War of the Cold Iron Throne IC

[GrandDukeJerot]

It's been a long hard day in Valaria, the jewel of the seam fueled Al Lande empire. From sunup to sundown, the day shift has been taking care of each and every flightcraft that makes it's way here. Some bring travelers or tourists who come to see the rich and glorious history of the empire. Some bring scholars, come to study the intricate workings of Advanced Steam Engineering at the world renowned Valarian Academy. But most importantly, supplies are brought in to the thriving port city.

Tons upon tons of raw materials come in each day. Iron from Walrussia. Purified water from inland springs for boiler materials. Gold, Ivory, and ancient artifacts from the Afric. A man can earn a good day's pay on the docks moving these valuables. Most of these dock workers spend their hard earned pay on imports; mostly fine whiskies brought in from Al Reich and other brews imported from Afric. And the best place to find these poisons: The Jolly Shocker

It's a rough and tumble place, popular with any hard working man in Valaria. It doesn't help that it supports a thriving underground crime business, but that's all in the back room. It's so popular with the dockworkers that the bar has managed to evade most of the officials who would attempt to shut them down.

For one reason or another, you are in The Jolly Shocker. Look around the room and see what you find.

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Roll a Awareness check in the OOC Thread. I'll PM each person the results individually.

[Townopolis]

Mark and Jacob had their usual places that night, two stools at the bar, a plate of food each and a drink to go with. This night, they were splitting a bottle of whiskey between them and trading dirty jokes and stories. All in all, a usual evening after Jacob got off shift.

Jacob leaned on the bar, resting one forearm on the coarse wood plank. He was a large man, almost as large as they got; All the Norman brothers were. Broad shoulders, thick arms, and legs to match. Jacob wore a simple short-sleeved shirt and trousers kept up with suspenders and a belt both. Tucked into sturdy, ankle topping boots was his trusty knife, a short length of quality steel with a scrimshaw handle, the work of a fisherman killing time by the hearth. The specific fisherman in question being Harold Norman. Tucked into Jacob's belt was the tool of his trade, a simple and standard longshoreman's hook.

Mark was the smallest of the Norman brothers, more lank and lean than the others, and taller. While Jacob had a face like an honest brick, Mark's face was angular, almost chiseled, and his nose poked out at an odd angle rather than going straight down from his brow.

Jacob scratched an itch, mussing the very short muss of hair on his scalp, a thick black crown trimmed long before it could reach his eyes or shoulders, and poked at the grits on his plate. Seeing his younger brother browsing the crowd with slitted eyes, Jacob craned his head around to get a look at the room, wondering if Mark was looking for something in particular, or just combing for loose blouses.

[WillWolf]

Teeth sat back in the shadows. This wasn't his city and he was on the limb, and whilst this place was probably combed fairly regularly for his ilk: gang runaways. However, he was more interested in getting a good fashioned drink; and wasn't exactly thinking about being sensible. Being sensible was not his strong suit anyway.

So Teeth drank a fine quality whiskey, finer than most whiskeys he had ever drank, and looked out from his corner with steely dark eyes. The lamp light flared on him from time to time, giving the impression of a spirit come again with his ghostly white skin and greasy, black hair, cropped in much the same matter as most sailors. Himself, was however a good head shorter than most men, but broad shouldered and strong as a good ox.

He rubbed his neck and maw to confirm his suspicion of stubble, but perhaps he would keep it and try to grow a beard so as to throw off any wood-be trackers looking for a man with a baby face. He smiled, besides he kind of liked the idea of having a bit more of a beard.

So he wore his gray pants, gray overcoat, and white shirt underneath with his black bowler's hat, and kept an eye out for interesting things or people who might be too interested in him.

[Statistikx]

Rodney walks into The Jolly Shocker, and takes himself a seat at an empty table. He orders two drinks, Coffee, black, and a glass of whiskey. Sipping on the coffee, he looks around surveying the room, as to who would make a fun fight, or who could provide a job to make him a little cash.

[ForzaFiori]

Jonathan strolls into the Jolly Shocker, looking for somewhere to burn his most recent paycheck. He sits at a table in the center of the bar, and orders a large glass of whiskey, before sitting back and surveying the area.

[pingcode20]

Alphonse sat listlessly at a table in the corner, the other patrons giving him a wide berth as he meticulously twisted another screw into place.

Good.

He preferred it that way. Less distractions.

The beer was getting warm, but that didn't matter. The university gave him a stipend every month for whatever he wanted. Something about first-look rights. What mattered was that he had enough money to buy parts and crushed up little bits of coal and copper wire for his projects. When he was done, he took them to the university and gave it to them, and they gave him a pouch of money, which he used to buy more parts.

This one was almost done.

[GrandDukeJerot]

Suddenly, the door breaks down, and Port Officers flow in through the entry. One in particular (with an especially shiny badge) takes the lead.

All right! He yells All of you ugly mugs are coming with me! Valaria's mayor just granted me a warrant to clean up this sorry joint!

Well, as you can imagine, this doesn't go well with the clientèle. Chaos ensues as it breaks out into all out brawl. Drunkards and valliant keepers of the peace are duking it all about The Jolly Shocker. There's about five unengaged officers, including the leader who are guarding the door. If you want to escape freely, you'll have to get through them.

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Roll reflexes for combat order, if you want to fight your way out. If for some reason, you've got a different idea, tell me what you want to try in the OOC thread, and I'll tell you what the Dice Challenge Level will be

[pingcode20]

Alphonse Bontecou
The men around started shouting, and fighting with the men in blue. One of them shouted about going with him. He could work through this, but with all this ruckus his latest work could get damaged.

Without a word, he swept the bits and pieces strewn across the table into his bag and silently walked towards the door, stopping next to the one with the badge, continuing to make adjustments to his device.

He saw no reason to disobey. After all, he had nothing to hide, and all these people who were fighting must have done something wrong to disobey the police.

[Townopolis]

Jacob swears as the copper buttons break into the joint and immediately start making trouble. He takes a long look around the place to absorb the situation and ponder his choices, then looks at Mark to see what his little brother is going to do. Barring any move on Mark's part, Jacob determines to stay seated as long as possible and enjoy his food and drink until it quiets down enough for him to go home. He shows no inclination to lift a finger in defense of or against the law enforcement, he just pours himself another shot of whiskey and downs it before taking another bite of food.

[ForzaFiori]

Jonathan continues to eat, placing large amounts of faith in his employer, who has gotten him out of trouble before. He makes himself breath evenly and calmly, acting as though nothing is wrong. If someone goes to take out the guards at the doors however, Jonathan will be quick to get through them.

[WillWolf]

Teeth:

A fight, now usually Teeth would be in a fight, like white on rice, but consididering how the idea of getting caught and sent to a jail ... a jail that might have a croney or two of his former gang in it, scared the living daylight out of him. Thus, Teeth calmly and carefully took himself up, dodged any stray problems, and walked slowly, but still passed the fiddling bird-like man, and went up to the police force. He looked them in the eye and said the first thing that came into his mind:

""My friend here," he pointed to the man with the gizmo, "is a very important person ... with very important friends. Friends with access to your accounts, and I think it is best you let us through, sir." He hoped that the bird-like man would play along, no, he prayed that he would play along. All he had to do was stay silent.

[pingcode20]

Alphonse Bontecou
Alphonse thought he heard someone talking about him, and looked up a little. A man with a lot of teeth was talking to the guard. Something about him being important and letting the two of them out.

Deciding it was prudent to remain silent, he keeps working on the little whatsit he held in his hands, using a pen-like thing to pour finely ground up coal into the boiler.

[GrandDukeJerot]

The lead officer makes an ugly face. I really shouldn't be letting anyone out of here. But he paused, mulling over the light threat posed by the toothy man. But if yer as important as he says ye are, I really don't want that kinda fiasco on my hands. He turns back towards the door. Men! Let them through!

The doors open before you as the chaos continues to erupt in volatile manners all across the room. So volatile, in fact, that the fights spread to the onlookers as patrons and officers alike slam into the tables of Jonathan and Jacob and Mark.

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Jacob and Jonathan, roll a reflexes roll in the OOC. If you fail, you're entangled in the combat and have to fight either an officer or a patron

[Statistikx]

Rodney "Ricochet" Stein

Rodney looks at the growing fight, and takes a quick step to a window. He raises his mechanical arm, completely smashes out the window, and makes a quick escape into the alleyway beyond.

[Townopolis]

Jacob Norman

Jacob flinches to one side while spearing some food with his fork, allowing a patron to slam into the bar beside him. Then, while biting said food off his fork, he flinches the other way to avoid a pair of grabbing hands.

As the fight rages around him, Jacob slowly chews his food and swallows, then takes another bite and washes it down with a swig of whiskey taken straight from the bottle.

[WillWolf]

Teeth:

Teeth smiled, and said, "thank you sir," and walked out the door, sighing as soon as he saw no more guards. He decided that rather than run off into the wild blue that he would wait for the odd bird-like man to leave and thank him for playing along with his little scheme.

[ForzaFiori]

Jonathan stands up as the people come near him. Hey, I don't want a fight! Keep your fisticuffs to yourselves. he says, and he goes and stands next to the guard. Hey, I noticed you let those guys out. Whats up with that? Cause I"m kinda late for an important appointment with Alex Lasse, my employer. Maybe you've heard of him? He runs the Museum of Afric Artifacts. Anyway I can get out so I can keep my job?

[pingcode20]

Alphonse Bontecou
Alphonse shuffles out with Teeth, looking up from his work to appraise the toothy man.

In the better light, it was more obvious that his 'gizmo' appeared to be a little clockwork doll with a boiler on the back. Thinking it more prudent to wait to be spoken to first, Alphonse swept his eyes over the man's face, taking special notice of his distinctive grin.

[GrandDukeJerot]

The officer makes an ugly face at Jonathan's request, but obliges Aw, fine! Just get the hell out of here, or I'll have yer boots for brekfist! It's quite obvious that the port officer is little more than a dog on a leash and has no real authority here. Makes you wonder why they sent him in to shut down the pub.

[WillWolf]

Teeth:

Teeth smiled as he made a toothy grin and then turned around about three minutes after they left the pub; truthfully, he barely noticed the little clockwork doll, that sort of stuff was not his favorite thing to work on, except to smash when he got really, really peeved off.

Teeth after glancing from side to side, turned around, and held out his hand with a degree of savvyness, and said: "Thanks mate, I didn't want to tangle with no forces today. The name's Teeth."

[pingcode20]

Alphonse Bontecou
Alphonse wipes his grime-ridden right hand on his overalls, and shakes Teeth's hand. The name struck him as appropriate.

"Alphonse. Alphonse Bontecou." he replies, glancing only momentarily from his work.

"Why did you decide to lie to the guards?" he asked, now that the guards were out of earshot.

[ForzaFiori]

Jonathan turns down the street headed for his house. This was not what I signed up for. he muttered. Theft? sure. Exploring Afric? sounds good. Shaken down by cops? I think not.

[WillWolf]

Teeth:

Teeth smiled, though he was facing straight ahead and said, "I'm an innocent man. Don't want to waste the coppers time with an innocent man right?"

He sighed though. He really wanted a good drink.

"Hey, for being a good sport. Why don't I take you for a drink somewhere--my treat."