Ankh-Morpork Ombudsmen

[Zyks]

Valkyn

Anyone have any ideas where to start? contacts or anything? Just heading north west and trying to find the blackwater gang seems a bit... vague. We could do with stuff to go on first, like knowing what we're dealing with.

[Colt]

"How about we approach this from 2 ways. Valkyn, and the Igor can check the more reputable places, the guard, maybe some high end hangouts. Hermaphrodite and I will go check at the Mended Drum and any other places we can think of. Meet back here tonight."

[Benejeseret]

Valkyn and the Igor

You make your way to the main Watchhouse, and seek out the front desk. The young Sargent is a clean shaven towny with too much paperwork and a half-eaten dribbler's pie on his desk. On of those sort.

He is mostly indifferent to your rank and affiliations but offers to redirect you the best he can.

(here is where you try rolls or RP the situation to get information, contacts, files, people or whatever you believe might help your hunt.)



Hematite and Grax

You head into the seedier parts of town. Which brings you to the park with all its trees and gardens. Eventually you make it past all that and get to the rougher area. There are more side-streets here than streets. To the left is the Mended Drum, while outside are a few urchins.

(Open to see where you take this)

[The Maverick]

Hematite walks up to one of the urchins, "Hey dere fella! Me and my pal here", he gestures to Grax, "we were just passin through da area and we decided we wanted ourselves a drink!" He suddenly leans in close and continues in a whisper, looking back at Grax occasionally, "But y'see, my friend gets kinda rowdy when he's had one too many drinks in 'im, and I'm tryin to avoid what happened to us de last time we went out drinkin." Hematite shakes his head sadly, "Dat poor bugger he hit wid dat table never got back up off da floor... So I was wondrin, you see any rougher types walk into da place tonight? Y'know, ganger types, theifer types, or dose seedy types you think might be da kind dat traffic in "goods" dat ain't so lawful?"

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Here's a bluff check if I need it. (1d20+4)[13]

[Colt]

Grax tries to help in this charade by looking as nasty as possible.

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Intimidate (1d20+3)[13]

[Benejeseret]

Grax and Hematite

The dichotomy of the situation seems to much for the urchin. As his mind struggles to work out the fight between his eyes and his ears, the left of him is left to accept the talkative troll and little brute.

"Y'y'es sir, m'mister troll sir." the urchin struggles to keep the dangerous gnome in line of sight without ever looking at him, "the Skylarks have been known to hang out inside, s'sir." With what little good sense remains in the lad gets his feet going and he flees the strange pair to find his priest, and his mother, and a stiff drink in that order.

[Zyks]

Valkyn

Good day to you Sargent, we're the ombudsmen for the mechants guild, and we're out looking for our next... err... client you might say. If the watch could help out we would be most grateful. We could use any information you may have on Theor H'Rashin, and if thats too specific, perhaps the blackwater gang. Maybe the watch would help us with our enquiries for a change eh?

He smiles, trying to look like a best mate who could use a favour.

[Benejeseret]

"Well if ye ain't gotta complaint then I ain't tha one ye want. Try Quagmire over in the hall a records. It's just down the stairs and to tha left."

The worn stairs lead you do a dry and dusty basement. Along the left wall sits an old plaque, no longer hanging, but resting near the boards of the floor. It reads "Hall of Records". Across the hall is the second and only other room down here. This one is in slightly better repair and reads "Evidence."

Walking into the Hall of Records gives a slightly distorted feeling crossing the threshold. You find yourselves among a very, very long line of bookshelves and small cabinets filed to the brim and overflowing with stacks of reports.

[Colt]

Grax

"Well, that worked. Good idea. Now, let's see if there's anyone inside." says Grax, as he heads for the bar door.

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Spot (Inside) (1d20+1)[20]

[The Maverick]

Hematite walks behind Grax as they head toward the door, "Yeah, a couple-a thugs don't sound too bad.

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Spot Check: (1d20+2)[6]

[Benejeseret]

Hematite and Grax

Inside the pub is busy but hardly full. The large front room has some ten to fifteen various parties strewn about the thick, oak tables. To your left stretches a raised bar and behind it a row of propped up kegs. This is where Hematite looses track, as a angulated and shapely pile of granite is leaning against the wooden bar - which is bowing slightly under the strain. The female troll is wearing a short pleated steel short skirt and cocktail dress. She has clearly had a boulder job.

Grax, preferring the softer sort, hardly notices the dolled up waitress and scans the room. The dwarf behind the bar is filling steel gilded mugs and placing them on a large serving tray (and for a one tonne waitress it is a LARGE tray). Nearly 10 mugs are already on it and it seems he has a few more to go. The crowd in this room however are all drinking out of carved wood mugs and seem disinterested in the bar-dwarf's business.

Near the rear of this room is a small door, a polished dark oak matching everything else in the bar, that is currently closed. A thin man leans against the wall beside the door frame, one legs propped up behind him.

[Colt]

Leaning towards Hematite, Grax whispers, "We want to try intimidating everyone to see if they know anything? Maybe pretend we're from some other gang that's looking for the Blackwaters? This type doesn't look like they'll just tell us if we ask nicely."

[Zyks]

Valkyn

Vlakyn glances across at the room of evidence efore heading into the records room/

Perhaps theres something of use in there? but I guess as a visitor we aren't allowed in there

Wow. Well it'd take forever to find anything we need in here, though I'm sure it'll be here somewhere. Hello? Mr. Quagmire are you here? we could use a hand and the sergeant at the front desk directed us here.

[The Maverick]

Still staring at the (by Troll standards) attractive waitress, Hematite waves his hand at Grax and mutters, "Uh, yeah, dat sounds fine ta me. You see anybody you wanna start wit'?" His inner rogue kicks in for a brief moment causing him to look away from the waitress and add, "Oh and if we're gonna go wiv' dat plan we're gonna need ta pick a legit soundin' gang name."

[Benejeseret]

Valkyn

Your voice drifts endlessly into the recesses of the stuffy basement room.

"And what do you seek?" A voice at your elbow startles both of you. Likely from around a shelf the keeper of records seems to have appeared suddenly behind you. He is a squat, aged man with thick glasses and a gnarled walking cane.

[Colt]

Grax

"I vote we simply walk in and try to intimidate them into telling us. It worked for the last guy." Grax proposes, "Call ourselves the Crunchers or something. Demand that they tell us anything they know about the Blackwater Gang."

Assuming Hematite is fine with this, Grax kicks open the door with the troll behind him and yells "O'kay people, we're the Crunchers, and we looking for the Blackwater gang. They're on our turf, and we don't take too kindly to that. Tell us where they are."

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Intimidate (1d20+3)[21]

[Benejeseret]

The look-out leaning against the door frame takes a draw of ale just as Grax struts by his ankle. The first indication of anything amiss comes with the wooded crack! as the door smashes open. He spews ale and foam out his nose in surprise...and nearly wets himself.

Inside the room twelve rough but lithe gang members are startled by your sudden outburst. Thud figures fly off a board, several drinks are dropped, and two whose chairs where once casually leaning find themselves flat on their backs. Even the gang leader, a thin, wispy woman of unusual beauty is rather intimidated by your entrance.

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Wow....to be honest I did not expect that, nor such good rolling...hehehe. Well, you have (1d6)[6] x10 minutes. During this time they will answer all your questions (as friendly) and grant you a bit of authority. They assume you have a very large gang outside/surrounding them. After the alloted time they are going to realize otherwise...and become Hostile.

Work your magic, but have a very thorough exit strategy.

I will post the answer to your first question soon, gotta run to work

[Zyks]

Valkyn

Woah! didnt see you there sir. We need some information, and the watch is our first port of call, you might say. We're the Ombudsmen for the merchants guild. If you have any information on one Theor H'Rashin, or if thats too specific, perhaps the blackwater gang, we would be most grateful for your help.

[The Maverick]

Hematite cracks a huge grin and unslings a rather large club off of his back, patting the rock head of the weapon in his free hand menacingly. "Aright, you heard 'im fellas! And lady," Hematite nods politely towards the woman. "Anyone wanna tell us when an' where we can find de Blackwaters or are we gonna have ta start askin' de hard way!?"

[Benejeseret]

Grax and Hematite
"Ah....the Blackwater? Ya, OK," the riled speaker nearest the door glanced back to the airy woman, "Ya, those vermin and us are in a turf war too see, only they care nuthin' bout the streets. They're all underfoot see."

"If it weren't fer the smell you'd never know those dirty Hobgoblins were about at all." Another man pipes up while righting his chair. "Right nasty lot ain't they...but you seem ta be doin alright hehe...ha," he laughs awkwardly to hide his fear. Any gang with the power and cahoonas to smash right into SkyLark territory like they's owns the place must be scary folk indeed.


Valkyn

"Ah, yes, the name seems familair," the elder waddles off and returns with a thick file. He offers you a nearby desk, "criminal files are public here at the Watch...but I am afraid they cannot leave this archive, please have a seat."

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[Colt]

Grax

"You mean they're underfoot? Don't speak in riddles. We don't like riddles. And we don't like having out time wasted."

[Benejeseret]

Huh...oh, right. They are UNDER our feet, skulking around the sewers. Never catch us there, no sir.

[Colt]

Grax

Grax looks at Hematite and says, "Got anything you want to know, Rocky?"

[The Maverick]

Hematite leans his head to one side and stares at the talkative SkyLark, "Yeah... if dese punks are runnin' around in de sewers, dey gotta come up to get food an' stuff somewhere. Any idea were dat might be Mr. Helpful?"

[Benejeseret]

"Uh, nah mate. If we knew where thems come up fer air we'd had ran em off long ago eh?"

[Colt]

"Weeel then, we will look for where they're coming up. Thank you for your help, we will be heading off. Thank you for the help. We may be back later." Grax then turns and heads out the door, motioning for Hematite to follow him. Once outside, he yells "Ok guys, you can head out guys. We got the info." Before heading off back to the base to wait for the others, assuming Hematite doesn't have any other ideas.

[The Maverick]

As they leave Hematite shouts back to the SkyLarks over his shoulder, "Back to yer drinks folks. I don't wanna see anybody followin' us you got me? Oderwise de Watch is gonna be cleanin' what's left of yer gang off de walls."

[Benejeseret]

As you head out the door you can hear tables being dragged across the floor and a lot of commotion from back inside. It seems they have barricaded themselves inside.




(you have roughly 40min until they start to see through your ruse and then will become Hostile. They will try and track you down for a few days, and will be hostile if you ever meet again)