Commander Dubois
Is short stocky and bald. He has been commander for 23 years and it shows and it hasnt improved his deposition one bit. It was said if you could survive him you could survive anything. Most leave him desperate for the job.
This you havent experienced. He hasnt the time. Training is on the job for you.
He hopes you are up to it.
He also hopes you dont make him regret this.
"You are now all members of the city watch.
Your are also green, (in fact you signed up yesterday)
You are inexperienced and not yet jaded by this city.
Therefore you still think you can help people and do something
about this city. That is good.
Hang on to that.
It will keep you straight and good watchmen.
It might even help keep you alive but dont count on that.
This is not the best job in the world, in fact
its not even the best in Tol.
To be honest its probally aiming to be the worst job
here, but it has a lot of competion for it..
And it does not end, you may be only paided for the hours
you work but it does not stop you understand?
You die, we raise you and dock you pay.
You die too often, you go into files and stay there.
You dont want that job.
You really dont.
*eyes the stack of files on his desk*
Hawk and Fisher will keep and eye on you for the first while.
Then your on your own.
*Points them out,
two captains are in the dingy watchroom near the fire*
(borrowed from haven books and adapted)
Hawk is tall, dark and no longer handsome.
The series of old scars that marr the right side of
his face have given him a bitter sinster look heightened
by his black silk eye eyepatch. His dark hair is shoulder length
and tied at the nape with a silver clasp. He has only just turned 30
but already he has shades of grey in his hair. He is fingering an axe in
the manner of one familur with it.
(Isobel) Fisher is tall, easily six feet in height and has long
blond hair that falls to her waist in a single thick plait weighted
at the bottom with a polished steel ball. She is heading into her late
twenties and is handsome rather than beautiful.
There is a rawboned harshness to her face that suggested strenght and
stubborness only slightly softened by her deep bluw eyes and generous
mouth. Sometime in the past something had scoured all the human weakness
out of her and it showed. She wore a sword on her lip in a
battered scabbard. Her prowess is alright legendary.
..
They grin at you, in a disturbing way.
..
The chief says grudgingly, They are good watchmen.
They get the job done.
Learn that but get smoother methods or you will hear from me.
understand?
Something happened in cotters row,
people died.
find out what and stop it.
*he looks down at his files, then looks back up*
why are you still here?
The First game
: Cotters row
: The first sight of the palace de courtsans
: half-man, half-badger
: remembering that slavery isnt illegal, a little bit too late
maximus did insane things. rambled about invisible unicorns,
got threatened bu athena, and stamped on painfully
fox and twitch were senisble
outside the watchouse, maximus sexually harassed fox,
got lost and kipnapped and sold as a slave
fox and twitch went and checked out the crime-scene
twitch broke up a beating
fox checked out the alcamests room
they then found him at the slave market
and fox talked the slaver out of it
later they went to the owners house
(after a brief break, where twitch became smitten
and maximus was replaced by a farm-boy
after the incindent in the toliets)
and saved a mis-treated pet
and solved the crime
the farm boy may have mis-treated a servant
and twitch may have turned out to be a deadly blur of death)
The PC's
twitch
a halfling male beserver
also called twin-thunder-mountains in game2
fox
human
pretty boy leader type
maximus
human
half-man half badger (insane)
will we miss him?
the farm boy whos name i forget (wills second character)
human
couldnt hurt woman
fights with a sythe, and two sickles
(from game two) d20,
male
half-elf
the artist
also a cross-dresser
The guard squadroom
The guard squadroom was a large cheerless office at the rear of guard
headquarters. It was windowless, like the rest of the building.
Windows made the place too vunerable to assault. The headquarters
made to do with narrow archery slits and ever-burning oil-lamps and
fixed danceing lights spells.
The walls and ceilings were covered with grime from the lamps and open
fireplace but no one gave a damn.
It fitted the general mood of the place.
Half the squadroom had been taken up by oaken filing cabinets spilling
over from the cramped records division. At any hour of the day or night
it was a safe bet you'll find someone desperaly searching for the one
piece of paper that might help them crack a case.
There was a lot of useful information in the files if you could find it.
They hadnt been properly organised in over 17 years when most of the
original files were lost in a firebombing.
Rumour had it that if ever the files were successfully reorganised
there'd just be another fire-bombing so no one bothered. The papers
division were too busy anyway.
doing whatever they do
They are pale-creatures wandering continuely amoung the files,
searching, bringing paperwork to people, bothering them about it,
bringing it back to whereever the fuck they put them.
Three time a day, the squadroom fills with guard captains and
constables waiting for the days briefing before going out on
their shift.
They waited for one of the guard commander's to arrive to give
them the bad news. They knew the news would be bad. It always was.
Game two
: the visit to Aines temple
: the stolen items of the gods
: finding a gang
: the cross-dressing eposide
: the birth of twin thunder-mountains
: a new artist
Game three
:the ugly one orc and his rider
:the reaction of the others
:the nuke in a cauldron
:the tentles and you
:the woman in black and red
:the fire and the watery beer