Life in the Tenth District is never dull. A hub of constant activity, it always offers a new opportunity, a new challenge, a new intrigue. It is a place where a promising adventurer like you can find your path to glory, riches, or power through your allegiance to your guild. But first you’ll need a job that will help you prove your worth.
Today is your lucky day. This afternoon, you received a brief note from one of your contacts: “I heard today from someone who is looking for help finding something. Seems serious. Might be a good opportunity for you. Meet outside Sawtooth Prison at dusk.”
At the appointed time, you find yourself gathered with other like-minded individuals outside the front door to the functional and unremarkable Sawtooth Prison.
While waiting for his contact to turn up, Turf is examining the other people, trying to listen in if any conversation happens as he doubts his contact was the only one who knew of this and hoping to get some information from others talking
Ealoth arrives at the prison shortly before the requested time. The Loxodon stands at roughly 7'6" and looks to weigh nearly 360 pounds. He looks rather light on his feet despite his size and he hums a soft tune to himself as he approaches. He looks to be wearing clothes he's been gardening in with a layer of dirt dust covering most of it. Even with his gentle disposition, the loxodon caries a shortsword. Looking closely at it, you'd notice that it hasn't been used very much.
When Ealoth spots Turf waiting outside of the entrance, he approaches him. In a low rumbling tone he says, "My name is Ealoth. I have received your message. The Conclave has sent me to aide in your request. Please tell me what it is I am looking for and I will get started right away." Ealoth stands expectantly awaiting Turf's response.
"Wrong fellow mate. I didn't send a message and I haven't communicated with the conclave. I got my own message though now you are also here, I'm wondering if it is a trap or just a prank"
Ealoth actually smiles at the thought that it could be a prank. "It's been a while since I've been pranked. My siblings always found that hilarious no matter how much it distracted from our work." Ealoth shows his letter to Turf so that he can compare them. "You really think it could be a trap right in front of a prison?," he says with a tone that isn't clear if he's being serious or not. "What do you call yourself?," Ealoth asks.
Slag would make his way to the prison as his metal feet clank and scrape across the stone road. A thick red cloak would hang from his thin battered metal frame, concealing much of his body. The parts of his metal body that are visible however, are covered in a wide array of scorch marks, deep cuts, and dents. An impressive number of tools and gadgets seem to be strapped to nearly every part of his chest and belt, clanking loudly as he walks. Once he had approached the group, his glowing blue eyes would shift from each of the figures standing before him. "Hey! You guys the guys needing help finding stuff? Well I am looking for some things too! Maybe we can help eachother out yeah!" The worforged would say in a surprisingly excited voice, speaking very much like a goblin normally would. The warforgeds sharp-toothed mouth would move with the words, as bits of jagged metal click ever so slightly. "My name is Slag.. I am hoping to uncover rare materials I can use in my research" He would say as he extends his metal hand. Electricity arcs across his fingertips before dissipating with a small shake of his wrist.
"GANG WAAAAAY!" A shrill voice cried a few blocks away from the prison. "Part! Part ways citizens of Ravnica! Or, be BONKED by the blunt side of JUSTICE! As the voice got closer and closer, the pair at the prison could see a rather small shape dodging in between the legs of people and horses alike. The shape breaks from the crowd in a full sprint, crashes into the luxodons leg and falls flat on his back. He is a gnome for sure, wearing more leather than armor, a mask that completely obscures his face, and a white robe with the Boros crest on the back. After falling, Meteney looks up at the two. " I'm not late, am I?"
Slag would reach down with his glowing blue eyes. "I don't think so... but then again I don't know what we are doing either.." The warfoged would reply as he moves his extended hand down to help the ghome to his feet.
Ealoth smiles as the warforged joins them. [What a fascinating creature] he thinks to himself. The conclave did hire a few warforged to help do tasks that the organic creatures had difficulty doing. Ealoth was more impressed with the wear and tear this one had been through. He shows his letter to Slag. "I think we're here for the same thing. I haven't seen the person requesting our aide yet though. You alright?,"he asks as he looks over Slag.
Ealoth turns at the noise at his feet. He reaches his trunk down to the ground and helps to life the gnome back to their feet.
Meteney pants as he is swiftly lifted back to his feet. "Ah! Thank you, large and imposing friends! You have done the legion a good deed today!" He will realize that he feels a few pounds lighter, look around and sigh in relief as he goes to pick up his sword. It's a bit comical, looking at it. It's at least two feet taller that the gnome, yet he holds it over his shoulder like it weighs nothing.
Slag would look up to the loxodon and his eyes would brighten a bit. "Boy your a big fella arn't ya! yeah I am alright. Just got a few reminders of my early days with the Izzet League! I started out testing some of the more... unstable and dangerous spells and equipment! Very important work! Most the technicians don't survive long enough to report their findings!" The warforged would say as what appears to be a tiny flame flickers for a moment from inside his mouth.
(OOC: so I am taking advantage of my magical tinkering to try to add different effects to Slag like the glowing eyes and electricity sparking from his hand and small flickering. I want to give off the impression that you think Slag could explode at just about any moment. Life in the Izzet League has been hard for him lol)
Magical TinkeringUA
Imbue a Tiny nonmagical object with a magical property of your choice: 5ft. radius light, up to 6 second long recorded message, emits odor or nonverbal sound, static visual effect including up to 25 words of text. You can affect a maximum of 3 objects at a time.
I think Evl might be afk, I might just start now and he can pop up later
Light rain begins to patter on the cobblestones as the sun sets behind the spires and towers of the city. You see a male vedalken in well-tailored clothes approach your group from around the side of the prison. His deep blue face bears a gentle but concerned expression. He raises his hand to hail you and speaks in a low tone as his eyes take in your group and the nearby environs. “Are you here to help us find something?”
Ealoth nods understandably. "They do like their experiments. Did you happen to be one of those as well," he says as he glances at the sparks. The loxodon's deep voice seems to rumble as he speaks.
"Ah, nice to meet you, Turf, Slag, Menetey, Ealoth"
He hands you a dossier of a smug, tough-looking male goblin on it.
“We have need of your particular skills to assist in the retrieval of a convict who got loose just before sunrise this morning. He escaped during his transfer to Udzec, a maximum-security prison where he would have spent the rest of his days. His name is Krenko. He’s the boss of a large gang of goblins that operates around Foundry Street. He was apprehended to answer for a long list of crimes, including murder. He allegedly incited a riot that led to the deaths of a guard and two inmates at this prison a week ago. The warden decided enough was enough and put through his transfer. Krenko has made a lot of enemies, but the Shattergang Brothers are his biggest threat. They’re a rival goblin gang specializing in illicit weapons, and they want Krenko dead in reprisal for the murder of one of their lieutenants. The dead lieutenant also happens to be the youngest of the three siblings that run the gang. They’ll tear apart the neighborhood to find him once they know he has escaped. Normally, we’d let the Azorius deal with this situation, but we suspect that Krenko might have had help from one of the other guilds when he escaped. We are enlisting others to investigate that connection, as it could point to a bigger problem. We need you to track down Krenko and bring him back alive. Then we can interrogate him and keep him off the streets for good. I am prepared to give you ten gold right now to cover any expenses you might incur during your investigation. Upon delivery of the criminal, you’ll receive one hundred gold and my gratitude, which I will convey to your guild leaders. Under no circumstances should you attempt to question Krenko yourselves.”
Life in the Tenth District is never dull. A hub of constant activity, it always offers a new opportunity, a new challenge, a new intrigue. It is a place where a promising adventurer like you can find your path to glory, riches, or power through your allegiance to your guild. But first you’ll need a job that will help you prove your worth.
Today is your lucky day. This afternoon, you received a brief note from one of your contacts: “I heard today from someone who is looking for help finding something. Seems serious. Might be a good opportunity for you. Meet outside Sawtooth Prison at dusk.”
At the appointed time, you find yourself gathered with other like-minded individuals outside the front door to the functional and unremarkable Sawtooth Prison.
While waiting for his contact to turn up, Turf is examining the other people, trying to listen in if any conversation happens as he doubts his contact was the only one who knew of this and hoping to get some information from others talking
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Ealoth arrives at the prison shortly before the requested time. The Loxodon stands at roughly 7'6" and looks to weigh nearly 360 pounds. He looks rather light on his feet despite his size and he hums a soft tune to himself as he approaches. He looks to be wearing clothes he's been gardening in with a layer of dirt dust covering most of it. Even with his gentle disposition, the loxodon caries a shortsword. Looking closely at it, you'd notice that it hasn't been used very much.
When Ealoth spots Turf waiting outside of the entrance, he approaches him. In a low rumbling tone he says, "My name is Ealoth. I have received your message. The Conclave has sent me to aide in your request. Please tell me what it is I am looking for and I will get started right away." Ealoth stands expectantly awaiting Turf's response.
(We'll just wait for the other 3 I guess)
"Wrong fellow mate. I didn't send a message and I haven't communicated with the conclave. I got my own message though now you are also here, I'm wondering if it is a trap or just a prank"
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Ealoth actually smiles at the thought that it could be a prank. "It's been a while since I've been pranked. My siblings always found that hilarious no matter how much it distracted from our work." Ealoth shows his letter to Turf so that he can compare them. "You really think it could be a trap right in front of a prison?," he says with a tone that isn't clear if he's being serious or not. "What do you call yourself?," Ealoth asks.
Slag would make his way to the prison as his metal feet clank and scrape across the stone road. A thick red cloak would hang from his thin battered metal frame, concealing much of his body. The parts of his metal body that are visible however, are covered in a wide array of scorch marks, deep cuts, and dents. An impressive number of tools and gadgets seem to be strapped to nearly every part of his chest and belt, clanking loudly as he walks. Once he had approached the group, his glowing blue eyes would shift from each of the figures standing before him. "Hey! You guys the guys needing help finding stuff? Well I am looking for some things too! Maybe we can help eachother out yeah!" The worforged would say in a surprisingly excited voice, speaking very much like a goblin normally would. The warforgeds sharp-toothed mouth would move with the words, as bits of jagged metal click ever so slightly. "My name is Slag.. I am hoping to uncover rare materials I can use in my research" He would say as he extends his metal hand. Electricity arcs across his fingertips before dissipating with a small shake of his wrist.
"GANG WAAAAAY!" A shrill voice cried a few blocks away from the prison. "Part! Part ways citizens of Ravnica! Or, be BONKED by the blunt side of JUSTICE! As the voice got closer and closer, the pair at the prison could see a rather small shape dodging in between the legs of people and horses alike. The shape breaks from the crowd in a full sprint, crashes into the luxodons leg and falls flat on his back. He is a gnome for sure, wearing more leather than armor, a mask that completely obscures his face, and a white robe with the Boros crest on the back. After falling, Meteney looks up at the two. " I'm not late, am I?"
Slag would reach down with his glowing blue eyes. "I don't think so... but then again I don't know what we are doing either.." The warfoged would reply as he moves his extended hand down to help the ghome to his feet.
Ealoth smiles as the warforged joins them. [What a fascinating creature] he thinks to himself. The conclave did hire a few warforged to help do tasks that the organic creatures had difficulty doing. Ealoth was more impressed with the wear and tear this one had been through. He shows his letter to Slag. "I think we're here for the same thing. I haven't seen the person requesting our aide yet though. You alright?," he asks as he looks over Slag.
Ealoth turns at the noise at his feet. He reaches his trunk down to the ground and helps to life the gnome back to their feet.
(Just waitin' for evl)
Meteney pants as he is swiftly lifted back to his feet. "Ah! Thank you, large and imposing friends! You have done the legion a good deed today!" He will realize that he feels a few pounds lighter, look around and sigh in relief as he goes to pick up his sword. It's a bit comical, looking at it. It's at least two feet taller that the gnome, yet he holds it over his shoulder like it weighs nothing.
"You're strong," Ealoth says rather matter-of-factly to the gnome. "What do you call yourself? I am called Ealoth."
Menetey stands at attention, saluting Ealoth. "I am Menetey! Proud swordsman of the Boros Legion! And I am here to help...whatever I am here to help!"
Slag would look up to the loxodon and his eyes would brighten a bit. "Boy your a big fella arn't ya! yeah I am alright. Just got a few reminders of my early days with the Izzet League! I started out testing some of the more... unstable and dangerous spells and equipment! Very important work! Most the technicians don't survive long enough to report their findings!" The warforged would say as what appears to be a tiny flame flickers for a moment from inside his mouth.
(OOC: so I am taking advantage of my magical tinkering to try to add different effects to Slag like the glowing eyes and electricity sparking from his hand and small flickering. I want to give off the impression that you think Slag could explode at just about any moment. Life in the Izzet League has been hard for him lol)
Imbue a Tiny nonmagical object with a magical property of your choice: 5ft. radius light, up to 6 second long recorded message, emits odor or nonverbal sound, static visual effect including up to 25 words of text. You can affect a maximum of 3 objects at a time.
I think Evl might be afk, I might just start now and he can pop up later
Light rain begins to patter on the cobblestones as the sun sets behind the spires and towers of the city. You see a male vedalken in well-tailored clothes approach your group from around the side of the prison. His deep blue face bears a gentle but concerned expression. He raises his hand to hail you and speaks in a low tone as his eyes take in your group and the nearby environs. “Are you here to help us find something?”
Ealoth nods understandably. "They do like their experiments. Did you happen to be one of those as well," he says as he glances at the sparks. The loxodon's deep voice seems to rumble as he speaks.
Menetey will dash over to the vedalken, and salute. "Indeed we are, tall and well-dressed citizen! But... may I ask, what that something is?"
Turf looks at the message and gets his out too, "The names Turf." He seems to give an approving look at Ealoth, with a disapproving look at Slag
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
"Ah, nice to meet you, Turf, Slag, Menetey, Ealoth"
He hands you a dossier of a smug, tough-looking male goblin on it.
“We have need of your particular skills to assist in the retrieval of a convict who got loose just before sunrise this morning. He escaped during his transfer to Udzec, a maximum-security prison where he would have spent the rest of his days. His name is Krenko. He’s the boss of a large gang of goblins that operates around Foundry Street. He was apprehended to answer for a long list of crimes, including murder. He allegedly incited a riot that led to the deaths of a guard and two inmates at this prison a week ago. The warden decided enough was enough and put through his transfer. Krenko has made a lot of enemies, but the Shattergang Brothers are his biggest threat. They’re a rival goblin gang specializing in illicit weapons, and they want Krenko dead in reprisal for the murder of one of their lieutenants. The dead lieutenant also happens to be the youngest of the three siblings that run the gang. They’ll tear apart the neighborhood to find him once they know he has escaped. Normally, we’d let the Azorius deal with this situation, but we suspect that Krenko might have had help from one of the other guilds when he escaped. We are enlisting others to investigate that connection, as it could point to a bigger problem. We need you to track down Krenko and bring him back alive. Then we can interrogate him and keep him off the streets for good. I am prepared to give you ten gold right now to cover any expenses you might incur during your investigation. Upon delivery of the criminal, you’ll receive one hundred gold and my gratitude, which I will convey to your guild leaders. Under no circumstances should you attempt to question Krenko yourselves.”