Hekazu

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

I guess my only question is does anyone have a problem with full body conversions? I'm fully aware and intending to do what would make sense/use logical steps to justify it. (I'd like to know in advance.)

@SleepingSilence

They are a part of the setting, to be sure. I however find any and all of said individuals to be astronomically unlikely to be taking part in the Davison case, not the least because very few exist outside direct megacorporation governance. The lack of humanity in full 'borgs stemming from their obviously superhuman status makes it unlikely that they would be interested out of their own consciousness either. Said lack of empathy is, after all, the base cyberpsychosis jumps up from. Why care about the lesser beings if you are so much greater than them? These are the main troubles I can currently recall to mind as I think what including a post-full conversion individual in the initial storyline would bring.

To avoid titlegore, let's just get to the point | 18+ | Seeking (mostly) F

Updated to 2nd edition.

Okay, deep breaths now... nobody will lynch you...

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

Created 0th posts for OOC and Characters tabs. Anyone who wants to share the burden of keeping them up to date with me is welcome to do so, we have a few of these Co-GM stickers that let one do that still available.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

Important details about the plot:

Police Lieutenant Davison has been selling classified gear to a few different gangs in a war with one another. All is well and good, since the gangs pretty much know that if they off Davison then all the other gangs are going to bash their skulls in for cutting the steady supply of "the good shit", weapons, ammo, combat drugs, what have you. But then the lieutenant is approached by a megacorporation employee who politely introduces himself and informs the good detective of just how deep shit he has buried himself in by causing trouble to the corporation he represents. And that he should probably make himself useful for them, or there will be hell to pay.

Now the man has vanished. His status is unknown to everyone, even the NCPD, but everyone wants to get their hands on him. The corporation (Murkywater Security), the police department, the gangs, and then there's the relatives of the man. Players are free to create characters from multiple walks of life, who may or may not end up forming alliances or competing directly with one another. Any single faction should nonetheless try for some cohesion between its members.

Current ongoing plotlines and their respective synopses:

The case of the Golemeth (Tracy & Theron)

-Somewhere in the combat zone, a Hardware Spider has a laser-disc CD they pulled out of Golemeth. His whereabouts and its contents are unknown.

-Lieutenant Davidson had one of his primary holdings at the address 5757 Babbage Cell. He was last seen there four days ago. There may or may not be anything left over there.

-Lieutenant Davidson had a meeting yesterday at that address with an individual named Nailtooth. Golemeth was present at the meeting since he was buying equipment from Davidson as well as having an interview with Nailtooth, who was interested in hiring him. Nailtooth gave Davidson a mysterious briefcase and told him to hand it off to a contact, Tracy.

-Theron's contacts at Intellitron failed to identify Tracy via his facial profile, retinal data, or voiceprint. Theron now knows who the case was supposed to be handed off to, but does not know that his erstwhile accomplice is that person.

-Davidson said he wouldn't be able to hand off the briefcase himself and would give it to somebody else to do so. We do not know if he actually did so or who might have been assigned to hand it off.

-The briefcase was supposed to be handed off to Tracy somewhere called Deeptower.

OOC Inference:

-Tracy obviously never got that memo or else would not have had to pursue Golemeth in the first place. Something obviously did not go according to plan.

How Tracy knew about Golemeth, or the meeting at Davidson's place, or Nailtooth, is presently unknown.

A dead gang walking (Croaks & Nina)

-The Colonel's Corner Amphibians are after Lt. Davison since the man was their main weapons supplier. For this task, they enlisted the help of Nina Ruadh, an info broker.

-The meeting went surprisingly well, so much so that the gang and the info broker ended up joining forces for this case.

-The best lead they had was a certain trench coat wearing corporate guy, likely solo, who served to inform the gang of the fact that Lt. Davison would no longer be in the market.

-This is about to change with them interrogating the would-have-been kidnapper/subduer of Scarlett, only that the man was left biting the dust by his mark. Now he is getting asked questions in less than polite manner, though it appears any possible leads here are going to be quite limited.

The misadventures of a Reaper (Scarlett)

-Scarlett has been doing several tasks for her master, nothing out of the ordinary.

-Attempts to gain more information about Lt. Davison have been going questionably. Whether actual progress has been made is debatable.

-What was out of the ordinary was her meeting with some shady people at the bar that served as the Colonel's Corner Amphibians base of operations, which almost led to her being captured.

-Since she did not end up in such a precarious situation, she instead ended back at the Fortress, though now she has decided to call upon Nina who she saw in passing to see if there is something she could use in the info broker's possession. (?)

Current character sheet revision available here. Subject to change.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

Active Character Roster by Faction

Freaks, Geeks, and Nobodies

The Night City Police Department

• Looks pretty empty...

Megacorporation Goons

• Theron - Intellitron Corporation

Gangsters and Lowlifes

• Croaks - Colonel's Corner Amphibians

Private Operators

• Scarlett, The Reaper
• Tracy Guiomar
• Nina Ruadh

Reference Material

Lingo, Streetslang, and Terminology

• Booster: A member of a gang that wears leather, uses cyberware, and is partial to random acts of violence.
• Chippin' In: To buy and install cyberware for the first time, to cast your lot with a group, or to connect with a machine.
• Choo (CHOOH²): Alcohol used as fuel for most vehicles with a high burn temperature.
• Choombatta (Choomba): A friend, family member, partner. Usually affiliated with the Neo-African American movement.
• Chrome: Cyberware, usually highly visible and finished in chrome if not plainly metallic.
• Chromer: A rock fan of the "chrome rock" or chromatic rock metal subgenre. Stylized by heavy metal, overuse of electronics, simple rhythms, and excessively violent lyrics.
• Combat Zone: The places the police or corporations will not usually go, controlled by gangs and violently contested.
• Cyberpsycho: A state where a person has so much cybertech in them that they become mentally unstable robotic killing machines due to extreme dysphoria.
• Cybered Up: To have as much cyberware implanted before one goes cyberpsycho, going right up to the "Edge".
• Data Term: Terminals for private or public access, often a streetcorner machine with a screen, keyboard, and Net connection.
• Disk: A laser disk, although it may also refer to floppy or hard disks. Used for records and or recording data.
• Doc: Any reputable, official medical professional or doctor, usually one who implants white cyberware or mends injuries.
• 'Dorphs (Endorphins): Synthetic designer drugs that enhance natural healing, limits fatigue, and creates a second wind.
• Exotics: Humans who have undergone extensive biosculpting and biomodification and have non-human qualities.
• 'Face: Interface to the Net, "jack in" to the machine.
• Feral: Someone with non-human bioware, at times refers to someone suffering from equivalent of cyberpsychosis due to bioware.
• Flatline: To kill, or in reference to a dead person or thing.
• Freak: Any punk or lowlife with excessive amounts of cyberware to purposefully make them outlandish.
• Go LEO: To go Low Earth Orbit and visit a space station.
• Glow: Neon punk lighting, typically in place of regular lighting.
• Handle: A working name or street name, used to obscure identity.
• Hydro (Hydrogen): Hydrogen used as fuel for larger vehicles or industry.
• Jungling: Searching the Combat Zones for scores, trying to get into trouble.
• Input: A girlfriend, female friend with benefits, women in a potentially derogatory way.
• Keyboard: Computer or terminal with an interface deck of some type.
• Media: A face or person with major recognition, attention, and power, usually corporate.
• Net (Internet): The internet at large or possibly a private network.
• Netrun: Interface with the Net for illegal activities, usually hacking.
• Nomad: An outsider to a major city, usually a wastelander, often with little cyberware but extremely violent even by freak standards.
• Output: A boyfriend, male friend with benefits, man in a potentially derogatory way.
• Poly (Polymer One Shot): Low caliber plastic and or polymer pistol, often disposable.
• Poser: A member of a posergang, which is any group where all members have a specific look, style, or bodysculpt job.
• Ripperdoc: An illicit doctor or medical technician who installs grey or black cyberware or dabbles in illegal modification while also providing injury management.
• Rocker: A musician who uses cyberware to broadcast messages while playing, often highly political or social, usually violent.
• Ronin: Free lance gunslinger, killer, mercenary, or assassin, who is considered untrustworthy or has a bad reputation, typically a solo.
• Samurai: A corporate killer or hired gun, usually with a strong positive reputation and high loyalty, often a solo.
• Sculpt Job: A body modification for sake of appearance.
• Solo: A mercenary or gun for hire, often heavily modified by cyberware and schooled in street combat.
• Slammit' On (Slamming It On): To get needlessly violent, to attack unprovoked.
• Stuffit (Stuff It): Having sex, alternatively to say to forget about something.
• Tech: Technology, usually referring to premium or quality cyberware.
• The Street: Where you live, where you go at night, the underground and subcultures.
• The Zoo: The place where all the freaks and punks gather, often contested territory and or neutral territory in the Combat Zone.

Corporations, Factions, and Organizations

• Brandish: A grey market purveyor of dubiously legal street weapons that are mostly non-lethal. Notorious for being easy to modify or conceal, they are the poor man's option, or for places where lethal weapons are forbidden such as many clubs or gang territories.
• Cobalt: A firearm manufacturer that specializes in heavy caliber firearms meant to penetrate armor. Characterized by large, blockish, black polymer weapons that are magazine fed and usually carried by corporate security. Standard quality products with renowned resilience, but poor style.
• Cylife: A corporation that produces externally worn cyberware, most often clothing. Places a large emphasis on style over substance and panders to the most gaudy or extreme freaks on the Street. Easily identified by neon glow and black.
• GENX Biomedical: A subcorporation for GENitiX Biomedical International, specializes in costly biosculpting and bioware. High to medium tier products, otherwise considered entry-level for anyone dabbling in heavy non-cyberware modification. Offers limited, but notable genetic engineering and alterations.
• Graff-Stein Research Laboratory: A private national research laboratory that offers bioware, often through contract only. Notable for fielding slight variants or test versions of its products in place of selling them, the exchange being field data. Legendarily tight-lipped about its methods, often more a joke than anything else and thought to keep most major advancements from this practice to only the corporate elite.
• Re-Human: A quasi-organization and corporation hybrid that develops top grade bioware and does only very in-depth biosculpting through genetic modification. Considers itself the "enlightened" edge of biological editing in contrast to cyberware, but offers entry level to full conversions and is generally regarded as overpriced.

Environments, Locations, and Places

• Night City: One of the largest metropolises in North America, stretching across all of the West Coast, covered in sprawl and rife with crime. A corporate city of warring factions.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

All right, let's have a look at the few things that we likely should, sooner or later.

Full 'borgs. They are expensive. So expensive in fact, that most full body converted people do not own themselves. Most of them indeed make a contract with a corporation and have their body rigged to explode/disable itself/whatever appropriate if they move against the contract made. And even then they are mostly utilised as soldiers, few for pilot or research purposes. Not as rare as androids, because fully electronic brains are extremely difficult, but still quite unlikely an occurrence.

What has been chosen for the story thus far, if I am not mistaken, we chose to go for Lt. Davison having disappeared. His status is unknown to everyone, even the NCPD, but everyone wants to get their hands on him. The corporation (which probably needs a name, I propose we salvage Murkywater Security), the police department, the gangs, and then there's the relatives of the man. The last one probably has the least resources to spend? Either way, this allows for characters from multiple walks of life who may or may not end up forming alliances or competing directly with one another. It's Night City. The usual Friday night has at least a hundred firefights.

Lastly, the character sheet format. Suppose it should be at least something like below. Criticism and improvements encouraged!

Possibly incomplete CS form

Name:
Appearance: Describe the character's preferred style. I am sure people can just ask for more detail if they want to see it! And trust me, I will want to see a lot!

Cyberware: Include all not empty subsections

• Fashionware
  • Techhair, SynthSkins, what have you.
• Neuralware
  • Reflex boosters, gun and vehicle links, chipware... REQUIRES A PROCESSOR IMPLANT
• Implants
  • Nasal Filters, Gills, Subdermal Armour, that sort of stuff.
• Bioware
  • Not the game studio. Grafted muscle, Skinweave (armour), biology based body alterations galore.
• Cyberweapons
  • Embedded claws, mechanical fangs, all that jazz
• Cyberoptics
  • Replacement eyes and all their included features
• Cyberaudio
  • Should be self-explanatory, anything that goes to ears or auditory features
• Cyberlimbs
  • Replacement limbs and what they include for features.

Weapons: What does one commonly carry with them? (No need to include cybernetics, they are above)
Armour: How does a person commonly cover themselves from the weapons of other people? (No need to include cybernetics, they are above)
Background: Where do you come from? Which part of Night City do you find yourself to be most at home in? Where are your connections? How have you afforded your expensive stuff? Who do you owe your life to? What's your poison? That sort of thing.

Same as a copypaste-ready block

[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]

[u][b]Cyberware:[/b][/u]
[list]
[*]Fashionware[list][*]Techhair, SynthSkins, what have you.[/list]
[*]Neuralware[list][*]Reflex boosters, gun and vehicle links, chipware... REQUIRES A PROCESSOR IMPLANT[/list]
[*]Implants[list][*]Nasal Filters, Gills, Subdermal Armour, that sort of stuff.[/list]
[*]Bioware[list][*]Not the game studio. Grafted muscle, Skinweave (armour), biology based body alterations galore.[/list]
[*]Cyberweapons[list][*]Embedded claws, mechanical fangs, all that jazz[/list]
[*]Cyberoptics[list][*]Replacement eyes and all their included features[/list]
[*]Cyberaudio[list][*]Should be self-explanatory, anything that goes to ears or auditory features[/list]
[*]Cyberlimbs[list][*]Replacement limbs and what they include for features.[/list][/list]
[b]Weapons:[/b]
[b]Armour:[/b]
[b]Background:[/b]

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

@Ryonara
The Cultist succeeds on their save.

@Gordian Nought
The stage is yours.

D&D 5e - Titan Hunters

Kethan &James

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James held the door for Kethan waiting for him to enter. Once both inside he did take note of the other robed figure before them talking frantically to the goliath that was hunched over looking like he was done with the conversation. Outside of those two there were only a few humans patrolling and a person behind a bar counting what was probably coin. The state of the tables reminded him of a few bars he had been in, at least two were in Valera.

James let's the goblin pass after the goliath had ended the conversation, watched it for a brief moment, then looking walking up to the counter. "We are looking for information on some frost giants, and probably warmer clothing. The frost giants are led by one who is called Hrasvelger." James leans forward on the counter watching the goliath carefully.

"Failure is forgivable, Ignorance is insufferable." Another quip from the hoary cleric of Ioun as he bowed his brow to bid the gentlemen off. "Come along then you rascal, calling me grandfather to mock my age much less to honor my sagacity." His cane-staff touched the ground first as the older of the two dismounted his from his faithful servant. It was far less than graceful certainly, although given his age and remaining life of his knee cartilage it was still impressive someone as old as he still rode. Well, using human standards at least, elves had their nigh immortality, and dwarves aren't usually seen riding horses given their vertical handicap.

So it was the guild, not bad for a cold little hamlet, but certainly nothing as wondrous as Kethan's own local chapter. Too many adventurers from there always flitting into his library and making a mess of things. Asking his fellow librarians for assistance on seeking information about this or that through the day. Fortunately they had specific staff to help with the mild nuisance but spellcasting and scroll-writing services were part of the cleric's duties amongst others. Everyone had their responsibilities within the organization, although it was clear the cleaning staff were a bit lax given the state of disarray things, surely it was not a welcome party for their unannounced arrival. And then again, few people have heard of Kethan these days, and perhaps Sir Lakeltia or Lady Mavros would be have a greater celebrity status, or a guild member. Who would give the time of day to an old man and a talentless bard?

"We came because the gods command it, although the cold inspires impiety." A witty reply to the goliath at the counter. "And as my, more direct acquaintance here had told you, warm clothing, and giants. In that order if you will... Guildmaster I presume?"

The Guildmaster bit his lip at the requests for information. The call for them being on a mission from gods, that part in turn earned a sigh. While the goliath would shake his head, he would also open his mouth to share his two copper pieces on the matter: "Guildmaster, yes, that is I. For the information you seek however, I must regrettably share with you that you are hardly the first to seek said undertaking. Many have come before you. Very few, in turn, have returned. And those who have have come back in shambles. God's mission or not, are you certain you are prepared?" He placed his hands on the countertop and leaned over it, judging the two men with his gaze from above. "Just the two of you, no matter how powerful you may think yourselves, will not stand a chance."

"Certainly shopping for winter clothing is not so horrendous and undertaking Guildmaster," A fair point after all, since Kethan did suggest the goliath give information in a particular order. One was more pressing than the other. "Jest asside Guildmaster, We won't be the last to search for giants if the cold claims us first. There are more of us coming... Hopefully if they can find their way here."

The Goliath snorted, thoroughly unamused by the old man's words. "If you made it here without troubles in your current attire, you can also find your way back in it. If there is no reason for you to go and throw your lives away, why should it be enabled by giving away knowledge that will only lead to your doom? For one of your age, I would have suspected you to be able to tell such truths", he stated in an offended tone and waved towards one of the few tables that were currently not being cleaned. "If there is nothing else you seek, it is better you sit down and wait for your friends to arrive. Perhaps they manage a more convincing speech."

James winced at Kerthan's words. Surely the cleric would have known to try for a less abrasive approach. "We only seek to prevent others from suffering the same fate as these adventurers. We have also gotten word there is a dragon working with these giants and they are moving." He pulled away from the counter heading to a table. "Here first of course. But I guess we can't help you if you won't help us." He added. He figured a honeyed approach wouldn't work now since the cleric had been so brash. Maybe a bit more with a half truth would help however.

"You would withhold information then?" A tap of Kethan's walking stick as a reminder of who it was the guildmaster was dealing with. The Symbol of Ioun emblishing the handle as more than mere ornation. A symbol of faith and authority all the same, a source of power for the faithful, much less so than the arcane. "As I have said, we are here by the Gods, do not test my faith Guildmaster, I assure you at my age, there's little life to throw away. We understand the possiblity of death is great, but it is our lives or yours as is so often the case, and our failure will most likely result in the death of those unwilling to throw their lives away. I have already come to terms with my mortality, whether I can stand before my lady Ioun in her hall as one of her scholars having willingly disobeyed her is something I cannot do. As such, I would again ask you for information Guildmaster, and I beg you not to withhold anything for if many have failed, then it is in their failure shall we learn to suceed Guildmaster."

The Guildmaster slammed his hands against the counter and leaned further towards the old man that had walked in and was now acting like he owned the place. "I do not care what your dogma says about this or that! If I gave the information to every single adventurer that cam knocking, this village would be responsible for even more death than it already is! Do you think it is easy for our sentries to gaze into the distance, to be the last who see the cloaks of the adventurers leave, never to return!?" The goliath bellowed, before falling back to the space behind the counter, rather than over it.

A deep breath and a fist risen to his forehead later, the Guildmaster rubbed his forehead against his knuckles and continued, now in a much calmer tone: "Look, old man, if you are who I think you are, you are well known for your capability to heal, not as much slaying giants and dragons. I do not seek to obstruct those with the capability to take down said threat. But giving away the location to those ill prepared would only lead to unnecessary death." He removed the fist from his forehead and placed his hand on the counter once again, looking Kethan straight into the eyes. "You will have your knowledge once the rest of your allies are here, on the assumption they seem competent."

As James sits at a table near the hearth and listens to the guildmaster and Kethan exchange words. While doing so he took out the lute and played an old song that he heard in a tavern long ago. "Come Kethan the fire is warm. The others should be here soon and the man can make his judgement of our skill."
He started to sing in dwarvish to the tune he played. It was for sure not his best he thought as he missed a few cords and sung slightly off key. He would need to work on that to maintain his guise.

With a solemn nod, the warning was taken well. Yes, Kethan knew the risks, and more so he had been in the Guildmaster's position many times over. How many fools had he sent to their deaths over the last few years in his retirement? Few returned, and those who did often were seeking more information on this or another misadventure. Those who did not return, Kethan could only assume they had either given up their quest or died in such attempts. Perhaps it was easier for him knowing that his powers of resurrection could bring back the dead, and perchance even request his goddess intervene. If indeed the Guildmaster knew who Kethan was, then perhaps the goliath would understand this was no willy-nilly party of would be errandboys leaping to their cold and untimely deaths. They were seasoned champions, legends of their own right no less across the land. But all that slipped away the moment that brash idiot opened his mouth. A most mediocre melody, twas not the cold that numbed his fingers or voice, no the roaring fire ought to banish those and certainly Kethan was not yet falling apart at the joints so why wouldn a spring chicken? Perhaps it was his instrument that took to the cold, but certainly a bard would check and tune his instrument as his lively livelihood depends on it, no there was something else amiss that casted Kethan's doubts over the so-called bard. "Unless my hearing fails me in my age boy, if you keep playing like that, he won't need to wait very for the others..."

Failing hearing or not, the waiting was nonetheless over. The doors to the Guild Hall opened once again, making way for a half-orc clad in full plate armour, and two quite a bit more lightly armoured and less imposing women. Marcus, Ada and Scrapmouse had arrived. The Guildmaster raised his eyes towards the door and nodded to the fresh arrivals. "Here with these two?" he requested to know.

Mechanics&Rolls

Kethan persuading the peeved Guildmaster for information: 18 22
James's performance: 12
Kethan figuring out what is going on with said lack of ability: 21

All the Titan Hunters have arrived at the Guild Hall.

@JBRam2002@Lurking Krog@Guardian Angel Haruki@The Grey Dust

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

Androids are more rare a breed than people who have gone through a full-body conversion to a cyborg, as far as I have understood. And with how rare those conversions are, androids would indeed very much be toys of the upper echelons, if not currently on the secret development stages of the top-level megacorporations. Biodroids are also an option to consider, cloned bodies with a pre-programmed cyberbrain attempting to make sense of it. For while cloning limbs is rather abundant, putting up an entire body could... prove less trivial a task.

D&D 5e - Titan Hunters

Marcus Lakeltia

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Marcus nodded at the gnome's words. Uncouth language as they might be, they were perhaps the best way to put this feeling into words. It was nothing short of dreadful, standing against these elements. And that was coming from a man clad in plate and accompanying underarmour. What did she have? A scale mail would provide some protection, but it was far from as complete as his. And with the size of her body, she might well be one of the first to succumb if they did not seek warmth. Oh, here he was, getting worried because she was smaller than him. Again. He should really try to get over that. Scrapmouse was just as capable a champion as the rest of them.

Marcus stretched for a bit, trying to keep the heat in his body flowing. Again, they would need to do something about how vulnerable they were to the weather alone. But before that, there were still a few words to address. The main point being Ada asking for her title to be forgotten. "From this moment onward, Ada Mavros, you are nothing more than a member of our group. None of us will bow to any authority you may have once possessed. You have become an equal to us, as you wished", Marcus stated to the formed duchess' request, before raising a finger to his ear once again. "They seem to have found the hall", he informed those in his company before pressing a bit harder on the earpiece. "Directions, if you would."

Ask and you shall receive, and all that. Soon they were on their way to the new destination, and the Paladin had time to give his own two copper pieces on the matter of the guild people listening to another member: "There is the chance, but we can never be too sure. More often than not, the appearance of a Hammer of Grimjaws it met with joy and celebration. These people had time and patience for neither. Expect the unexpected." He remained cautiously optimistic though. The chances were always there.

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Guild Hall

Meanwhile, at the doors of the guild hall, the Goliaths would very much echo the sentiments of the man that had appeared from between the two buildings. "This indeed is no business you would have a part in. They failed their task and that is it. No amount of words will change that", the other Goliath would say and shoo James and the elder away. "Now go, enter the hall if you must. We have more pressing matters to attend to." All in all, they remained just as unimpressed as they had appeared to be at first.

The two would have a bit of time in the hall before the rest would arrive. It could have been bigger, but for a village of this size, there was already a surprising amount of space. A few humans walked around in official guild uniforms keeping order in the hall, where there had either been a fight or a loud celebration probably no longer than an hour ago. Many tables apparently needed scrubbing, and the keeper of the small bar in the corner seemed to be tallying up something. The counter from which one usually requested tasks from seemed to be open as per usual, other than for the fact that another of the cloaked figures was frantically trying to explain something to the Goliath behind the counter. The receiving end of the explanation looked only like they had heard enough to last six lifetimes.

The arrival of the two new figures had the Goliath stand up straight and speak up once again. "The facts do not change. You were tasked to bring the beast down. We cannot take your word for 'it fell into a ravine and perished'. We require proof, and you know it. Now go, finish the task up or there is nothing more we need to discuss!" The goblin looked somewhat dejected and hopped off the stool it had been using to make it up to the counter, before shuffling past the two fresh arrivals. The Goliath greeted them with a nod. "Now you, you look... new. Not least thanks to your lack of attire. What brings you to Vael Turog?"

Mechanics&Rolls

Marcus, Ada and Scrapmouse are likely still on the way, unless the two particularly enjoyed the local climate. In my book, it seems most accurate for the three to join in once a few words have been exchanged between the local guildmaster, James and Kethan. But that's just me. Arrive at a moment you deem fit.

@JBRam2002@Lurking Krog@Guardian Angel Haruki@The Grey Dust