Last time, you ran from a wizard, pissed off a god, rode a unicorn, played some cards in the Neon Elvii Casino and planned for a coup and a robbery. You are the junior partner of a Faerie Lady who goes by the name of Gwynn and an ex-thief. Not so much on the ex-, apparently, as you are going to meet up with some of the bosses of the Las Vegas outfit and maybe burglar some locale. That is where the first thread ended- you and Gwynn on the way to a certain establishment of legitimate business.Housekeeping: The pastebins of this quest:Mundane Feats and Core Mechanics: http://pastebin.com/tuFvxg4MFaerie Pacts and Spells: http://pastebin.com/Qmqr4mKkCharacter Sheet: http://pastebin.com/sP1Xymp2All of the pastebins will be updated between games.The Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Urban%20Warlock%20QuestThe Twitter: @DeadQMSo, I'm back in the saddle. Love me some weekly quests, but I'll be travelling between 11th and 21st. I'll run an extra quest before or after to make up for it. Follow the twitter for exact times. You are Mark Blaine. You know a few simple illusions and you have a fairly neutral relationship with Gwynn. You own one ragged business suit and around $300. And you are wearing sunglasses indoors. You leave the Neon Elvii Hotel and are out on the street. While the Strip might not ever sleep, you are not quite on the main super-highway of entertainment, so the morning feels dry, hot and strangely quiet. You check the address on your phone, and find that the place you'll be meeting the fence will be a mattress store. Figures, that's the sort of place that only exists to launder money, or to 'go legit' when you don't really want to. It is a twenty minute drive away. >Call an Uber>Walk. You've got the time. >Might as well exploit the whole Fey Pact thing. Ask Gwynn for... transportation. >Steal a car. With your face-changing it's a breeze.
>>48670599>Call an Uber
Screw it. There is no need to do anything weird when you can have a car in- you check- less than two minutes. The future is a strange place to live in, but you appreciate it.'Shall I call for him?' Gwynn asks. 'Who?' 'The unicorn, of course. Poor grammar is unbecoming, Mark.' 'No, I've got a car coming.' 'Do you trust the driver?' 'Sure. I don't know who they are. They don't know me. Perfect trust.' 'What is the meaning of this?' 'It's a technology thing. It's safe enough, and pretty close to anonymous, unless the feds get involved.' 'I do no-' 'Must be them,' you say, pointing at a relatively nice looking car, 'hope they've got AC.' Gwynn looks like she disapproves, but follows you to the European sedan. The driver is a Middle-Eastern man, he smiles and welcomes you to his car. 'Address?' You give it to him. 'Hello guys, what brings you to town? Rolling the bones? Having fun?' >Engage in the bare minimum polite small-talk>Get to know your driver>Ask him to stay quiet>Other
>>48670828>Engage in the bare minimum polite small-talk
>>48670828>>Engage in the bare minimum polite small-talk
>>48670828>Engage in the bare minimum polite small-talkJust pretend we're a tourist
'Haha, yeah, quite the city,' 'Fucking crazy city, no? Fucking crazy, but good crazy, right?' 'I sure know what you mean.' You start driving. You move further and further away from the city center, and soon enough the playground of America becomes one more desert suburb, focused around a small core of diners and shops. You drive by, grunting in agreement to whatever your driver says, and in some twenty five minutes you reach the store. Fucking hell, but it couldn't be any more obvious. The building is run down to all hell, and the supposed merchandise consists of half a dozen matresses, in a pile on the far left corner. You see this from the outside, as the walls are made of glass, and you know that'd make it impossible to survive without the AC on full blast. It's an absurd building. 'So, friend, you sure this is the right place?' 'We're supposed to meet some friends here, don't worry about it.' 'No skin off my neck, yes? Okay, money is transferred, call me if you need a ride, okay?' 'Sure, man.' You and Gwynn are left on the side-walk. 'You have been quite quiet.' 'Oh? I apologize, mortal child, I do not think I could have hidden my reaction if I spoke.' 'Your reaction to what?' 'You didn't notice? That driver did not have a pulse. Humans, really, I truly do try to not be racist, but-' 'Any sentence with 'racist, but' in it makes you a racist butt,' 'Don't be childish,' >'Seriously though, what do you mean about the driver?' >'Fine, let us see if we can meet the local creme de crime.' >'I don't like the vibe of this place, let's leave.' >Other
>>48670950>'Seriously though, what do you mean about the driver?' >'Fine, let us see if we can meet the local creme de crime.'
'Are you fucking with me, seriously?' 'What? About the driver? No, he definitely had no pulse.' 'Are there any other normal mortals in this state beside me?' 'Technically, Mark, you are no longer a 'normal' mortal yourself.' 'Right, so what does no pulse mean?' 'Most reasonable guess is that he's dead.' 'Wow. Thanks.''Don't go sarcastic on me, child, there are plenty of dead things walking about. Vampires, zombies, Master Ash, and many stranger things besides.' 'You think he was a vampire?' 'Maybe. Sun is not good for them, but he never did leave the car. Seems insanely risky to be in that line of work, but insanity can happen to anybody.' 'Shit, is there anything from the storybooks that doesn't fucking exist?' 'Leprechauns. There is definitely no such thing as leprechauns.' 'Great. Shall we go buy a mattress, Gwynn?' 'After you, my Mark.' You enter the store. It seems empty, so you knock on the door from the inside. From behind the desk a scrawny, tall and young man stands up from sleeping on the floor. 'Who is i- Oh, shit, uh, like- Fuck, you folks wanna buy a mattress or something?' >'Yeah, we just moved into the neighborhood, our bed doesn't have one.' >'You haven't sold a mattress in your life, you know why I'm here.' >''Sup, man, you know Rick from Chicago? I'm his cousin. Know anyone that bowls in this town?'>Other
>>48671063>''Sup, man, you know Rick from Chicago? I'm his cousin. Know anyone that bowls in this town?'
'Nah, just checking in with a buddy of a buddy,' 'Buddy? Not sure I'm your buddy, pal.' 'Hey, man, Rick from Chicago, know him?' 'Maybe I do maybe I don't. What's he to ya?' the fence says. 'We bowled together,' you say. 'Why do you keep using that absurd code, Mark?' Gwynn says. 'Just being cautious,' you say. 'Cautious about what? The only other person here is the obvious criminal,' 'Bitch, be careful about who you call a criminal!' the fence says. 'Mark, can I-' Gwynn says. 'No!' you say. 'W-what? You afraid of a girl or something?' The fence says. 'Yeah. I'm a buddy of Ricks and I'm afraid of this Lady. Do you really think you should keep pushing it?' You say. 'Hey, man, I-' the fence says, '-Shit, look, I'm sorry, sir, ma'am, can we start this over?' 'For your sake, I heartily recommend it,' Gwynn says. 'So, where do I have to check off to get the permission to steal shit?' You say. 'Oh, you're like a BOWLER, fuck, man, respect,' the fence says. 'Yeah, so, care to answer my question? You know. Out of respect?' 'Oh, fuck, yeah, uh, the boss should actually be visiting today. Well, my boss. Should be enough if you ask him for permission.' >'When will he get here? We'll be back then.' >'You don't inspire fucking confidence. I think I'll just do it independently.' >'Fine, we'll wait.' [write-in any questions about the local outfit.]>Other
>>48671281>'When will he get here? We'll be back then.'
'When will he be here?' 'I don't really know man, he should be checking up on me today.' 'At some point? You call this organized crime?' 'Look, man, not all of us can be from Illinois. I'm here all day, so the boss doesn't have to rush, he gets here before the day is through.' 'Fucking hell, how does he handle walk-ins?' 'He doesn't really. Not a fan of outsiders.' 'So you've no fucking idea what time today he's going to be back?' 'No sir,' 'Fucking hell, kid. We'll come by in the afternoon, if he ain't here we're going indy.' 'Aw, man, c'mon, don't be like that, I don't want a trial,' 'Well, maybe you tell your boss he should be here at six o clock then,' You turn around to walk away, as the fence looks like he's about to shit his pants and break down crying in one single fluid motion. As you turn, however, his face brightens up. 'Oh! Dude, that guy's the boss,' he says, to a man turning down the street, walking towards this store. He is bald, between his late twenties and early forties, wearing shorts, an aloha shirt, and sandals, smoking a cigarette in a short holder.>Walk away. The operation is clearly a joke. >Approach as an equal, talk about co-operation. >Approach as a superior. Tell him what you're going to do and dare him to get in your way. >Approach from a position of respect. Give him your regards and ask for permission to do a job. >Other
>>48671429>Approach as an equal, talk about co-operation.
>>48671429>>Approach as a superior. Tell him what you're going to do and dare him to get in your way.
You dust yourself off. 'I guess I'll go to work then,' 'What role would you have me take on?' Gwynn says. 'Just be yourself. I'm not bowing to this guy, but he is the boss around these parts,' 'I shall employ restraint,' You turn to the entrance and wait for the owner of this establishment. As he enters you feel the scent of strong tobacco and just a note of quality weed. 'Who's this 'n?' the boss says. 'Mark Blaine, I am here from Chicago, on business.''I am Gwynn,' Gwynn says and curtsies. 'The business is mattresses. American dream! Bed to sleep on for every damned filthy one of us,' 'Your other business,' 'You a cop? 'Course you are! You want my ledger? You cannot get my ledger, you mud-bellied, beady-eyed pig,' 'Sir, I am sure we can come to an agreement,' you say. 'Agreement? What'dyou want?' he says, his face now inches away from yours. 'I would simply like to inform you that I will be carrying out an operation in this city,' 'Operation? You a surgeon? What are you asking a mattress merchant?' 'I'm going to be burglarizing someone. Just bringing the information to the people here that matter.' 'Fucking hell, you cannot just go around taking people's shit! We have a society going on! There is a whole thing of social construct, or what have you.' 'We assure you, we shall be quiet about it. You will not hear anything more from us,' 'Fucking foreigners. Why should I let you do it? Could just call the cops on you,' Roll 1d100, lower is better, roll under 30
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'Listen here, you thumb-sucking green-horned bastard, this is our town, I don't want any Canadian bastards taking shit from the people here,' the boss says. 'Boss, I mean, can't we give them a chance?' 'God damn it, Tim, they're bottom-feeding millenial scum, think they're entitled to everything! Get out of my store!' >Leave. It's not like they're ever going to catch you. >Kill this insane man, intimidate Timmy, they're the only ones that know you're here. You can work unimpeded then. >Ask Timmy who is his bosses' boss. Go above this crazy bastards head. >Let Gwynn resolve this situation as she wishes.>Other
>>48671885>>Let Gwynn resolve this situation as she wishes.Probably a bad idea but fuck this guy.
>>48671885>Let Gwynn resolve this situation as she wishes.
'Gwynn?' 'Yes, Mark?' 'Would you consider it a favor if I asked you to deal with this guy as you saw fit?' 'Oh, not at all. It would be my pleasure,' Gwynn says. 'Who's this? Your goddamned thug's a 120 pound chick?' the boss says. 'Barty James Winchester,' Gwynn says, and the boss freezes, 'Look into my eyes.' For such a small action, the intimidation factor is real goddamned high. 'What the hell, you fucking witch,' Bart says, but he sounds resigned, monotone. 'Listen to me, little man. Now, come over here,' Gwynn says. 'I ain't doing nothing you tell me,' Bart says, and starts walking towards Gwynn. Out of nowhere, Gwynn produces a silver spoon. Mostly a spoon. It is definitely sharper than any spoon you have seen. 'Keep your eyes open, Barty James Winchester,' she says, 'Lift your head up.' He does so. Slowly, Gwynn moves the silver spoon towards the right eye of Barty. 'What the fuck! What the fuck! Get away from me, you crazy bitch!' 'You never saw us. You never will see us again. I am just making sure.' Tim screams. He drops on his knees behind the counter. 'Oh man, oh man, I saw nothing, I saw nothing, I swear!' 'Imma kill you! You're dead! You're fucking dead!' >This is just about what you expected. Maybe she's bluffing. Let her proceed. >Stop her. >'Ready to deal yet, Barty?' >Other
>>48672019>>'Ready to deal yet, Barty?'Fair folk are hardcore.
>>48672019>>'Ready to deal yet, Barty?'
>>48672019>'Ready to deal yet, Barty?'
Quick question guysShould we doThat?
The spoon keeps moving in infinitesimal increments. By now, any mortal's hand might twitch, stabbing the eye by accident. Lucky Gwynn's no mortal. Lucky for Bart, anyways. 'So, Barty, ready to deal yet?' 'Get this crazy bitch away from me,' 'Barty, you sure you should be insulting Gwynn?' 'God damn you people, what the fuck is wrong with you?' the spoon touches the lower eye-lid of Barty's. He starts screaming. 'Would you hold on for a moment, Gwynn?' 'I really do not want to,' Gwynn says. She's smiling. Aaand she sounds a little turned on. 'Barty, did you hear that, the Lady doesn't want to stop.' 'Yes! Fuck! Yes! Whatever! Do what you want! Ain't my place to refuse you, right? Fuck!' Barty says. And just like that Gwynn is standing next to you, calm and unarmed. It is as if none of this ever happened, but for the tiny half-moon cut on Barty's eye-lid. 'Fuck, so what do you want from me?' >'I was just trying to make friends here, you're the one that was being impolite. Can I meet with the bosses, pay my respects and see what's what around these parts?' >'Tell your bosses we'll be operating in this area, don't get in our way. We know where you live.' >'I need a crew for the job. Any recommendations?' >Other
>>48672163>'I was just trying to make friends here, you're the one that was being impolite. Can I meet with the bosses, pay my respects and see what's what around these parts?'
>>48672163>>'Tell your bosses we'll be operating in this area, don't get in our way. We know where you live.'
>>48672163>>'I was just trying to make friends here, you're the one that was being impolite. Can I meet with the bosses, pay my respects and see what's what around these parts?'
>>48672163>'Tell your bosses we'll be operating in this area, don't get in our way. We know where you live.'
'Look, Barty, we came here trying to make friends, right?' 'Your b-, your fucking lady tried to scoop my fucking eye out,' 'After you were thoroughly impolite towards us. Seriously, though, I just want to make friends. Where can I meet up with the leadership of the local amateur re-possessor club?' 'Fuck, man, I'll give you an address, be there at six,' 'If you fuck us, we will kill you before we go down, I swear this to you, Barty James Winchester,' Gwynn says. 'Ooh, she takes her vows seriously. I'd take it to heart if I was you.' 'Fine! Hell, see you folks at six.' >Leave, go shopping. >Leave, go gambling. >Leave, go drinking. >Talk to Timmy. >Other.
>>48672329>>Leave, go shopping. We gambled last night, Don't want to push our luck too much
>>48672329>>Leave, go shopping.We got some cash? Let's get some duds and step proper
>>48672329>Leave, go shopping.
You walk out. You're trying to not look over the shoulder. This could be really dangerous, intimidation makes enemies. Gwynn might not care about a couple of monkeys holding a grudge for a couple of decades, but you know that Barty will try to kill you sooner or later. Gwynn too, but he'll definitely fail at that. Oh fuck it. 'Gwynn, let's go shopping.' 'Oh, good. You look absolutely dreadful.' 'Come on, the suit makes me look ruggedly handsome,' 'It makes you look like a vagrant, my Mark,''It's not like we can buy anything fancy on $300,' 'That is a great shame. Well, it will be something to pass the time.' You get an Uber back, making extra certain that this time the driver is a mortal, and find yourself in a shopping center less than half an hour later. After the day's travelling you have $270 left. >Do some pick-pocketing to boost your funds. >Shop for clothes within your means. >Try to shop-lift something [write-in] >Other
>>48672429>Shop for clothes within your means.
>>48672429>>Do some pick-pocketing to boost your funds.
>>48672429>>Shop for clothes within your means.
>>48672429>Do some pick-pocketing to boost your funds.
>>48672429>>Do some pick-pocketing to boost your funds.Soma extra cash can't hurt
Roll for that thievery1d100 Roll under 50
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You are just too good at this. Shopping malls are also the ideal place for it. you make $ 80 more from cautiously lifting wallets and employing your patented lift-and-release method to make sure no-one even notices that any of their money was taken. 'Mark, please, let me pick out your clothes.' >'Go right ahead. I do not much care for this crap anyways.' >'Nah, I've got this.' >'We're not buying clothes.' [write-in what you ARE buying.] >Other
>>48672592>>'Go right ahead. I do not much care for this crap anyways.'I have veto power on anything too stupid looking.
>>48672592>'Go right ahead. I do not much care for this crap anyways.'
>>48672592>>'Go right ahead. I do not much care for this crap anyways.'
'Can it not be stupid?' 'Darling, the purpose of clothes is to stand out,' 'Gwynn, I don't want to look like a clown,' 'Fine.' Gwynn says, clearly disappointed. Even then you have to veto a purple leopard print jacket, and another jacket that is leather and rhine-stone. In the end you feel that you managed to come out fairly sane looking, if perhaps a little more colorful than you might choose for yourself. You also do not quite understand the purpose of the light scarf, but you cannot deny that it kind of suits you. In the end you look like someone off a fashion show cat-walk, grey jacket and trousers, purple shirt and snake-skin shoes. You'd feared that shopping on Gwynn's idea of a budget would leave you broke, but you still have $180 left after you're done. [Progress to relationship increase with Gwynn 1/3] 'You look very nearly presentable. Let us get you a haircut and a shave.' 'My haircut's fine. I'll shave back in the room.' 'Oh, fine.' >Spend some more money here [write-in]>Replace some part of the outfit Gwynn bought you. >Have some lunch. >People-watch for a while>Other
>>48672686>>People-watch for a whileAsk about the kind of deals she would offer to some people. What/how we can facilitate
You sit down next to the escalator. 'Ice cream?' you say. 'Oh yes,' Gwynn says, and you buy her one. This city makes no fucking sense. It is like no one actually lives here. It sometimes takes you minutes to hear any English, or any Spanish for that matter. The clothes, the colors, the degrees of wealth, it seems like the whole world is in here. 'So, about our deal.''What do you wish to know, child?' 'What exactly do you want?' 'Was I not clear the first time?' 'Couldn't you explain it more clearly?' 'Would you be ready to actually begin working towards it?' 'Do you want to just sit here exchanging questions?' 'Do you?' 'Could you just answer the question, please?The way she eats the ice-cream is a little weird. It doesn't melt, and she doesn't care for the cold. She bites it, but manages to remain elegant while doing so. 'Oh, fine. You must seal deals on behalf of my court, but you knew that already. Now, to some extent, we will fulfill the contracts to the best of our ability, but you are expected to do as much as you can as well. It doesn't really matter who you do it to, what does matter is the type of the deal you make. We want years of life, we want suffering, we want sorrowful, tragic choices. You should start slow. Try asking for money for small miracles. Maybe a drop of blood for a nightmare sent. These are useless to us, but you need to prove your loyalty before we can trust you with higher magics,' 'So, it cannot be anything, y'know, fair?' 'We do not like fair, but you could get rather far while dealing in decently good faith. Our greatest mysteries are restricted to those that think like us,' 'So, what, do I just walk out and ask for money for the fair folk?' 'It'd do. It'd also be absurdly gauche. I wouldn't think much of you if you did something so brutish, but the rules would require that I share' 'What would you like then?' 'I do not much care, so long as you are clever' >Inquire further [specify]>Ask something else [write-in]
>>48672887Would a deal with somebody who helps us with the job count as advancing the cause of the Courts seeing as it helps us stay ahead of the king?
'So, if I asked someone to help us on one of our jobs, would that count as a deal? It could be helping the courts keep me alive,' 'Ah, that would depend on quite a few technicalities. For one, it cannot be done for friendship or for money. We do not care for either of those, and cannot make deals involving them. For another, they would have to be in my service, not yours, they would have to obey my commands without question, and yours only when I approve of it. Finally, there must be real risk to their person, liberty or resources.' 'That makes no sense. The results are the same,' 'I could not care less about the results. I care about the deals. And a little about the mayhem they might cause.' 'Crazy fucking faeries,' To that, Gwynn merely smiles. >That's enough chatter. You still have a few hours to waste. [Write-in to do something specific, or to fast-forward to the meeting.]>More questions
>>48673005>>More questionsJust as a point of clarification, what would you consider "small miracles" because I think we might have differing perspectives on this. Like a day or good luck or what?
>>48673118>That's enough chatter. You still have a few hours to waste. [Write-in to do something specific, or to fast-forward to the meeting.]Make sure we have all the equipment we need for thieving maybe get us a weapon for when things go south on us.also do we still have our shades for wearing at night and indoors?
'You mentioned small miracles earlier. What do you mean by that?' 'Oh, nothing much. The small bits of magic you can do already. A little bit of surface mind-reading. Some faerie gold that disappears in twenty minutes. That sort of thing,' 'So, you'd accept money in exchange for those?' 'I do not care for money, but we do need it, ultimately. We own quite a bit of land, and we do need to maintain it, so we do make some deals for money.' 'Like what?' 'Oh, most of the time we take it in increments of entire fortunes, but we do not ask for so much from our little warlocks, and so what we offer in exchange is lesser too.' 'So, what would you ask for a change of face, in terms of money?' 'Oh, a half of all that they have on hand?' 'Right. I might have guessed.' 'So, are you all done, my Mark? Can we get going?' 'Yeah, we can't get the tools of my trade anyways. If I wind up needing anything that is.' 'Shall we go then?' 'Yeap.' >>48673213The sunglasses are impervious to all but the gravest harm. They're on unless stated otherwise. You just loiter for an hour or so, spending time with Gwynn, making sure no one is gunning for you and preparing to meet with the overlords of the underworld of Las Vegas. By five thirty you are as ready as you're ever going to get, and so you depart. You reach the address you were given by Barty, and you find yourself in an arcade. This place is old as fuck, and no one is lining up to get inside. You walk up to the entrance, and are met by a thug. You tell him your name, he shrugs and lets you inside. People are actually playing the arcade games. There are prison tatoos and shaved heads everywhere, and many of them are playing the top tier fighting games from a decade ago. >Do not draw attention to yourself, scope out the place>Introduce yourself, loudly>Look for someone that matters and strike up a conversation>Other
>>48673329>>Look for someone that matters and strike up a conversation
>>48673329>Look for someone that matters and strike up a conversation
>>48673329>>OtherScope out the champion and beat his whoop his ass in !not street fighter
You're not here to make an impression, you're here to make contacts. You scan the room, and quickly notice that Barty's here. You ignore him and keep looking. Some twenty feet away from him there stands a man in conversation with another. Both of them are wearing suits, but only one of them has bodyguards in suits. One of his bodyguards is playing a fighting game on his own. You walk up and toss in a coin. You look at him, nod, he grunts back. You pick a musclebound character with a ponytail, wearing pink trousers. This guy is actually pretty good. The game gets intense. He starts by a flurry of high kicks and you are down a third of your health before you can respond. You block and respond, slowly getting his health down, cautiously retreating when you can, but then he jumps over you and jabs you in the back several times. You are left on a sliver of health, and go on the defensive. He makes a mistake, winding up for a major combo, giving you time to flinch-lock him, and deal the last strike while you have a barely visible sliver of health left. Your opponent grunts: 'best of three.' 'Sorry, buddy, gotta talk to your boss.' He grunts again. You walk up to the boss. 'Mark Blaine, a pleasure to meet you,' you say and extend your hand. He shakes it, looks down on you and responds in a low, slightly threatening voice: 'We do not appreciate outsiders bullying our contractors, Mark.' >'He really asked for it,' >'Maybe you shouldn't contract crazy cunts then,' >'I apologize, it was not my intent for things to get out of hand. I am here to pay my amends.' >Other
>>48673530>>'Maybe you shouldn't contract crazy cunts then,'
>>48673530>>'He really asked for it,' >>'Maybe you shouldn't contract crazy cunts then,'
>>48673530>>'He really asked for it,'
>>48673530>>'I apologize, it was not my intent for things to get out of hand. I am here to pay my amends.'
'Maybe you shouldn't contract crazy cunts then,' you say and smile. The handshake gets harder. 'Do you know where you are, boy?' 'You know who we're talking about. You know he really asked for it. He insulted my beautiful companion, and he tried to force my hand into working independently.' He looks in your eye for a long second. 'Oh fuck it, I'm sure you're right. But he's a friend of family. Try not to make things worse, or I will have to step in. What are you here for, Mark?' >'Just want to ask for permission to do some jobs.' >'I am the best damned second-story man you've heard of, if we work together we can make serious money.' >'Just getting rid of competition while you're all in the same place at the same time.' >Other
>>48673645>>'Just want to ask for permission to do some jobs.'I really want to make a fae bargain with him, but I'm not all too sure how to word it
>>48673645>'I am the best damned second-story man you've heard of, if we work together we can make serious money.'
>>48673645>>'I am the best damned second-story man you've heard of, if we work together we can make serious money.'This is a good chance for making contacts.
>>48673645>>'I am the best damned second-story man you've heard of, if we work together we can make serious money.'
'Well, sir, I'm the best damned second story man you've ever laid your eyes on. We could make some serious money if we worked together,' 'Cocky. Lots of cocky kids around these days. But I think I'm gonna let you prove it.' 'If I had access to-' 'No. No access to shit. If you're as good as you think, you can do it without shit. You can take, eh, fucking Timmy with you, the kid needs some experience. Take him as an intern, no cut.' Getting a kid like Timmy on your team early means he'll likely trust you a lot more than he will his actual bosses. On the other hand, Timmy seems to be a bit of a fuck-up. Sure, everyone fucks up when they're starting out, but you're not really in the position where you can fuck up. 'Do you have any place in mind?' 'Boy, you just do something to impress me. Any downtown condo will be a nightmare to break. I like art, if you hit up a gallery that'd impress me some. Of course, the big-time is to break into a strip casino vault, but no one's done it, ever. So, bottom line, I don't give a shit. Just make it big.' >Take Timmy y/n >Try to break into a condo of some businessman >Try to steal some art>Try to break a casino>Caution is key, fuck impressing this guy- regular flow of money will do that eventually.Just do a suburban house.>Other target
>>48673822>>Take Timmy y/n>Y>Try to break into a condo of some businessman
>>48673822>y>>Try to steal some artBreaking into a condo is also acceptable.
>>48673822>Take Timmy y/n >y>>Try to steal some art
>>48673822>Take Timmy y>Try to steal some art
There are a number of art galleries in the city and they are not that insanely well defended, in comparison to the bigger European galleries, or even the museums in DC or Manhattan. Art tends to be the easiest of 'big time' heists to pull off and the hardest to fence, but since you have a buyer standing right in front of you, you figure you can go for it. 'Any painting in town you're particularly interested in?' The Boss smiles, 'I prefer sculptures. The older the better. I like thinking about what the world was like before all these rules,' 'And I think my kind of a job is exactly the kind of tutelage that Timmy could use.' The boss turns towards the frightened teenager. 'Ey, Timmy!' 'Yes, Mr. Moraney.' 'You're on a job with these clowns. Don't fuck up,' 'Yes si-,' he notices Gwynn. He chokes on the word, and his voice breaks 'Yes sir!' he says, without enthusiasm. 'So, Mark, will you be staying around for more games?' Mr. Moraney says. 'Nah, I quit while I'm ahead.' 'Hah. Damned fine skill to have in this city. Come back with something pretty.' Timmy approaches you, inspecting his own feet. 'Lady Gwynn, I apologize for any insult I, or my boss might have given you,' he says, and actually bows. Having a peasant bow in front of her suits Gwynn disturbingly well. 'You are forgiven, child,' she says. 'Damn, what'd you do to Winchester, woman?' 'I called him Names,' Gwynn says. 'Sure, whatever. Go forth and steal shit, yeah?' You leave the arcade. 'So, what are we taking?' Timmy asks, when the silence gets to him. You take out your smart-phone and Google the local galleries. All of them seem to have some statuettes on display. >Go for the most risk, most reward. Get an ancient Assyrian clay figurine. >Go for the balanced option. A renaissance bust of David. >Keep it as safe as possible. There are some 18th century British brass figurines in an antiques shop near the Strip. >Other
>>48674077>>Go for the most risk, most reward. Get an ancient Assyrian clay figurine.Fuck it, let's go big. Gwyn would like then dramatics of the reveal when we succeed anyways.
>>48674077>>Go for the most risk, most reward. Get an ancient Assyrian clay figurine.Why do anything less than the best? Scope it out, see what security is like, try to figure out a guard to work with or steal his keys at least
>>48674077>>>Go for the most risk, most reward. Get an ancient Assyrian clay figurine.also we could probably make some deal with Timmy for talent and or status given in exchange for life or pain.
I was wondering if we would be able to sell Timmy off to the Fay, but it seems he is in with fay already.
'Eh, kid, no risk no reward. We're hitting up Manticore for this pazuzu figurine.'Timmy gulps, audibly. 'T-the Manticore? It's open 24/7, there's always p-people there. It's impossible.' 'Mortal child, nothing is impossible, certainly not bypassing your security systems,' Gwynn says. 'Mortal?' Timmy says in a minuscule voice'Yeah, it won't be easy, but Mr Moraney will fucking love it.' 'So you've done harder jobs?' 'Sure,' you lie. 'Oh. Well, how do we do it? How do we take it when the room's full of people.' >We get people out first. Fake an emergency, then go it. >We take it out from in front of their noses. A little distraction, and before they turn around; it's gone. >We wait until the early hours of the morning. No matter if it's open all day long, no one's going to be there at 5AM>Other
>>48674307>We wait until the early hours of the morning. No matter if it's open all day long, no one's going to be there at 5AM>find some clothes that would let us look like workers moving one of the piecesMaybe steal a van or somthing for transport while we wait.
>>48674307>>We wait until the early hours of the morning. No matter if it's open all day long, no one's going to be there at 5AMSince we really don't have a deadline, and I want to see capable you are, we can scope the place out once or twice over the next day or so.
>>48674307>We take it out from in front of their noses. A little distraction, and before they turn around; it's gone. Maximum flourish.
'First of all, there aren't people there all night long. Even if it is open 24/7, nobody's going to be there at 5AM,' you say. 'Make it between three and four in the morning. Symbolic reasons,' Gwynn says. 'What?' you say. 'The witching hour,' Gwynn says, and Timmy pales visibly. 'Yeah, something like 3:45 would work fine. We scope it out, we see if there is anybody moving the pieces, if they have uniforms, and if we can buy them.' 'That- Like, that might work. What do you want me to do?' >You got a car, Timmy? We need a driver. >We'll get you into some clothes that someone going to the Manticore might wear, you will scope it out, bring us back information. >You will be carrying the figurine out. I know it sounds scary, but the surveillance and obfuscation are really the more dangerous parts. >We all go in together, then I delegate as needed once we're on the floor.
>>48674455>You got a car, Timmy? We need a driver.
>>48674455>>We'll get you into some clothes that someone going to the Manticore might wear, you will scope it out, bring us back information.Probably best as information gatherer. We can ride out on a goddamned unicorn, which is faster than any car
>>48674455>We'll get you into some clothes that someone going to the Manticore might wear, you will scope it out, bring us back information. We should go in too, because Timmy will probably miss something.
>>48674455>>We'll get you into some clothes that someone going to the Manticore might wear, you will scope it out, bring us back information.>>48674535make it a learning experience timmy might become an asset in the future if we nurture him or a good mark for a deal when he trusts us
'We'll get you some fancy clothes, then you'll go in and bring us back information,' you say. Timmy looks visibly relieved. 'Oh! Yeah, that doesn't seem that dangerous,' Timmy says. 'So there we have it. You go in there, scope out the security, the layout, that kind of thing, then we wait for an opportune moment, and go in.' 'Yeah, I can do that. I can do that, I can do- wait, what about the cameras?' >'It'll be fine. No one will think twice about it in your new fancy clothes.' >'There is something we can do about that. Instant, painless and not permanent. It'll cost you though.'
>>48674579>>'There is something we can do about that. Instant, painless and not permanent. It'll cost you though.'Might as well trick this idiot.
>>48674579>>'There is something we can do about that. Instant, painless and not permanent. It'll cost you though.'also, remember this: if they have some sort of pamphlet with a rough layout of the museum, you know detailing the exhibits, get one. Even the small bit of info are gold. Got a cellphone with camera? take a few pictures, 1 or 2 per room, focus on the art but if you can get a guard in the shot, do it.
>>48674579Hey QM is the vampire taxi driver supposed to be a VtM:B reference?
'There is something Gwynn could do about it. Painless, instant, not permanent. It'd cost you though,' you say. 'What would she be doing?' 'Changing your face,' you say. 'Oh, so she really is a-, so she really can?' Timmy says. 'Yes.' you say. 'What would it cost?' Timmy says. 'Your first-born child,' Gwynn says. 'But I don't even- I mean I've never even-' Timmy says. 'That can be arranged,' Gwynn says and flips open a phone. Huh, a flip-phone. Didn't know they made these, 'Aife, be here in a minute!' 'What did she mean it can be arranged?' Timmy says. 'An associate of mine will meet us in some forty seconds from now. You can arrange for the child with her.' Gwynn says. Timmy goes red in the face and nods. Hell it'll probably do the kid some good, but giving a child to the faeries? Making some deals would help in the long term though.>Hell it isn't so different from having any mother raise a child on her own. Just keep quiet and let it happen. >This isn't right. Intervene. >'Any deals like that I can make, Gwynn?' >'You sure about this? Her people don't make fair deals.' >>48674698Whaaat? I've never made any references in any of my quests.
>>48674778>Hell it isn't so different from having any mother raise a child on her own. Just keep quiet and let it happen.
>>48674778>>Hell it isn't so different from having any mother raise a child on her own. Just keep quiet and let it happen.Though you might be able to push for a touch more than a temporary facelift...*Nudge nudge*
>>48674778>>Hell it isn't so different from having any mother raise a child on her own. Just keep quiet and let it happen.Not our problem if it isn't fair.
'O-okay,' Timmy says, in a quieter voice than he has used ever before. 'It is done,' Gwynn says and her eyes light up with silver fire for but a split second. [You have sealed a level 1 deal. You must, however, take a level 0 spell before you can take a level 1 one]>Ghost Sound>Will-'O-The-Wisp (possibly sentient light-source)>Silver Tongue (Obviously magical enchantment to your voice that will work on animals and young children)You do not have to wait long until the woman arrives. She is taller than Gwynn and better built. She bears herself as a warrior, but she is still lithe and fit, rather than muscle-bound. The look on her face is a mix of fury and desire. She seems to know to look at Timmy. 'Come with me, it is time you are made a man.' Timmy just follows her without question. They enter an alley behind the arcade. 'This a common type of deal?' you say. 'Usually there is more of a consequence. I do not think Aife will try to use the child against young Timothy.' 'It does happen?' 'Oh, so much. Many of our women do not have the taste for faerie men, and vice versa. Flings and deals with mortals are some of the most common ways we multiply our number.''What sort of a deal would have a more significant consequence.' 'The most significant one is where the act is its own reward. Often, mortal men will leave with our women and be bound to them for their lifetime. There is much power in a deal like that.' 'That sounds like the most terrifying fucking thing I can imagine,' 'Surely it is not all bad. I know some of these men myself. They never seem to be able to keep a smile off their faces,' You shrug, 'Fucking hell, as good as suicide. But I guess I can see where it could be tempting for some.' You spend less than a minute in silence. 'A- aaaah!' you hear Timmy. 'Again!' you hear Aife shout. 'I can't, not yet-' 'Again!' You do not hear the rest of the debate, but they do not return for a half an hour more. Timmy looks exhausted, [cont]
>>48675195but cannot seem to keep a smile off his face. Aife looks, well, content. 'Is that all, my lady?' she says, 'That will be all, love,' Gwynn says. 'Pretty fucking good deal as far as you can get from her sort. Take my advice, don't make a habit out of it.' 'Yeah. Sure thing, boss,' Timmy says, 'What's next?' >'We'll need wheels. Let's see what we can find.' >'Not much, let's get you dressed up and let's get to work.' >'Never know what kind of tools you'll need. Where can I get lockpicks and such around these parts.' >Other
>>48675237>>'We'll need wheels. Let's see what we can find.'
>>48675195>Silver Tongue>>48675237>'We'll need wheels. Let's see what we can find.'
>>48675195>>Ghost Sound>>48675237>'We'll need wheels. Let's see what we can find.'
>>48675237>Ghost Sound>Never know what kind of tools you'll need. Where can I get lockpicks and such around these parts.gogogo
>>48675237 >'We'll need wheels. Let's see what we can find.' >silver tounge
'We'll need wheels first. Something not too conspicuous. Let's see what I can lift,' You look around. There sure as fuck isn't anything fancy nearby, but you don't really need fancy. The target isn't large, so you skip all the vans, you find an older looking car, that could be mistaken for a classic one if you didn't look at the paint-job too closely. 'That one, you point,' you get in and wire it without any difficulty. Looks like it'll have enough gas, even if it's as much of a gas-hog as you expect. 'So far, so good.' You drive towards the Manticore Art Gallery. The building is not so very impressive, at least not for Las Vegas. It is 9 in the evening, apparently one of their busiest hours, as there is a line at the door. 'Does the deal with Timmy include a suit?' you say'No, but it's a freebie, on your behalf,' Gwynn says, 'Be sure to get out of there by midnight, it'll turn into a pumpkin.' 'Wh- Timmy says, looks down and notices that he is now wearing a very stylish, deep green, suit.' 'Alright, so, go in there. Take pictures- not too many, but a couple. If a security guard asks you to stop, don't take any more, but don't leave for at least ten minutes after. Make sure to look at every piece in the place, not just the figurine. Bring back the pamphlet. Good luck, have fun, be back in half an hour, no sooner,' you say. 'Uh, yeah, got it,' Timmy says and gets out of the car. [You have gained the Ghost Sound cantrip]> Wait for him to get back. > Do something before he gets back> Talk to Gwynn [topic]> Follow him in. You don't want him to miss anything. >Other
>>48675503>Do something before he gets backTry Ghost sound
>>48675503>> Do something before he gets backGo to an offside casino, way off strip, mess with some shlub at the poker tables, make him lose, make him desperate, set him up for a deal later.
Your least favorite part of any heist. The waiting. 'What'll you give me for the deal?' 'There is a selection of small cantrips that I can readily offer you. I think- yes, this one' You feel a little bit of cold power flow into you. 'Try it out,' Gwynn says. You are just about to argue that you have no idea what the new spell is, but as soon as you think on it, you understand it. You try a whistle first. You cast it across the street, and cause a woman in a short dress to slap a middle-aged man in a tux. You try a voice next, and though it's a little bit ghostly, a little bit howly, you manage. By the time Timmy comes walking out of the Manticore- damn it, a little bit rushed and straight to your car- you are practicing at containing a full orchestra doing a swing-jazz piece confined to the inside of the car. You think you make a passable playing of it. You briefly consider driving some poor schmuck desperate enough that he might later be willing to seal a deal with you, but you doubt you could play him broke in just the half an hour you have. Timmy sits down in the back seat and you drive off. 'Okay, first things first, never go straight for the get-away, unless you're caught already,' you say. 'Shit. Yeah, I'll remember that, Mark.' 'Make sure you do. So, what's up?' 'Well, there are, like twelve guards inside. One of them isn't moving away from that pazzaz figurine at all. The rest are sort of walking about. Some of them are dressed in normal clothes, but they've got those walkie-talkies, right? Uh, it's in a glass case- wait, I've got pictures' He hands you the pictures, and it's not looking great. If you broke the glass, or lifted it, you're sure it'd trigger an alarm. If you tried to disarm the alarm the guard would definitely see it The guards are a problem, but human error is much easier to cause than a technical one. Well, you've got hours to think about it'A bit of a toughie for sure. Gwynn, how much help can I expect of you?' [cont.]
>>48675772'I'll keep you alive, if it isn't your own stupidity putting you in danger. I don't care about Timmy even that much,' she says. 'Right. Well, we've got time to think about it.' >Go to a diner. You've not eaten today, and for much of yesterday. Adrenaline has kept you running so far, but you fear you might crash. >Go to a library and read up as much as you can about the figurine and the Manticore. >Go buy and/or steal some gear [write-in]>Other
>>48675772>If you tried to disarm the alarm the guard would definitely see itCan we use an illusion to make it seem like everything is normal?
>>48675812>>Go to a diner. You've not eaten today, and for much of yesterday. Adrenaline has kept you running so far, but you fear you might crash.
>>48675812Grab something to eat and>Go to a library and read up as much as you can about the figurine and the Manticore.
>>48675812>>Go to a library and read up as much as you can about the figurine and the Manticore.Hit a drive thru for food
>>48675812>Go to a library and read up as much as you can about the figurine and the Manticore.
>>48675812>Go to a diner. You've not eaten today, and for much of yesterday. Adrenaline has kept you running so far, but you fear you might crash. How do you guys think we should do this? Should we do a pretend to be workers or just a smash and grab?
'What now?' Timmy asks. 'The most important part of any operation. Real American Burgers,' you say. 'Fuck yeah!' Timmy says. Someone this tall and skinny definitely eats absurd amounts of food. You drive along, until you find a place that seems to exude the appropriate mix of homeliness and health and safety violations. You enter. 'Evening, ma'am,' you say. This place is so Americana that it almost feels fake. It's only the genuine grime on the table-tops that re-assures you. 'Could we have a full pot of coffee, three burgers and fries?' 'Sure, coming up,' the overweight lady behind the counter says, with a perfectly genuine indifference and annoyance.You sit down at a booth. There are shockingly few people around. 'So, what are you going to do about the- you know?' Timmy says. 'Timmy, don't bend over, don't whisper loudly,' 'Sure, yeah, right, but still?' >'I'll get the guards out of the room with some noise, smash the case and run. My face will be changed, so if I'm fast enough we can get away clean.' >'I'll try to make it so that the guard doesn't notice me as I disable the alarm on the case, lift it and leave an image of the figurine behind, then get out before anyone knows it's gone.' >'We cut the lights to the whole building. The alarms are probably on a different grid, but we can get in and out easily enough if it's pitch black.' >Other
>>48676031>>'I'll try to make it so that the guard doesn't notice me as I disable the alarm on the case, lift it and leave an image of the figurine behind, then get out before anyone knows it's gone.'
>>48676031>'I'll try to make it so that the guard doesn't notice me as I disable the alarm on the case, lift it and leave an image of the figurine behind, then get out before anyone knows it's gone.'
'We do it quiet, calm, and we make sure nobody's the wiser,' you say. 'But how the fuck can you do that?' 'Look, kid-' >He already knows that some sort of magic exists, let him in on your deal with Gwynn. >Tell him what he needs to know, leave him in the dark about magic.
>>48676099>>Tell him what he needs to know, leave him in the dark about magic.
>>48676099>Tell him what he needs to know, leave him in the dark about magic.
>>48676099I'm not going to explain to you how I do shit, but I figure I'll be able to do disable the alarm, then replace the figurine with a replica,' 'When did you get a replica,' 'Kid, you ever heard of the expression 'need to know?'' 'Sure,' 'Well, you don't.' 'Okay, sure. What do you need me to do then?' >'Keep the car running and ready to go'>'Come in with me, something might come up and I might need another pair of hands or eyes.' >'You've done what I needed of you. Go home.' >Other
>>48676221>>'Keep the car running and ready to go'He has to earn our trust first.
>>48676221>'Keep the car running and ready to go'
'You stay with the car. I take Gwynn with me and we go in as customers. You keep it running and ready to get out of there quick.' 'Right, yeah, I can do that,' he looks a little disappointed. You look up at Gwynn. She hasn't touched her food. More precisely, she hasn't eaten any of her food. She has lifted the burger up to her face, and is opening and closing her mouth. 'Er, Gwynn?' She looks up at you. 'Yes, my Mark?' 'Trouble with the food?' 'How do you eat it without getting grease all over your face?' You've been snacking on fries so far. You take pick up the burger and take a bite. Fucking hell, this is what you have been waiting for. 'Gwynn, you should just get two dozen of these, stand by the way-side and offer to trade them for souls. You'd be making twenty-four a day.' A look of terrible determination sets in on her face. She opens her mouth more widely and takes a large bite of the burger. 'That is quite good,' she says, after half a minute of chewing. Timmy laughs. You try to berate him, but you start laughing as well. 'Mortals,' Gwynn says.'Anyways, we need a driver. Any crew does. If shit goes down, you will be the only one that can get us out of it, and I'm not just saying this to encourage you. That's the damn truth,' ' 'Course, Mark. I know that. I just hoped I could learn something,' 'Watch first, do later. That's how you learn.' You finish your meal, and go to the library. You study up on the lay-out of the Manticore, and even learn what sort of security they use. If you're as good as you think, lucky and quick you should be able to do it. The hour approaches. >Give Timmy an encouraging speech and go. >Perform the ritual you do before every job [write-in]>'We got this, no words needed, let's get it done.' >Other
>>48676221>>'Keep the car running and ready to go'
>>48676439>'We got this, no words needed, let's get it done.'
>>48676439>>Give Timmy an encouraging speech and go.You did good with the recon but what comes next isn't for first timers. and one of the most important bits is the get away. 90% done and 10% left means 90% of the work to go
>>48676439 >'We got this, no words needed, let's get it done.'
'Alright, Tim, you did good, but what comes next isn't for first timers. 90% done means there's 90% of the work left to do,' you say. 'That makes no sense,' Gwynn says. 'Fuck this talking bullshit. Let's just get this done.' You and Gwynn exit the car, and walk towards the gallery. As expected it is all but empty. Still, a guard stops you by the entrance. You act just a little tipsy. Gwynn grabs your elbow and you get past the entrance no problem. The gallery is white dominant in decor, and divided in dozens of rooms in several styles. You make a show of walking through several. You reach the room with the figurine, and sure enough there is a plain-clothes security guard standing by it. Show-Time. Gwynn moves to look at a painting on the wall, and you approach the display case. You stand between the guard and the figurine and cast the illusion. It is a good copy of your own current form, but it is going to stay immobile and won't be convincing upon any level of closer inspection. You need to get to the security panel real damn quick. Roll 1d100 under 40
Rolled 3 (1d100)>>48676617
Rolled 2 (1d100)>>48676617drunken thief
Rolled 87 (1d100)>>48676617
>>48676643>>48676648Wow, our skills are top rate.
Exceptional Success! Bonus to the next roll. The guard is coming off a long shift and bamboozling these kinds of bozos is what you got into this line of work for. You drop on the opposite side of the panel, and you're sure that the guard didn't even register you moving. You open the panel, and you know you have a minute or two more time than you thought you would. You re-focus and get to work on it. Not your specialty, but you've done this kind of work before. Roll 1d100, under 40 best of four. Failure will still give you a few minutes to get away.
Rolled 16 (1d100)>>48676707
Rolled 80 (1d100)>>48676707
Rolled 13 (1d100)>>48676707
Rolled 8 (1d100)>>48676707
>>48676751>>48676786>>48676810We done good
>>48676810>>48676648>>48676643we master theif
>>48676707Flawless execution, perfect timing, one of our finest moments. You breathe out. You breathe in. You look closely at the code-pad on the panel and you notice a very slight discoloration on five of the numbers. 24507. You know it is a six number combination, but there is still very little chance of guessing it right. You focus, on the numbers. Whether it is luck, instinct, or actual magic going on here, you press 452077. And the alarm...Is disabled. You make the sound of static on the radio of the guard, he checks it, and without even glancing in your direction, he walks off. You lift up the glass case, pocket the figurine, cast an illusion and start walking away. A curator stops you. 'How are you enjoying yourselves?' >Engage small-talk>Brush him off>Just walk away>Subtle taunting with dramatic irony
>>48676914Brush him off using Gwen as an explenation
>>48676914>Brush him off"Jus' tryin' ta walk off my drunkeness before driving home "
>>48676969+1>Just showing the lady the art you have collected here.
>>48676914>>Subtle taunting with dramatic ironyimmensely. Some of the artwork touched me so deeply it feels like i'm taking it home.
'It is the loveliest place in this whole City, sir, but I am afraid my companion has requested that we leave,' 'Is that so, whatever is wrong, my lady?' 'O, it is just so much. We have been walking about this city for the whole day and much of the night, and to think that I so badgered him to get to see the figurine,' 'Of course, I hope you saw it at least?' 'But I did, oh I just wish I could take it home with me,' The curator smiles, 'Well, I shall not be keeping you,' You walk outside, not stopped by the security, not even for a moment. Gwynn turns to you and whispers 'That was the most fun I have had in a century,' The only thing keeping you from jumping up and down and whooping is the danger of getting caught, so you take a leisurely walk towards your car. First you hear the static. Then you hear: 'Black knight takes white pawn, red king to Q-99.' You break into a cold sweat. What is worse, you feel Gwynn grip your elbow more tightly. 'Walk. Fast,' she says. You do. You get to the car with no incident. 'Drive! Don't rush, but damn it, drive,' you say. You hear nothing else, but all the way to the arcade you feel the eyes of the Crimson King on burning on the back of your head. >Drop off the figurine, take whatever payment given, get back to the Elvii as soon as possible. >It should be safe in here, at least for now. Try to get a decent price and get a little rapport going on. [You have finished a heist! Roll 1d10 for your own agility training. Roll 1d10 for Timmy's training. Higher is better this time around. Roll 2d10 total]
Rolled 4, 2 = 6 (2d10)>>48677184
Rolled 1, 3 = 4 (2d10)>>48677184>It should be safe in here, at least for now. Try to get a decent price and get a little rapport going on.
>>48677206First roll only on this one, move on to choices.
Rolled 9, 2 = 11 (2d10)>>48677184
>>48677184>>Drop off the figurine, take whatever payment given, get back to the Elvii as soon as possible.
>>48677184>Drop off the figurine, take whatever payment given, get back to the Elvii as soon as possible.
>>48677184>It should be safe in here, at least for now. Try to get a decent price and get a little rapport going on.
>>48677184 >It should be safe in here, at least for now. Try to get a decent price and get a little rapport going on.
You walk into the arcade, looking both ways before you enter, and then looking behind you. Once you're in you head straight for Mr Moraney. You take the figurine out of your chest pocket. 'Well Well, Mr Blaine. I should get you a position in Fed-X, because you sure know how to deliver. Quiet too, nothing on the news,' 'Probably won't be anything until they try to move it,' 'Really? A replacement in what, ten hours? Color me suitably impressed,' he says, deadpan. 'So, money, This should be worth around two hundred large,' 'On the open market, in an auction, maybe. I'll give you ten grand, and you'll be grateful.' 'With all due respect, fuck that noise. Give me a fifty, and I take it as an insult and never work with you again,' you say. 'Now now, there is no need to get like that. Twenty five, as a show of faith and a promise to deal more fairly next time around,' 'This thing is worth nearly ten times that. Fifty is a steal. I wouldn't sell it for less than two if I didn't want to get back into my bed.' 'Oh, who am I kidding,' Moraney says, 'Lucas, bring a suitcase for Mr. Blaine. Full. That's forty thousand dollars, and you can keep the case.' 'Whatever, I'm out of here. You try to ride me like this again, and I'm out.' You pick up the suitcase. Honestly, you'd expected him to screw you entirely, and try to take it for no money at all. Hell, he could have done it too. Walking out of here with $40 000 cash is a win, but you still feel like you got screwed. 'What'd you get?' Timmy asks? 'Forty thousand,' you say. 'Shit man, that's more money than I've seen. It's good to be the guy calling the shots I guess.''Calm down kid, it's just money. I'll be getting back home,' 'Cool, hope to see you later,' >Aw, hell, the kid helped out, it'd be wrong to leave him hanging. Toss him a 10k cut. >The deal's the deal and the deal was no cut for Timmy. Get out of here and back to your room ASAP.
>>48677593>The deal's the deal and the deal was no cut for Timmy. Get out of here and back to your room ASAP.
>>48677593Give him a couple hundred as a small thanks and to encourage working together in the future.
>>48677593>>Aw, hell, the kid helped out, it'd be wrong to leave him hanging. Toss him a 10k cut.Always good to leave an impression on the little guys. best sources of info.
>>48677680and tell him to get some shades
>>48677638changing my vote to this >>48677643
>>48672163>>48672019I may be late.But I am sexually aroused by Gwynn.A girl who takes NO shit and is that intimidating is arousing as fuck, plus she gets turned on by doing so as well? Fuckin' 9/10, would make a deal with the Fae so I could enter a committed relationship with her.
You walk a few steps and stop. 'Hey, kid?' 'Yeah, Mark?' 'The deal was no cut for you,' 'Sure thing, it's good for my moral education, or so I've heard.''Well, this ain't a cut,' you say, 'This is some money I had before I started the job, so it's more like a tip.' You hand him two hundred and change from your wallet. 'Hey, thanks man,' Timmy says. 'Make sure to buy some shades with it. Part of the professional uniform. Now I really need to get the fuck out of here.' You walk outside. 'Gwynn, we need to get back fast. Fast fast, if you catch my meaning.''I could not agree more,' she says, and the unicorn steps out of the dank alley-way next to the arcade.' You jump on, and at full gallop you reach the Elvii in less than ten minutes. Even so by the time you enter the building, the buzzing in your head is so loud that you barely notice the neon and the pulsing music as you arrive home. And with that concludes the second night of Urban Warlock Quest. Again, no thread between 11th and 21st, but I'll try to do one either same time as today on Tuesday, or a few hours earlier on Wednesday. Twitter @DeadQM for updates. http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Urban%20Warlock%20Quest is the archive. I would appreciate votes, as votes mean readers and I can just barely keep doing quests with this level of activity and this number of contributors. I might have to shorten the threads, or to quit entirely if the pace cannot be picked up. Having a lot of fun running this though. Expect updates to all of the pastebins.
>>48677802Thanks for running dead
>>48677721People in committed relationships with Gwynn don't tend to live more than a month. That said, it's your funeral. Or well, not really. It's your 'And He Was Never Heard From Again.'
>>48677802Thanks for running man. Love the story
>>48677802cheers kept me up a good two hourslonger than i had planed
Character sheet updated, and >Infiltrator: When using agility to move silently, and when using charm to disguise or deceive, you gain a +1 to the roll. You are developing a reputation for professionalism and might gain opportunities for infiltration work with rewards of its own. Feat gained
>>48678347You needed to pull off a heist without failing a single roll and you needed an exceptional success, and you managed to do it on the first try. Do the rolls make the character, or does the character make the rolls?
>>48678391Thanks for running dude.
>>48677993Stupid fae. So desirable yet so dangerous.
>>48678347BOWLER as fuck.
>>48678347We are the best. Just the best.