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GM Post

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."

Code: [Select]

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 Group

Jonathan 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."

[AlleeCat]

"Pfff. Summerset is overrated. I'm sure they'd just let any old bum off the street be a professor there."

[flame99]

Pendle relays what he knows, and asks if anyone in the group knows the way to the Colleges.

"Pfff. Summerset is overrated. I'm sure they'd just let any old bum off the street be a professor there."

"While I'd certainly agree in terms of actual academics, this does mean the man clearly holds some considerable amount of influence. Not to mention likely an exceptionally good scholar, if he's been taken in by both Summerset and Benthic. If we could get there, asking around would likely be our best bet. Outside of that, it's Spite or the Black Ribbon."

Does Pendle know what the Black Ribbon is? If so, and he knows where they're located, he suggests that they split up once more. One part going to the Wolfstack Docks to try and locate someone from the Black Ribbon, the other part to Spite. He volunteers himself for the expedition to Spite; after all, he knows the criminals and orphans better than zailors and brawlers. Otherwise, he suggests the party goes to Spite together.

[Tack]

Code: [Select]

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
((Are the 'rerolls allowed' = Free? Regardless, I kinda like them so far.))

McKillan takes a look at the wares before him, before his gaze is drawn towards the Burnt Musket.
"...I'm taking this'n." He turns to Ulgurk. "Better stake your claim too, lad, afore I take what's left to the others."

He then gives a nod to Mr. Carrow; gathers up the rest of the equipment 'To go', and takes up position next to Ulgurk, saying:
"Alright. You were gonna track down some contacts?

[kj1225]

"I can find the colleges. Shouldn't be too hard."

[Tiruin]

Josephine takes note of the man's words, and moves back to her colleagues, awaiting their findings.

The more words equal the more space for lies? Isn't this a rhetorical concept? The more words equal the more linearity to spot lies!
...What did he mean?

[Sergius]

"Spite? That doesn't sound like a very refined place. Although, I've been known to frequent certain areas of... less than spotless reputations. This Spite intrigues me, it definitely seems a lot more interesting than a bunch of stuffy scholars! Maybe we can find more about this 'Nameless Club' and why people from it keep disappearing."

Sir Charles Groovington votes in favor of visiting Spite.

[AlleeCat]

Kate goes wherever the adventure is!

[flame99]

"Spite? That doesn't sound like a very refined place. Although, I've been known to frequent certain areas of... less than spotless reputations. This Spite intrigues me, it definitely seems a lot more interesting than a bunch of stuffy scholars! Maybe we can find more about this 'Nameless Club' and why people from it keep disappearing."

Sir Charles Groovington votes in favor of visiting Spite.

"It isn't. Very, very far from it. It's the den of thieves, orphans, and pickpockets. I'm certain most of us will feel at home there, provided you watch your belongings carefully."

[Emma]

Code: [Select]

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
((Are the 'rerolls allowed' = Free? Regardless, I kinda like them so far.))

McKillan takes a look at the wares before him, before his gaze is drawn towards the Burnt Musket.
"...I'm taking this'n." He turns to Ulgurk. "Better stake your claim too, lad, afore I take what's left to the others."

He then gives a nod to Mr. Carrow; gathers up the rest of the equipment 'To go', and takes up position next to Ulgurk, saying:
"Alright. You were gonna track down some contacts?

Ulgurk looks at the weapons they got. They don't appear to be altogether that... Stable. But they can kill things, and that is what Ulgurk cares about, killing things. "I'll take that rifle." He says and grabs the Howling Hunting Rifle before answering John's question. "Yeah, I reckon I've got some people, and un-people, who owe me a favour or two. We'll go around to the docks first, a few criminals are always around there, that is if you're coming with me."

[Tack]

"Yeah, just in case sommat goes down. Long as we can keep an eye on my pack, I don't wanna be out a bunch of echoes to the rest've the group."

[hops]

Main Group

In the end, the consensus appears to be heading to Spite, or at least, that's what the group thought the others are agreeing on since democracy is evil and voting is not to be used lightly.



The ragged old market of Spite is a dangerous place. Not dangerous in the term of unruly workers and ravenous sea creatures emerging from underwater like the Wolfstack Docks, but more in term of getting yourself robbed blind. The group would do well to watch their hats, pockets, and their limbs.

Facilitating the pickpockets and other low types is the ever-present crowd surging through the market, as if Spite sold anything more than poverty and despair. Hopefully the Semiotic Surgeon's lodging is obvious. Perhaps it's a clinic called the Semiotic Surgery Clinic For People Wanting to Spy On The Doctor. Unfortunately, said clinic doesn't seem to be in sight.

Searching would have to be done the hard way. Unluckily, their money is with John and Ulgurk, and the inhabitants of Spite treasure their whispered secrets. Perhaps some favors need to be arranged for.

John & Ulgurk



Thousand ships a day come in the Wolfstack Docks, they say. This place is dangerous in many ways, and it teems with foreigners who are willing to kill to defend themselves against any perceived threat. The Dock workers toiled and grumbled while the Neddy Men lurked nearly everywhere.

John stepped on a spider and he didn't even know it. Ulgurk weaved through the docks looking for familiar faces. (Un?)fortunately, one found them first. A cloaked figure seemingly appear out of nowhere. "Ulgurk." said the voice that is the Quickdraw Blackguard. He stinks of fishes. "Why are you here?"

[hops]

[Uh, guys? Is there any problem with the GM post? Do I have to add anything?]

[kj1225]

Connall goes off to talk to one of his less than respectable friends that commonly... works around here. Shouldn't be too hard what with their pencant for sniffling.

[AlleeCat]

"Oooh! Are we gonna go see Lenny the Nose? I like that guy!"