounded cave opening about 20 feet in width and height. It pulls up close enough to where you can hop up to the entrance with relative ease.

Before he takes off, the driver turns back and hands one of you a signal flare gun, to let them know if and when you are ready for your return trip. You are now faced with the ocean at your backs and the cave before you, and it only gets darker as you look deeper in.  
  
*IF YOU ENTER* 
While the rock is overall rough, it is definitely NOT a natural cave. The walls have something of a carved and scraped pattern in them, like chisels were taken to it, but not with a rhythm in mind. Even the floor itself shows some smoothness. 
 
About 20 minutes walking into the cave, your flashlight shows the floor and walls not only getting smoother as you go deeper in, you could almost recognize a pattern in the ground.
  
(NOTICE ROLL) You hear a soft rumbling noise in the distance, slow and repetitive, like a growl on a repeat pattern.
 
*IF THEY CONTINUE* 
The noise only grows louder as you continue, and the path before you slowly but surely grows even cleaner and more uniform all across the walls and floor.

You finally spot a light in the distance, coming from a lantern hanging off the front of an old blue and white wooden shack, tall as the cave itself and about half as wide. You also notice the cave is a dead end directly behind the box. 
  
There are no obvious markings on it, but there IS a large square opening on the front, which looks like an open window, and that repetitive rumbling noise is as loud as it could possibly be AND is coming from inside.  
 
(INVESTIGATE ROLL) Approaching the opening, you see a man sprawled out on a chair, and he isn't moving much. His legs are loosely flopped, his arms are hanging freely beside him, and his head is flopped almost all the way back and to the side.   
  
*SAY OR DO ANYTHING*
You hear the most ungodly painful snoring noise you have EVER heard another person make. 
  
*INTERACT WITH HIM* 
The man suddenly shouts "OH FUCK" as his body flails and falls backward onto the ground, chair and all. "Owww...." 
  
After a minute, he stands up and dusts himself off, revealing himself to be a golden blonde Stallion of just over 6 feet, in a tan button front shirt and black slacks. "Sorry about that, these shifts're so freaking boring... it's hard to stay awake."  
  
He squints at all of you. "Wait... I don't... are you all new people?"  
  
*IF THEY CONFIRM* 
He becomes excited. "Fantastic, I love greeting new arrivals! Okay, ahem.. Hello, my name's Reiji, I'm here to give you one last warning that if you go in, there is a definite possibility you might not leave. Are you sure you want to do this?" 
  
*IF YES*
He pops out of a door on the left side of the box, walking to the far left wall and placing his hand on it. "And the password is... OPEN SAYS ME."  
  
Bright golden lines suddenly start growing from his hand into the wall for a few moments, before the rock wall behind him opens to reveal another stretch of path into the distance. But it is slightly obscured by a strange gold membrane of energy.

(MANA Roll) And it is definitely magical in nature, but for the life of you, you can not identify exactly WHAT or HOW. "Alright, just follow the path ahead until you come out of the cave. Best of luck to you all!"  
  
*IS HE COMING* 
He laughs a little and shakes his head. "No, I still have a few hours on my shift, go on ahead."   
 
*IF THEY CONTINUE* 
Walking through the strange energy is no real issue, it just feels like walking through a wall made of cool wind. 

*ANYONE WITH MANA*
You DO notice your magic feels a little... off, since you walked through the membrane. It's not a BAD feeling either, it just feels a little more "energetic."
  
CAVE EXIT  
  
After another 20 minutes or so of walking, you finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, and you think you hear voices in the distance.

*IF THEY CONTINUE*
It blinds you for a moment as you walk out, but you find yourself completely surrounded by trees. You smell fresh fruit, you hear chirping & scratching, and you definitely hear voices.

(NOTICE Roll) (INVESTIGATE Roll)
- The trees are filled with fresh wild fruit. Apples, bananas, peaches, cherries, figs, all different kinds. And, some of these trees have metal & wooden benches underneath.
- The branches are also full of small birds and squirrels, you spot a raccoon climbing around the trunk with a fresh pear in its mouth, and the occasional rabbit hops by.
- You see a pair of well dressed humans relaxing on one of those wood and steel benches, each one eating an apple.
 
*IF THEY USE COMMS* 
The second you attempt to use it, your device SCREECHES and SQUELCHES with static, getting the attention of a walking by family of parakeets. The mother and father stare angrily at your group before covering their two childrens' ears and walking away with a huff. 

*IF THEY CONTINUE*
You didn't notice it at first, but the rocky cave path you were walking on is now a concrete slab path cutting through the massive grove of trees.

The path eventually leads to a large white concrete building covered in a brick red tile roof, and while you can't immediately see inside, there are a pair of glass double doors with brass square handles.
 
*IF THEY GO INSIDE* 
The inside is fairly nice and well maintained, resembling a tourist rest stop.

- Right beside the door is a crate of cold plastic-like bottles of clear liquid, and each one has a RECYCLE symbol pressed into them. 
- On the left, there are racks of pamphlets, brochures, and maps in a myriad of different languages, with most of the prints in English. 
- On the right, there are walls of corkboard covered in fliers about upcoming events, job openings, and other ads with phone numbers. 
- In the middle is a six foot tall and twenty foot wide circular corkboard with a round map of the planet, covered in thousands of pushpins, with several unused ones in a box below. 
- On the far wall behind the map is a series of bathrooms, one on either side of the glass exit door leading to the outside path. 
 
*AFTER THEY LEAVE* 
The path out the door leads you directly into another massive patch of trees, and there are FAR more people walking around, as well as small bodies of water resembling fish ponds.

Past the trees, you see an almost metropolitan city. There are people walking, biking, driving, or riding a trolley on the paved roads. And all along those roads are simplistic power line structures, all connecting to the buildings.

Among them, you see a few people using low grade magic to douse each other in water playfully, or to heal a kid's scraped knee, or to ignite some clubs and do a flaming juggling routine.

There is a fairly large sized road sign at the end of your pathway pointing in five directions. RESIDENTIAL, BUSINESS, CAPITOL, GATED, and ESSENTIAL are all pointed out individually.
 
- On your left is a massive neighborhood filled to the brim with houses, most of them two stories tall
- On your right is a bustling group of stores and businesses, each with a simple sign to represent what they are for
- In the middle is a group of five gold and white buildings, multiple people in dressier clothes carrying suitcases walking between them.
- You can't quite see the other two areas the sign point out for you
 
*Every place they visit, have them make NOTICE rolls to detect if they are being followed* 
 
You are approached (if not straight surrounded) by a group of average looking thugs carrying baseball bats, chains, rocks, and other random items. Most of them look young college age, but their faces are obscured by their bandanas or helmets.

A six foot white ram man steps forward, wearing a black leather jacket, sunglasses, and wielding a white shortsword that is CLEARLY too small for him. "Well hey there strangers, we're the welcome wagon, here to greet-- sorry, I mean BEAT you at the door of our home, the city of Diadem."

He aims his little white sword at your group with a very excited grin. "I CHALLENGE THEE!"

Several seconds pass and nothing happens.

"Ahem... I CHALLENGE THEE!" Nothing happens. And his cohorts start snickering a bit.

"Okay WHAT THE FUCK?!" He slams his fist with the sword into the pavement, leaving a sizeable crack in the ground.

"You know what, fuck it. I'm kicking your ass the old fashioned way!"
 
AFTER THE FIGHT 
 
*IF THEY WIN* 
The attackers lie on the ground, groaning in agony at their defeat. The ram is in shock, holding his head to keep a bleeding injury from pouring out. "Ugh, my aching head..."
 
(NOTICE ROLL)
You suddenly detect the stench of ozone.
- Quick as a flash, both your group and your assailants are surrounded by a series of oddly dressed soldiers, their bodies lightly cloaked in silver trails of electricity. 
 
Each one is geared up with a thin knee-length black jacket trimmed in inch-wide silver all along the body and at the ends of the sleeves, the letters T.F. emblazoned on the back in identical silver. These coats somewhat hide a silver chestplate & matching bracers, black tact pants leading down into black boots with silver laces, chrome half-masks covering the bottom halves of their faces, and sunglasses that perfectly hide their eyes. 
 
The ram man is terrified. "SHIT! Thunder Force!"

He tries to scramble away, but two agents step up and each grab an arm, stopping that right quick. Their outfits' silver stripes begin to glow and crackle with energy, and all three appear to be teleported away, as do all the other knocked out thugs and costumed people in pairs. 
 
The ground is scorched in several straight lines, implying they were really just moving so insanely fast that they left marks in the ground. 
 
One of the costumed men stays behind, a Panther man standing at just over six feet with a very short black hair buzzcut and a scar under his left eye, his coat bearing a silver nametag that reads HARKEN.

He approaches your group, removing his sunglasses and looking you all in the eye. "I don't know who you are, but you have helped us contain a significant threat today, and we appreciate your assistance." 
 
Your group is suddenly approached by dozens of passerbys, all of whom are really curious and start bombarding you with questions.

Harken will lean down and mumble to your group "Now it is MY turn to save YOU." 
  
You hear him speak loudly and proudly. "People of Diadem!" That declaration alone was loud enough to cause everyone to back away a good couple feet, before he continues, "I apologize sincerely for the commotion, the Marauders paid us yet another visit! But with the help of these valiant heroes, they were soundly defeated AND in record time!" 
 
The random people around you slowly but surely start to applaud and cheer for your group, giving you a few moments of (honestly well deserved) glory. You get offered handshakes, a couple people want autographs, the whole ordeal you'd expect.

Once the excitement dies down, the people start breaking away, trying to clean some of the debris up. HARKEN will approach your group again. "I must return to my duties. Head to Capitol Quartz in the city center and ask to see the King. If nothing else, he will also want to thank you for your service."

His body will begin to crackle with identical electrical energy before he takes a single step away and is GONE in a flash, only leaving another scorch mark. 
 
*CAPITOL QUARTZ* 
The capitol itself is actually five different buildings, four of which are surrounding the larger one in the center. Each one has several floors and you can spot businessmen walking around inside them through the windows or between each building with suitcases and loads of papers. 
 
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*ASK FOR HELP* 
A brown deer man stops and approaches your group, sipping a cup of coffee. His suit is black, his tie is red, and his gold nametag reads YAOTL. "You uh.. need some help?" 
 
*THE KING* 
"Oh you're here for him? He should be working today, uh.. Head to the main complex, the big one in the middle, walk in the front door and speak to the clerk. They'll be way more helpful than me."
 
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The main complex building is almost physically identical to the buildings around it, but is a bit wider with more prominent doors on the front and a large staircase leading up to it. The staircase is loaded with more people all talking, trading papers, and seeming to enjoy the day. 
 
*INSIDE* 
The inside is just as massive inside as it is out. Several people are walking about in suits, carrying stacks of papers across a spacious marble-lined floor covered with deep red carpets. You only see a few desks and tables out here, hardly anything that would be royalty related, but there are several doors all over the place with gold colored nameplates. 
 
A fox man with shoulder length black hair in a black & red suit approaches your group curiously, his gold nametag reading NASH. "Hello? Can I help you?" 

*HARKEN SENT THEM*
*ASKING FOR KING*
*SAY THEY ARE NEW*
"Oh! Well my name is NASH, I'm the King's Aide. Gimme one sec and I'll see if he can squeeze you in." He trots over to a nearby desk with stacks of paper, pencils, and an old fashioned intercom box. He will push the speaker button before speaking, "Your Majesty, we have some new people in Diadem that want to speak with you?" 
 
The voice on the other end is a bit garbled, but you do hear someone say SEND THEM IN PLEASE. He picks up a clipboard and guides you through a pair of double-doors marked KING'S CHAMBERS, down a looong carpeted hallway deep into the building. 

He turns and starts walking backwards down the hall as he talks to you. "I'm assuming you have questions, but I'm gonna ask you to hold onto those until you meet the man in charge, if that's okay." 
 
He takes you to a massive pair of golden colored doors, one of which is open, and guides you inside before closing them behind you. The office is nothing spectacular, a few file cabinets, a couple couches on the left and right surrounding a decent sized coffee table, one large wooden desk, one chair behind it, and one man sitting in it.  
  
Behind the desk sits a deep purple robin man, draped in the finest golden laced draperies you've seen anyone manage to pull off, and whom sticks out a bit compared to the rest of the room and people.

He stands and walks around the desk, revealing himself to be just under 5 feet tall, offering to shake each of your hands. "Hello, my name is Akarui, and I am King of the city of Diadem."

*IF THEY DONT EXPLAIN*
"I'm gonna take a wild guess. You were sent here by your country's government, strapped for war, got confronted by the Marauders, kicked their asses in short order, and were sent here to meet me by... I'm guessing someone from the Thunder Force?"
 
*AFTER THEY RETORT*
"Basically the same as how I ended up here." He will hop onto the desk and sit on it like a chair in front of you all, guiding you to sit on the couches. "I'm sure you have endless questions and I will be happy to answer all of them for you here and now."  
 
ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS AS HONESTLY AS YOU CAN 
 
*WHAT IS THIS PLACE* 
"A long time ago, this land mass just spawned in the middle of the ocean, and every country wanted to be the first to find out what happened. Every one of them sent in soldiers, scientists, and volunteers of the highest caliber to the land, but none of them ever came back."  
  
"The reason is because of the special magic of this land. I'm sure you saw the golden membrane that surrounds our city as you came in. It's difficult to put into words, but its a type of protective magic, prevented our ancestors from leaving without going through some OBNOXIOUS bullshit prophecy type thing."

"So, instead of just dying here, they cultivated the land and make it liveable. Since the first wave didn't come back, they kept sending new ones to find out what happened. Rinse and repeat a few dozen generations, and we became a thriving city with a current population of about... what was it, 10,000 last census?"
  
*WHAT ABOUT THE ATTACKERS* 
"THAT would be the Marauders. Or at least that's what they're calling themselves. They're just a huge collection of troublemakers that hate not being able to leave. Their logic is since they are stuck here, they may as well make everyone else as miserable as they are."
 
*THUNDER FORCE* 
"Ah yes, our soldiers in silver. They are the peacekeeping force in this town, our version of the police and military all rolled up into one. Someone found out harnessing lightning magic in our bodies in just the right way gave people a massive speed and strength boost, so those that were gifted for it usually ended up joining them. And thanks to the Marauders, they do recruitment drives every week it seems.." 
 
*POWER IN TOWN* 
"Funny story, THAT was a happy accident. About 20 years ago, we had our scientists try and devise a way out of here by drilling our way out. We managed to make a hole straight down through the island, with some severe casualties, but we couldn't exactly escape through it." 
 
"Being on an island in the middle of the ocean with our limited resources meant it wasn't a feasible or safe escape plan, so our remaining engineers converted it into an access point for a hydroelectric generator. Took a few years, and it's a bit buggy at times, but it makes living here so much more pleasant." 
 
*LEGEND/PROPHECY*
"Well... I hesitate to tell you and get your hopes up, but there is an old island legend, predates all of us. Supposedly, you can earn your way out by challenging some 'island guardians' and earning their treasures as keys. But the legend is old, the rules are unclear, and I'd rather not have my citizens jumping headfirst into some hokey magic legend. Which, by the way, includes you. We're already working on another way out, we just... aren't there yet."
 
*NO OTHER QUESTIONS* 
"Okay well, before before you go, I'd like to offer you a token of my gratitude for your selfless service." He will reach back and hit a button on his desk on his own intercom. "Nash, please bring me Anais and Garamond." It takes a moment, but the double doors open again, and Nash steps in with a pair of people, a man and woman both dressed in suits. 
 
(NOTICE ROLL) You notice Nash is walking with a bit of a limp, his hair is ruffled some, and his shirt is wrinkled in the front. The guy is shaking his head a little, and the lady has a kind of "superiority" judgment in her eyes. 
 
Akarui walks back around to his seat. "This is Garamond of the local Bank, and this is Anais of the Homeowners' Association. We're gonna transition you from your currency to ours, AND get you a decent place to live so you don't have to worry about either. And since you helped us, I'm footing the bill for the first month AND paying for the transaction fees out of pocket." 
 
Garamond, a portly Dachsund in a deep blue suit, steps forward first. "Ello there, I would like to ask you to hand me any currency or valuables you have that we can exchange for our own currency, which we call Z."

When he sees you literally have a hundred different types of cash, he is a bit ecstatic, and trades each of you a bag of coins. They come in denominations of 1, 5, 10, 20, 50, and 100, and are all fairly lightweight. When you count it out, you received a bag of 1,000z.

"These are very special, each coin is filled with magically infused sea salt using a special type of INFUSION technique that is a trade secret even on the island, so every coin is ever so slightly special and practically impossible to fake."
  
Anais, a well groomed Sheep woman in a red suit with a bit of a grumpy disposition, steps forward after and pulls out a clipboard, speaking in a VERY monotone and irritated tone. "Hello, I represent the HOA and need a few simple questions answered for your new home here in Diadem."

- What are your names, ages, and species?
- Have any of you sought gainful employment since you arrived and/or plan to in the near future?
- Since your first month is being paid in advance by his Majesty, we do not need a down payment at this time. We collect payment on the first of the month, and if payment is not received by then, we reserve the right to remove you from your home. Do you understand these terms?

"Okay so, our housing options at the moment for your party would consist of either:"

- (number) 2 bed 1 bath apartments
- (number) 4 bed 2 bath residential home(s)
- An upgraded gated community home with as many beds and baths as you would like
 
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*IF THEY SELECT GATED* 
Anais will perk RIGHT the fuck up, her demeanor doing a complete 180. "Well fantastic, I should let you know that there are some special... let's call them 'guidelines' we follow there. Nothing too special, just that you keep your yards trimmed to a certain height, you choose specific colors for your fence & house to be, no noise after a certain time of night--" 
 
She is interrupted by Akarui with a bit of irritation. "ANAIS... We've been over this. The people can do whatever they want with the houses, the lawns, the parties, I do not care. So long as they don't blow them up or set the yard on fire or anything, it is theirs to do with as they wish." Anais suddenly returns to her prior demeanor of irritation, and simply hands you a fancy looking piece of folded paper before walking away. 
 
*IF ANYWHERE ELSE* 
Anais will sigh a little. "Are you sure? Given the size of the group, you might be comfortable in a larger home, in our more upright living area?" Akarui will clear his throat, causing her to shut right up, and hand your group a document before stepping away with a scowl. 
 
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Akarui claps his bird hands together. "And you are officially all set. Feel free to stop by any time if you have questions, concerns, change in circumstances, anything like that. I'm usually busy running the town, so you might have to set up appointments with Nash first, but I'm here to help. Have a fantastic day, and Welcome to Diadem!" 
 
Nash will guide your group back outside and ask to see your map & approval letter. Once he sees both, he points out exactly where your new home(s) can be found, and a VIVID description of how to get there on foot. He shakes each of your hands one last time before waltzing himself back inside the building and closing the doors behind him, leaving you to your own decisions from here. 
  
OUTSIDE TOWN HALL  
(NOTICE ROLL) You hear a rustling noise and a hissing voice from behind (lowest roller). "Ooooh~ Fresh meeeaaat~"

*IF ANYONE REACTS*
The voice is coming from a large black tarantula man, but his appearance is somewhat obscured by a long brown trenchcoat. He raises all six arms at varying degrees and angles. "Don't be alarmed, I'm just here to offer my... special services~"

He laughs a sinister chuckle before giving a generous bow and continuing, "Call me Striker~ I'm a travelling merchant, here to offer information and wares to you and yours, for a small fee of course~ Tell me, you all seem a bit out of sorts... I could give you a bit of guidance as a one-time courtesy for free?~" 
 
AFTER HELPING THEM
 
"That's all I have for now, but if you require my assistance for anything else, just find a shady little spot and call for me with coin at the ready~ I'll be seeing you soon~" He then slithers up into a nearby tree and vanishes as quietly as he came.