Judd Karlman was after a Dis job list, so here goes. Note that J = Jingle, the coin of the Sultana.
Ageless Shabrahim, fleshblender and innkeeper of Ditchwater Manor, has learned of these opportunities for independent folk of nerve and fortune.
1) The postal franchise for Ditchbiggin, under the aegis of the venerable Starfish automaton Hulushi, seeks reliable practitioners of streetcraft for irregular deliveries and retrievals in Ditchbiggin and environs.
Pay varies with the distance traveled and the weight of the cargo. As a benchmark, J30 are currently offered to any who will deliver documents from the Prime Consigliere to the hand of the alchemist Bence Cellenni. Celleni is currently believed to be at work in his laboratory at 22 Feather, Ring, Ditchbiggin.
Reliable and fleet subcontractors may be considered for salaried employment on trunk routes.
2) The Rat-thing insurance adjuster Lucena seeks bold and proficient transplanars for a expedition to the Near Chaos beyond Halihaven Parish. Their task will be to independently verify the fate of the MVS Golden Rule for the purposes of claim arbitration.
Experience in naval salvage law a must; experience in Chaos navigation an asset. All reasonable expenses paid with a J250 bonus for delivery of satisfactory documentation to the arbitrator.
Be advised that the sale of salvage rights to the Golden Rule has been authorized.
3) A gatesick ape-lady refugee from some dinky chow-plane pleads that someone, anyone, rescue her family from the terrors of the Bastille Labyrinth. The Labyrinth is apparently a borderlands now. Chow-plane refugees are wandering straight into it, poor fuckers. As you might expect, this one pays strictly in goodwill.
Design note: I figured I’d seed the list with one mundane and cheap job, one lucrative and risky job, and one A-Team style “If you have a problem, if no one else can help” job.
AP: our ape-lady refugee accosted the paladin in public so of course the party took up her job. She led them into the Labyrinth, relying on her cybernetic computer glasses to navigate to her injured family’s hiding place. Alas, she didn’t respect the environment enough and got skragged by a puppet spider. So they’re pretty much fucked now.
I am gonna have to tell you guys all about S’s character when I get time, he is a hybrid ink pudding / human and the things he draws come true.