It had been a week since the last
street fight with the Roaches. Afheesh had just finished guard duty, already
changed out of his colors, and bopping his way to the Dancing Rat.
Surprisingly, it had been an interesting day. Near the end of the shift, he had
ended up in the Bronze Tankard with his squad. Not much earlier, the ratling
had single-handedly helped to avoid a confrontation between his squad and a
group of Moth gang members. At the Bronze Tankard Afheesh paid for the entire
squad’s drinks and on top of that, he had sprung for “the good stuff”.
Random Guard (the same one that started the trouble with the
Moths earlier): “Haw, Haw! Didn’t know that ratlings were so RICH! Maybe next
time we make your cut a little SMALLER! Haw, haw!
Afheesh (pulling one of his weapons): “Oh yeah! I’ll make
YOURS a little smaller!”
Afheesh proceeded to try to mash
the butt-spike of his troll-make weapon into the eye of the offender. The guard
parried with his short-sword and their weapons locked.
Sergeant: “Knock it OFF! The ratling has purchased us some
fine drinks!” He saluted Afheesh with his overflowing cup.
Afheesh holstered his dagger
slapping over the offending guard’s full cup spilling it.
Afheesh (to the bartender and pointing at the rude guard):
“I’m not paying for HIS!”
Afheesh strutted through the saloon
doors of the Dancing Rat. Inside he spotted Wufcor (played by Isis) already
bellied up to a table along with Needles (played by Natalie) and Sikeek (played
by Jenn). Sikeek was in the middle of an all-day bender; she was flush with
cash from gambling most of the day.
Wufcor motioned his fearless leader
over. The canny-jack had been scoping out the alley where the Roaches had
“handed them their @$$es”. He had also
been roaming through the series of alleys and streets for the past week that
the Roaches had led them through that night. That path was the Roaches primary
trafficking route for stolen goods and what-have-you. Because of his extra effort,
Wufcor was eager to get to bloodletting. Afheesh cheerfully agreed.
Wufcor (angrily gulping down his jack): “Let’s go find us
Sikeek: “Yeah! I have some bones to pick with them too!”
Later after dark, the ratling gang
found themselves hiding in the alley across from the East Stacks and the Red
Rose Well. They observed six Roaches (3 thugs and 3 gangsters) walk out of a
side alley to loiter on the corner. Wufcor strained to listen in on their
conversation. However, unable to control himself Afheesh immediately began to
make a beeline, though prowling, directly to them. A second later Wufcor
jaunted up to his side just before contact.
Wufcor: “Uhm. They’re on the lookout for three ratlings.”
Afheesh (yanking his troll-make weapons): “Well ain’t it
their lucky day!”
Both ratling killers, undetected so
far, leapt from the shadows each dropping a gangster before the Roaches knew
what hit them.
One of the three Roach thugs frantically
shouted a signal call and ran away towards the Stacks. Afheesh turned on the
nearest gangster but the target easily parried his savage thrusts. Wufcor
stabbed the same gangster in the back wounding him horribly. The blow forced
the gangster to recuperate from the blow or drop immediately. Sikeek prowled
around behind the remaining two thugs and got in a sneak attack against one
wounding him bad. Sikeek easily avoided their clumsy retorts.
Afheesh fumbled one his weapons but
stuck the other hilt-deep into the last gangster killing him instantly. Wufcor
turned his attention towards the unhurt of the last two thugs and slashed him
badly. The last two thugs turned and ran and the ratlings were ready to run
them down but then heard the boots of reinforcements running in from all sides.
Dozens of Roach gangsters and thugs
charged in from every alleyway flooding the plaza and crowding the area at the
corner of the building that the ratlings had killed three of their brothers. Wufcor
engaged a gangster who was able to keep up with the ratling’s speed and Sikeek
got in a good blow on another but left only a scratch. A gangster covered in
tattoos charged Afheesh. His dirk was easily parried. Another thug slashed at
Sikeek striking only air. Yet another thug hurled himself recklessly at Wufcor
and missed by a mile. Afheesh easily dropped the tattooed gang member.
Another thug attacked but missed Afheesh;
Sikeek attacked another thug but got clinched. Another gangster struck at
Afheesh with his dirk easily auto-dodging the ratling’s counter-attack. Afheesh
then turned and killed another thug. Wufcor attacked the thug clinching
Sikeek’s weapon wounding him badly, the bloodied street thug was determinedly
keeping Sikeek’s weapon tied up no matter the cost. Afheesh dropped another
Roach. There were now too many gang members to easily tell them apart. It was a
mess of blood, struggling bodies, and death shrieks.
Even in this violent, tangled mass
of humanity and ratling, our heroes could hear yet another wave of gang members
running in all the while shouting, “it’s them! The ratlings! Get ‘em!” In
response, Wufcor screamed, “Give me Phenor or there’ll be MORE bodies!”
Immediately he dropped another thug with a single blow.
The ratlings found that in the
current wave of Roaches their numbers were bolstered by knife-fighters using
paired daggers. The numbers of thugs surrounding them precluded strategically
focusing on any one target but instead flailing at the nearest foe. The storm
of thirsty blades rained on the ratlings opening dozens of little cuts. Stomps,
kicks, punches, everything from the gangsters was slowly bleeding and beating
them down. Bouncing around between gangsters the ratlings transformed into
bleeding bruised danger-balls with their flying blades finding random targets
including eyes and testicles. However, the ratlings despite their wounds and
suffering a few severe wounds from the knife-fighters continued hoping that
victory was just a few more corpses away.
Suddenly, several quarrels thudded
into the ground and walls near each ratling. Some of these appeared tipped with
an oily poison.
Sikeek: “Aww crap! They have CROSSBOWS!”
Each ratling was close to losing
consciousness from their wounds thus each decided to run for their lives. As
they fled, they barely avoided the opportunistic knives of nearby foes. Once
again, Afheesh found himself dropping barely conscious to the floorboards of
the White Star healer’s guild. He looked over and found Needles standing over
him soaking wet.
Needles (almost proud of himself): “I was hiding in a storm
Natalie: “Seriously, no way I was gonna survive that.”
The next evening, Afheesh and his
crew had gathered in the backroom of a shop backed by the Obsidian Brotherhood
Mage Guild. Out front below the signboard hung another sign escutcheon shaped
and painted brown with a black border and a golden eye at the center. The seal
of the brotherhood. They were meeting with the owner, a mage by the name of
Cankilnor. The fragile old man was dark of skin and in the drab plain brown robes
common to his order. The ratlings were taking their turns making their marks on
a scroll that the wizard had presented them at their leader’s behest.
Earlier, Afheesh had shirked guard
duty and found a mage after he had had an idea. It turned out that he could get
the old mage to cast a spell that could grant him a vision of his lost weapon
and use it to track whoever had it, presumably the Roaches if not their Mantck
leader. However, it would cost him 2,800 gold pieces or 56,000 bronze thorns.
Nevertheless, the wizard had offered him an exchange. It was that he and his
crew were to steal a tome bound in black dragon’s hide from one Malrig. This
mage currently resided in a tower at the northwest corner of the Tin Well
block. He and his crew would have to sign a pact of sorts, a Geas Quest. The rest of the crew could
split a 5,000 bt reward amongst themselves after the job was done. Of course,
the 5,000 was coming straight from Afheesh’s pocket.
Afheesh did understand what a Geas
was generally, his crew did not and all signed. It was not long after that they
were all on their way to Malrig’s tower. They were in view of the four story
square tower its plastered exterior painted in yellow and black bands with red
and spirals. However, just as they had gathered in its shadow and were
contemplating a plan of attack…
Scarred Mantck Bounty Hunter
(drawing his paired rune inscribed scimitars): “Well it was easy to find all of
ya, probably be just as easy to kill all ya too!”
Behind the bounty hunter were a
dozen charging Roach gangsters. Out of nowhere, Needles screeching a war cry
leapt out and did a flying punch against the lead thug. He bounced off dealing
Cris the GM (to Natalie): “What!? Where’s all your ninja gear!?
You have some bad @ss ninja stars that I gave you too!”
Natalie: “Oh all that’s back in my nest, I don’t want any of
these people to know that I’m a ninja they’re evil.”
Isis (commenting on Needles total lack of a weapon): “Oh
yeah I took my dagger back so I could sell it! Hah HAH!”
Needles was in reality a Moon Rat,
the Arvanian version of a ninja along with specialized equipment and armor.
Natalie had decided when roleplaying her character that Needles would strive to
keep all of that secret from everybody.
Afheesh charged the Mantck with a
pair of powerful strikes. Both attacks simply swept aside. As a result of the
charge, the Mantck struck back at Afheesh and the ratling barely auto-dodged
both blades. Sikeek struck at a nearby gangster who parried her blow. Needles
bouncing around easily dodging the strikes aimed his way but got nailed by a
natural 20. The blow forced Needles back to recover. Another gangster buried his
dirk to the hilt in Afheesh getting in a lucky gut-shot wounding the ratling
badly. A wave of knife blows fell all around the ratlings fortunately missing
Afheesh dropped a nearby gangster.
The Mantck struck again at Afheesh but the Quickling easily dodged (Natural
20). Wufcor turned on the Mantck and jabbed him good but leaving only a scratch.
Sikeek dropped a gangster. Another storm of blades fell on the ratlings from
the large group of Roaches. Needles was nearly killed but was able to endure long
enough to run away (he rolled a natural 20 recovery). Afheesh dropped another
gangster. The Mantck scored a double hit on Afheesh wounding him horribly. The
rune covered scimitars glowed evilly and the Quickling realized he was no
longer as quick as he had once been. The Mantck swung at Wufcor missing both
times and then backed out of the pile up and drank a healing potion healing him
The Mantck bounty hunter charged
back smashing his magic weapons in a double-weapon power attack at the ratling
leader catching Afheesh completely off guard (Natural 1 auto-dodge). The paired
blades sheared through the little ratling’s scant flesh and fragile bones.
Before either of the two halves of his corpse hit the ground and as his fading
vision beheld his companions in full retreat, his last thought was, “Heh, Geas Quest, at least those wimps will
soon be joining me in HELL!”
Campaign Played between September 2017 and February 2018