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John & Ulgurk[Once a Military Man, Always a Military Man invoked]
Overcome - Rapport: (+)(-)(+)( ) + 2 = 0 VS + 3 (Good): Success
"Well now, they buy in bigger bulk than these." Mr. Carrow said, annoyedly. "But fine, I needed to get rid of them anyways. 20 echoes."
John's Rapport roll: [-][+][ ][+] = 1
Ulgurk's Rapport roll: [+][-][+][ ] = 1
Rerolls allowed: 2
Experimental Blunderbuss: A blunderbuss modified to be able to use nearly anything as ammunition, for the resourceful. Judging from its look, though, the rounds have a tendency to blow up in the user's face.
Aspect: Junk rounds
Stonework Rifle: A rifle apparently made entirely out of stone. These sort of things would fetch a high price as a curiosity. Judging from its wear, a lot of people used to think so, too. Too bad aiming is difficult when something is this heavy.
Aspect: Elegant and Heavy
Howling Hunting Rifle: "What!? Pawn me off to these rabble? The gall!"
Aspect: Intelligently Malicious
Burnt Musket: An ancient, burnt musket. Mr. Carrow assures you it isn't broken. "Don't listen too closely to the woodwork."
Aspect: Smell of Nostalgia
All guns are equipped with bayonets, allowing them to perform close-range attacks.
Glistening Chitin-plate: A light armor made out of some unknown chitin. Probably something big and common, judging from the price. In certain light, it looks like it's made out of mirrors.
Aspect: Walking Mirrors
Far Khanate(?) Fullplate: You weren't sure this counted as light armor, nor why Mr. Carrow is parting with it at such a cheap price. Until you realize it's a costume. The leather is firm enough, I suppose.
Aspect: Costumed Vigilante
Midnight Sable: A unique and elegant attire, although it may attract the wrong sort of attention.
Aspect: Anarchist's Black
Main GroupJonathan tried asking around more, but all he can find is the same things he already knew, repeated over and over. The Black Ribbon Society this, the Black Ribbon society that.
Overcome: Rapport ( )(+)(-)(+) + 1 VS 0 (Mediocre) = Success
Oho, but what's this? Apparently the Semiotic Surgeon is a honorary professor in the Benthic and Summerset Colleges. That's a better lead than Spite, at least.
Josephine felt worried about the whispering parrot, as she had learned that such animals were heralds of misfortune. [Josephine is wary of the parrot and the man... she will always try to passively notice them]
The Soldier-Diplomat confronted the man outright. He is a gaunt, white-bearded elderly man wearing black-rimmed glasses and pointy, elfin ears. He blinked as she addressed him. There was a long, awkward pause.
"The more words used, the more room for lies." he said cryptically as he sipped his coffee. "Your associates best take everything with a grain of salt."