|GM Goblin King|
everyone alive and well? GM any luck with new player?
And how. We're adding 3.
Sidoze gestures to the sleeping dog pointing it out if Andrezi hadnt spotted it. Sometimes elven eyes did help.
Yes, they do. Once Quill checks in, we'll continue, and you'll meet your new gangmates soon.
They're in the discussion thread, if you want to take a look.
Andrezi whispers to his fellow Talons, "I'd normally not bother, but we do not need to have our presence announced any further than it already has been." as he slides over to let the slumbering dog sleep eternally.
Quill checks out the contents of the unlocked chest and scans for anything else of immediate value in the room.
Perception -> 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Any of the other chests look like are meant to secure valuables?
|GM Gangsta Kingpin|
It appears to hold records and files of various kinds. There is a packet of papers on the top that look like they were just put there. The language appears to be common, but it's written in some kind of code; many words and numbers are nonsensical, misspelled, or put in strange order.
Quill hisses, "No time. Read later. Still got work to do." She gives a mischievous grin, mutters a small prayer while she kisses the hilt of her sword and then nods toward the stairs.
The kiss imparts Divine Favor
Hearing the voice from above, Andrezi takes a position just to the right of the stairwell's exit, waiting to strike at anyone coming down the stairs.
|GM Gangsta Kingpin|
Within a minute, you hear very heavy footfalls on the floor above. It sounds like a lot of people in armor. There's a pause at the door, and the clanking stops. You can just hear someone talking.
The dog always barks when anybody opens that door. And Blackie and Horum should have come back up, already.
A deeper voice says, You did the right thing to alert us. We'll go down there and see what's what. Get that light spell up, Jonce. Ready, boys?
It's hard to say how many people are behind the door, but it's more than 3.
Quill backs away from the stairs giving room for people to come down the stairs. She mutters again and suddenly there are six Quills standing there. They wink, touch their tattoo and vanish from sight.
Sounds like we have more than a round. Quill casts Mirror Image and gets 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 copies. She will then use her Vanish tattoo as she hears the door opening.
From the nothingness, "Screw this! Let's take what we got and call it a victory. We will need a few more Talons if we are to take on this whole gang."
Her footsteps make for the door they came through. "Let's go. I will take the rear guard. I can take the fight out of them if they get too close."
Andrezi nods in agreement just before activating his own Vanish tatoo and heading back out the way he came in.
Sidoze backs up down the stairs hugging the shadows before murmering a spell Ghost Sounds and making it sound like a company of men are coming up the stairs shouting ("FOR insert rival of the princes with know local roll!") before sneaking back the way they came.
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
[ooc]let me know if that is too much to do or anything.
|GM Gangsta Kingpin|
You meet again in the Happy Harpy. Dottie brings you drinks and snacks, and leaves you alone.
While you've been through a few members, there are always others wanting to move up in the organization. 3 Night Ravens have been found worthy of consideration, and tonight is their chance to show off their talons, and claim their place in an enterprise that is ready to expand its influence.
Their tats still sting a bit, but they're ready to make the Night Ravens the most prosperous gang in the city at the center of the world.
Quill sips at her wine. A thin wisp of a young woman with dark, short hair. She wears craftsmen-styled clothes over likely armor. She carries a satchel that currently has the pommel of a small sword sticking out of it (just in case). Her glasses are perched on her nose as she watches Andrezi pour over the documents.
Between sips, she sizes up the new talent, and for the hundredth time wondering what ever happened to that lunk Grigori. Used to be that was all the muscle we needed. Well, if one of these new-bloods survive long enough, maybe they can replace him.
"I'm Quill. This is Sidoze and Andrezi. I hope you know that already, before wanting to join us, but just want to make sure you know the players here. You have stood out as recruits, so welcome aboard. The initiation will likely be bloody, as we will need some arm strength once we go back to clean up a contract we are working on." She gives you a cool smile and it is not comforting.
Sidoze leaves his drink unattended his scarf pulled up hiding most of his face his wide brimmed hat lays on the table. His dark reddish eyes weigh the new recruits, well not so new he admits to himself, as he repeatedly taps on the table with one long finger.
He didnt like relying on new muscle especially ones he had never met in person before. Being close to the smallest member there at the table he was on edge. Having come close to walking into an ambush earlier did not help his mood either.
Black haired girl steps foward her hair in a couple of short pigtails she is wearing simple ragged leather pants and a leather top with some blood stains on it. her knuckles a bit bruised from a recent fight maybe last night, perhaps the night before.
She pulls up a chair and takes a seat,
"Sho, your the Night Ravensh?" she says with a slight lisp.
Already with a mug of ale from earlier she takes a swig and set the mug on the table.
"Haven't been ashked to do thish kind of work shince I worked for the Sczarni. Hope you guysh pay better. Who am I supposed to take down?
Ohh almosht forgot, Your Sidoze then, I got thish, wash told to give it to you Noro tosses a bloody pouch onto the table from the sound of it, the pouch contains sveral amll hard objects.
the pouch is filled with several bloody teeth looks as if they were beaten out of someone
Hearing an unfamiliar voice Andrezi looks up from the document he has been studying, turning his attention quickly to Sidoze, "You've been recruiting I take it? I suppose that makes sense."
Turning his attention to Noro, "I assume by spattered blood, you are not particularly subtle in your work."
Looking back a Sidoze, "Please tell me that at least one of these newbies can do their jobs with a little a tact."
Sidoze already annoyed points at the young woman. "You remember the tattoo you just got? Good. Thats part of your pay. You kill whoever we say. Being a Night Raven means you die or we take that pretty piece of ink off your hide. Lets just make that clear." He fingers the pouch open to see the bloody teeth. "Now what would I want with a pouch of bloody teeth? He shakes his head trying to remember when he recruited this woman.
Turning his head to regard Andrezi he replies. "Doubtful probably just good for taking the swords the other gangs will stick in them. We will have to see but.." Turns his eyes back to Noro, "Very doubtful."
Noro picks a tooth wedged on her knuckle oopsh forgot one. They belonged to shome fellow named grigori? shtarted a fight with me lasht night. wash told to give theshe to you.
Hearing the woman's claim, Andrezi shoots Sidoze a questioning look. "Did you authorize an action against Grigori?"
hearing the possible accuzation I waz invited to join thish organization after the fight, sho no authorization wash needed.
After a pause
Don't worry though, He ishn't dead jusht a bit roughed up. Hish mouth waz a little bigger than hiz head when he entered the ring to challenge me. I Made shome good coin on the fight though
she looks to Sidoze shame attitude that the Sczarni had
Sidoze voice drops a few degrees. "No I didnt."
Standing he slowly approaches the girl. "I doubt you really fought Grigori if you did you would be dead and broken. Perhaps someone impersonating him but not our Grigori. Suffice to say you ever attack a member of our gang again without our express command. We will put you down like the stray dog you are. Is that understood?"
yeah, whatever, heard it all before. believe what you want thatsh up to you. but know thish. I remain loyal to thoshe I partner with, but not those that I am slave to. your choice
Noro offers her hand Partner, or Shervant
Sidoze barks out a harsh laugh and turning his back on her in a direct insult, goes back to his seat chuckling. "So you walk in here and tell me you want to be an equal partner? Youve been with us what? A few days? Partner not hardly. Neither will be our servant" He stresses the proper way of saying it " but anything that could deal with the gang in ANY way you will ask us. End of discussion can you handle that? If not we can let Andrezi do his thing."
He waves his hand the discussion ended in his mind Damn you Grigori he thinks.
Noro removes her gesture. ash my father alwayz shaid, You reap what you show.
Noro grabs her now empty mug and goes get it filled once more.
in case: she means to say "you reap what you sow" I realize it is difficult to portray a speech problem in this forum
Jared was quiet, watching the room. Dressed like an everyday guy, he partook of food and beverage sparingly. He carried no bag or pack, and there were no weapons to be seen on his person.
He listened when folks spoke.
Noro downs the mug of ale and fills it again.
takes a deep breath and ponders the words she has said. as well as what has been said to her.
she takes a deep breath.
turns to face the ruling body.
Alright, look, I'm kind of new in thish city. I've been on my own for a long time. I learned the hard way, you lok weak othersh won't reshpect you; they take advantage of you. I don't have friendsh, I no longer have family. Ive lived by my fists mosht of my life.
sho letsh just skip all thish bull and get to bushinessh. I wash brought up becuase your Grigori shtepped into the ring looking to make me hish punching bag. Itsh my job to fight, itsh what I do. He knew what he wash doing he paid the price for what he did. Now I am here, ash well as theshe othersh, to take hish place. Like me or not we need to work together, ash a team.
she takes another drink
And I'll be danmed if I am ever on the looshing team
she approaches the table again and once again offers her hand.
If not partnersh, then at least we can be Black Talons
The third of the new recruits waits silently for the posturing to stop. Once he's fairly sure that Noro has subsided, or at least reined herself in a bit, he steps forward.
The lumbering man is obviously a thug. His clothes are a bit worse for wear and they're obviously worn over a chain shirt. He wears leather gloves with worn knuckles and a crossbow is hanging at his side.
Scabs darken the skin around his eyes. One, the healing image of a raven in flight curled around his right eye. The other, the talons of a larger bird, reaching for his left eye as if to carry it away.
"I'm Mijndert. I've been working the streets of absalom for a while now. I know my limits. If you need me to get something done, and I can do it, it'll get done."
He glances sideways at Noro for just a moment. "I can avoid bruising if you need me to." The coment isn't meant to imply he'll hurt Noro for them, but rather that he can be subtle when necessary.