Ashes to Ashes (Apocalypse World)

[Napalm on Toast]

Mouse


Shit. Foss looks like she could use some comfort. I've never been quite sure how to do that, so I stick to my strengths. "Those slavers are like dogs. Kick 'em in the teeth enough times, they'll accept you're the boss." I stand up. "Trust me. After this kicking, they'll know not to fuck with you." Big words, but I think I can deliver on them.


So. I need an army. I can think of one or two people that might help me out without making a mess of the whole thing, but what I really need is fodder. Most people in this hold gotta gun, so there's no shortage of candidates. The issue will be convincing them to come along. Never had much of a way with words, and I can't just put a gun to their head and force them. Not for this. Camp Dog Head is too far away, threats won't get me that far. Not without killing folks to get my point across. What's the point of bringing along a bullet sponge if you gotta off it yourself?


Thankfully, I got a guy lined up for this sorta shit. So I go find Vickers. He's a spineless worm, but people like him. Never been sure why myself, but I needed a middleman and he gets me plenty of work. He lives in a tiny shed that's not much to look at, but hey, neither is he. I bang on the door couple of times with my fist, loud enough to wake him up even if he's drunk or high. "Wake up Vick! Time to earn that scratch!"

 

[DeusExAlice]

"Hello Lenora."


I give a smile. I've been told it looks nice, presumably because I'm one of the few that has all their teeth.


The better to tear their throats out with.


"Please come in, I always have time for you."


I move to make it less of an offer, gently brushing a hand on her should to budge her inside and close the door behind her. Privacy is needed should things become complicated.


Watching her in silence for a few moments observing her, another purposeful decision. We have found people are offput when exposed with the silence of another.


"What is on your mind?"


We speak the words, there's something that is closest we can get to concern. They are just hollow sounds though, something to placate the child. Our intent is to get a read on the girl and what might be going on.


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[Teh Frixz]

Odessa


"I figger" nodding once before sliding off the hood and staring her straight in the eyes. I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times. I don't like being given half truths where I might get screwed. I read her up and down, giving that look that makes cars explode.


[dice]9315[/dice]

 

[WlfSamurai]

Moon (@Grey),


She agrees and moves to make it happen.


So, were there any other things to attend to this morning?


Or, do we jump to the part where you're taking Juuka and Mu out on the Pilgrimage?


 
Cassia (@DreamingofRoses),


Dust draws his 9mm and nods.


He's ready.


You pull the door open.


Immediately, you're greeted with the ripe smell of death.


It's like a thick cloud.


The smell hurts.


Dust pukes.


It's so bad, if you want to actually go in there, you're going to be acting under fire.


The fire being the smell and keeping yourself from not retching every five seconds.


 
Zarani (@Arlet),


Grace says okay.


Then she moves on to the last order of business.


She takes you a bit aside, so no one else will hear.


She's almost whispering now.


She says she may have a lead on the "people disappearing" thing.


Remember you had asked her to look into it quietly?


She was not to let anyone know she was investigating.


Anyway, she says they found Phillip, that guy working with Longinus (@SephirothSage),


crazy drunk last night.


He was causing a ruckus.


So, she and a few of your guys were called over.


They found him trying to kidnap Lala, Hatchfield's daughter.


or at least that's what Grace thinks it looked like.


They broke it up and sent both of them home.


Grace says, though, that it was really suspicious.


She says it might be worth confronting Phillip about or poking through his things, at least.


She asks if she should do anything about it or if you want to talk to him.


What do you say?


 
CAL (@solyrflair),


You're on the wall.


You see Zarani (@Arlet) and Grace kinda off to the side chatting.


The typical guards are up here keeping watch.


As far as the signal, being up here makes it even clearer.


It's definitely coming from Market Town.


It's the exact direction.


After a few moments, the suit locks into the signal a bit better.


Being up here must reduce the signal to noise ratio.


It's now coming in as a distress signal.


What do you do?


 
Mouse (@Napalm on Toast),


After some long moments, the door opens.


A unkempt Vickers staggers away from the door and slumps back into his dirty couch.


He looks like hell.


Not quite the same kinda hell that Foster looked like just a bit ago.


No, Vickers looks like he's high.


Or at least he's coming down from it.


He asks what you want.


He seems annoyed that you're here.


What do you say?


 
Cep (@DeusExAlice),


Lenora is quiet for a minute.


She's building courage.


Then, she says she saw it.


The...mask.


She seems unable to put something into words.


But, she continues.


She asks why you have that mask.


What do you say?


And feel free to ask questions for your hold during the conversation.


 
Odessa (@Teh Frixz),


Fuck, she can read you like an open book, though.


You're hoping to get something from her, something to get the upper hand.


Instead, she can see through you.


She's been reading you this whole time.


I get to ask questions instead:

• what's your character really feeling?
  
• what does your character intend to do?
  
• what does your character wish I'd do?
  

 

[DreamingofRoses]

• Cassia
• Roll

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  I think the stench actually makes me dizzy. Taking the torch from Dust I motion him back as soon as he can move. I try to lift one of my cloth wraps over my nose and mouth and step into the rancid darkness.
  
  
  
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  +1 is 9
  
  
  

 

[Teh Frixz]

Odessa

• I'm feeling anxious and pissed off. I don't like being sought out like this. I'm the fucking best but shipping should go like this. "Fuck dood. We gotta ship this stuff. Let's get Odessa, she's the best" Not this "There isn't anybody else" shit.
  
• I want to know why this bitch looks anxious and I want to know why my brain feels like it's cracking when I'm not behind the wheel.
  
• I'd wish you'd give me all your money and go away. Or realistically tell me what kind of dangers I'd be facing making this run.
  

 

[Arlet]

I run my tongue along my teeth, not enjoying the news any more than I thought I would. The pain in the back of my head had found it's way behind my eye, and I choose to blame it for my choices.


“Go find a few boys that aren't busy, and feel free to inform Longinus he may be needing to find a new assistant. We'll go have a polite conversation.”


My face wasn't exactly the most pleased, and probably didn't say I intended to have a peaceful conversation. I kept my weapons from being drawn to make the point, however. I take the peace of my settlement quite seriously, and it sounds like Phillip is attempting to ruin my Pax Zarani. A poor survival choice, to be frank.

 

[Napalm on Toast]

Mouse


Ah, Vickers never disappoints. He's clearly not in the best frame of mind or body at the moment. I shouldn't be surprised... it's barely after dawn, after all, and he enjoys his entertainment. Still. I don't really have time for him to sober up right now. That itch is worse now that I know today's a killin' day. I want to get out there and get to it, but first I need this reprobate to drum up some support. He needs reminding of just how this relationship works.


So I get right in his face, one hand on his shoulder, lean in close."Vickers. Let me catch you up to speed. Camp Dog Head is planning on raiding the Narrows, and I plan on stopping them. I need people to come along. I pay you to deal with people for me. Now, I can tell you're not thrilled to see me, but I paid you two days ago. That makes you mine."


I lift my other hand up. It just happens to be holding my shotgun. Fits in my palm snug as anything, like it was made for my hand. I press both barrels against the middle of his forehead. Not hard or anything. Just a love tap, really. I'd prefer not to shoot him, at least not here. It'd be a bitch and a half to get rid of the body without anyone noticing. Hopefully he doesn't realize that.


"So are you gonna go out there and get me an army? Or should I redecorate this shithole with your brains and do it myself?" (manipulate - MISS)


[dice]9405[/dice]

 

[SephirothSage]

I'm feelin' pretty Cool, this morning...


Speaking of morning- have I slept in today? A low groan escapes my lips as I rise- tired old eyes blearily looking about my little shack, adjactent to my office. Seems the deputy forgot to wake me this morning, and my aging body betrayed me. A low harumph of frustration escapes my dusty old lips as I force myself to rise. My squire is absent this morn', and so I move to don my breastplate with my own two hands- but not before polishing it, I chasten myself.


It's slow work, running over it with an old rag; cleaning anything in the Evergray often is, with how ash and dust gather easily. Still- it's part of what I must do, so I do it well. I stop as a fine sheen illuminates my work- and brings a smile to bearded old lips as I then make to don it- fastening straps and the like. I grab my heavy coat, and slide that on over it all- and there I am, dressed for the morning. I grab my sheathed sword from where it rested beneath my pillow- close in case of an attack in the night, and to avoid theft. I crack my shoulders as I slides the shining blade from it's sheathe- and a gentle smile spreads across my old face as I behold it, still as pristine as the day I found it- but then, nothing ever has managed to tarnish my blade so far. I give it a brief cleaning before sheathing it at my hip, and fastening the belt once more.


Now where is- ah. My keen old eyes finally spot the Lance, resting where it always does. I walk over and nod, as I examine it's fine craftsmanship with a fond smile. A man has to take care of his tools- and the Lance is not so Sacred as the blade, remaining subject to wear and tear and dust and ash. I'm no craftsman to repair harm to it myself- but at the same time... the polishing rag flourishes about in my hand, and I rub for a long while. A different, thin and long tool is used to clean out the barrel... and finally, with that clean as well, I strap it to my back.


With all my gear clean, I can finally attend to myself- a slight trimming of my beard with a handrazor, and a mornings prayer with my Bible, and I'm on my way for a patrol around town, to see what needs to be seen to- in all readiness and Righteousness, may my gaze bring peace. Amen.

 

[DeusExAlice]

Those words. It was not what I had been expecting, but it was something we had been concerned might come up.


I recline against my makeshift desk, but my legs are spaced and my arms are not folded. We are ready to move if we need to.


My response to her question is a smirk. I feel proud of it, we really wanted to snarl at Lenora. To put the fear into her and end this probing question. It's a good sign of the strength in our cover-face.


"Why do you have black hair?" I keep going, cutting off her answer. "Why do you have blue eyes? Why is your skin darker than mine? It's how you were made, and it's how I was made."


What does Lenora want me to do though? Just what kind of an answer is she looking for?

 

[WlfSamurai]

Cassia (@DreamingofRoses),


Shit.


You're incredible.


I know I couldn't do that shit.


Dust can't either—for now at least.


Anyway, you step into the putrid dark.


You're greeted by bodies, mostly skeletons with remnants of skin.


Dead, obviously.


These bodies have been here a long time.


They're strewn about in different death poses.


After a few moments of acclimating yourself, you can make out what might have happened.


This was a fallout shelter, amateur at best.


It's clear there was a fight.


It got heated and then turned violent.


Judging by the pile of bodies in one corner, these people had lost most of their group.


The survivors fought, to the death.


Some have stab wounds from shivs.


Some were strangled.


Others were just beaten to death.


A few men,


a few women,


a couple kids.


All murdered.


Then, you hear something metal clang down one of the side passages.


What do you do?


Also, would you like to read the sitch?


 
Odessa (@Teh Frixz),


Prim bristles.


She's nearly yelling now.


She leads by calling you a dumb bitch.


Then follows up with pointing out that she's not trying to fuck with you.


She says she's trying to give you a job.


Then she says that instead of being grateful, you're just being a cynical bitch.


Now she's in your face and pointing aggressively.


She's yelling that next time, she'll find someone else who'd rather get paid to do what they do,


that you're just a piece of shit not worth her time,


and that she's sure you probably can't drive worth fucking shit.


What do you do?


 
Malik (@Arlet),


Okay.


Sit tight.


Let me get Longinus rolling.


In the meantime, Grace is asking how many you want to take with.


Enough for a small gang?


 
Mouse (@Napalm on Toast),


Let's chat for a second.


You brought that chart up, which is perfect.


With that in mind, I just want to make sure.


You're manipulating him, right?


Like, if he doesn't really do what you want, you REALLY won't shoot him, right?


Or are you fucking seriously going to shoot him if he doesn't get off his ass?


We're keeping the roll either way, I'm just asking.


 
Cep (@DeusExAlice),


What does Lenora want me to do though?


Cep, she wants you to ultimately give her an indication if she should be afraid of you or not.


And, she wants you to give a good, logical, reason for the mask she saw.


She has always liked you—maybe loved you like a daughter loves her mother?


I wonder how she'd feel about your truer side...


She says she doesn't understand.


People are born with those things.


You weren't born with the mask, she says.


She's looking curious and a little cautious.


What do you say?


 
Longinus (@SephirothSage),


I'm actually going to have you wait a moment while I wait to see what Zarani decides to do.


He might be coming to see you.


Sit tight.

 

[Napalm on Toast]

Mouse


Y'know what?


Fuck Vickers.


He doesn't wanna play nice? Neither do I. That trigger's feelin' reeeeal comfortable on my finger. (going aggro instead - roll would be 7)

 

[Teh Frixz]

Odessa


For once the voices inside my head are meshing well with the ones outside. I find myself sailing a little boat down a quiet river, the skies as black as the water underneath. Little fish come up and smile, the inner me giggling and turning my boat down whatever path feels best. It's like a cover off one of those old plastic rectangles with the smaller black rectangle inside. The ones with the castle on them.


It's nice and calm in my head and I'm gonna let her know that.


"You know...If you don't know where you are going, any road gets you there? Like if I had a Fuck to give about what's going on in your crazy LITTLE PINK head, I might actually care what you think. I might FEED YOU into the engine, I might drag you to my dog head pals, I might eat all your HAIR and drink your EARS, but I don't hurt the crazies ya dig? "


The fuck huge boot knife I've had blistering my ankle makes an appearance, gesturing toward the gate.


"Git out. Go throw your own wedding and torture birds before I slip mind change and start killing crazy people"

 

[WlfSamurai]

Mouse (@Napalm on Toast),


Cool.


Vickers swallows hard.


His eyes begin to water as he holds them open for too long.


His voice cracks and he stutters in fear.


He's still slurring his speech,


but you hear in his tone he's serious.


He tells you what you want to hear.


He says he'll do it.


No problem.


He will do it.


But, he says, who can he get for your army?


And he asks what you have to offer these people to hire them?


 
Odessa (@Teh Frixz),


At the sign of your knife, Prim pulls her magnum.


She's raising it to point it at you and pulling back the hammer.


What do you do?

 

[Arlet]

I take a moment to think about it before holding up a hand, “Find me six guys and I'll head over to question Phillip. You can go to let Longinus know, and if he wants to be involved bring him to my office.”


That should be sufficient. I've met Phil, he wasn't exactly the most impressive young man. He wasn't expecting him to be able to take two or three guys, so the message should be quite clear when I show up with six.


And if he decided to be difficult, well... The boys aren't the only ones that are armed, are they?

 

[DreamingofRoses]

Cassia


Shit.


I go back to the door and whisper urgently to Dust. "Don't you dare open this again until you hear from me. If you don't hear from me in an hour, go back up and let Zarani know what happened. "


I close the door behind me with a solid clang like a death knell and turn the torch in the direction of the sound of the metal and try to read the situation.


What the hell is in here with me/What should I be looking out for?


[dice]9424[/dice]


+1 (Sharp) is 8


EDIT: Roll for Towering Presence [dice]9582[/dice]


+2 (Hard)

 

[Teh Frixz]

Odessa


Time to seize by force!


Without getting up too fast, I slam the knife home over her thumb and down between the hammer and pin of the magnum. Hard enough to dent the soft metal in the magnums finish. There is a nice ping sound that makes my teeth cheer as the hammer comes down on the blade and not the firing pin.


I flick the edge of my fuckhuge knife down, cutting all the fingers holding onto the grip. I feel it loosen in shock and I pull the magnum out of her hand.


I twist it around, lining the gun up against her forehead.


"Six barter and I'll do it"


I take definite hold of the magnum and inflict terrible harm on her hand.


[dice]9444[/dice]

 

[Napalm on Toast]

Mouse


Ah, there's the sniveling worm I know and tolerate. This is more like it. The urge to pull the trigger is still there, but I resist. So long as he knows who the boss is I don't have to off him. Not today.


"I don't care who. Go to the market, the shops, the streets. Find anyone who's willing to come. Promise them that Foster will pay. I'm sure there's a chunk of denari for everyone that helps out, maybe reduced tolls on the way to Rice City." Foster won't like that, but she said she'd pay up. Plus it'll be easier to pay out after the slavers trim down the numbers. "You take care of that. Me? I'm gonna go talk to Cep, maybe see if CAL is around. Then Odessa." Not looking forward to that last one.


"And Vickers?" I tighten my grip on his shoulder, pressing the shotgun against his forehead so hard the barrels leave an imprint. "Don't fucking disappoint me."


Then I leave. No idea where to find CAL at the best of times, so I head to the schoolhouse instead.

 

[Grey]

The Moon's Spawn





Nothing else requires my immediate attention. Meditation will continue until the time comes to make pilgrimage. It's not a long walk, physically.

 

[WlfSamurai]

Malik (@Arlet),


Okay, that works.


Give me a sec to check in with Longinus.


Then we'll figure what the sitch is.


 
Longinus (@SephirothSage),


Zarani is on his way to have words with Phillip.


Grace, his number two, comes to tell you.


She's quick to point out he might be accused of some wrong-doing.


She asks if you want to be involved at all.


Do you?


 
Cassia (@DreamingofRoses),


Yeah, I'm sorry.


Dust cares about you.


In some small way.


Or maybe not so small.


Either way, you're going to have to "convince" him.


You say what you say and he refuses.


He says there's no way in hell he's going to close this door on you,


let alone wait here.


So, you can use towering presence on him.


You could manipulate him, instead.


What do you do?


Also, we can keep the roll for reading the sitch for after this roll.


Or you'll have the choice to re-roll it too.


 
Odessa (@Teh Frixz),


Shit, girl.


In a matter of seconds, you lop off her fingers and disarm her.


I mean, dayum.


It's awesome enough not to notice the punch you take in the jaw from her free hand.


[0-harm after armor]


She screams and grabs her hand.


The bleeding from her missing fingertips is pretty damn bad.


She calls you a bitch and a mother-fucking c—


Then, she says that you better shoot her now.


Because if you don't, sooner or later,


hopefully sooner,


she's going to kill you.


Whatever it takes.


At least, all that is what she says.


She's at your mercy at the moment with the pistol to her head.


More violence on her at this point would be a go aggro, in my mind.


What do you do now?


 
Mouse (@Napalm on Toast),


Awesome.


Love it.


Hang tight a tick.


Let's get you in with Cep.


Let me just set it up.


 
Moon (@Grey),


Great.


Noted.


While you're meditating, can I ask you a question?


You know Phillip?


The guy that Longinus is grooming as his deputy?


Can you tell me again what you owe him?


And why?

 

[Teh Frixz]

Odessa


"You know what I've heard over and over and over and over again? That exact line. You'd think people would be smart enough to stop saying it but no, they all decide to be blabbermouths with big heads and bigger fucking mouths. It's enough to drive a person crazy."


I rub my jaw, nodding at the solid punch. Solid attempt but my cars buck harder. I put the magnum to her head, grabbing the back of her hair to haul her up to her feet. I groan at my own misfortune on having to drag this screaming bitch while my head feels like it's trying to peel inside out before banging on the trunk of my car and forcing her into the trunk of my car and locking it. She'll be one of many to notice the dents and scratches from people far more able than her inside, as well as the welded steel panels.


I take a few steps away before stopping and going back to open up a small air hole for her.


Looks like I'll be making another run to Camp Dog Head today. I lock down my shop and fire up the Prowlah. At once I feel better, the headache vanishing more each time the engine turns over. Back to normal. The engine revs loud a few times before I ease on out into what passes for a street. Going at a little more than pedestrian speed, I make a show to see if anyone needs me, making a circuit at the big stops around here. Moon's church, the ressie-dents, even passing by the gang houses.


Odessa's going on a trip, anyone got any last requests?

 

[SephirothSage]

Longinus





I sigh wearily at Grace as she approaches- a sad frown on lips weighted down by a white old mustache. My old bones just about can't handle news like this, and with a heavy heart I insist on coming along for the party. If Phillip has strayed from the path, it's my responsibility to whip him back onto it, Lord Almighty bless his soul, Lady of the Lake bless his heart, and all that is just carry his mind. Or, if he strays too far, cull him from the herd- though he always seemed like a good lad.


I'm sure it's a misunderstanding- but I can't assume nothin. Along I go for the investigation, a dour frown on my face.

 

[DeusExAlice]

"That's true."


A concession. Something granted to make the girl feel more confident in this interaction, to keep her more docile.


I look up over her head, as is searching for an answer. A feigned movement, the moment is spent deciding if we should kill Lenora or not. How to hide the body for the day. How to dispose of the body afterwards. How to divert suspicion after that.


"It was something I was given by some doctors, a long time ago in a place very different from now."


Those fucking white rooms. Those fighting cold manacles. Those fucking needles. That was the place where myself died. Where we were born. Where I would be concieved as an identity.


My right hand tightened its grip on the desk. I let go and stand up, patiently and with measured steps walking close to Lenora.


"Did you know a long time ago doctors could replace just about any part of you?"


Another pause to let the outlandish claim settle properly, dazzle her with the possible imaginings her young mind would reach. Ignorant of the bloody realities it had been.


"A missing finger, hand, even an entire limb was of no real problem. An organ on the inside went bad with a disease or injury? They could remove it and replace it. What you saw was something related to that. Instead of just trying to cure people, they tried to make some people better than they were before."


I settle down into a chair next to her. The close proximity, the same height, the reassuring smile. All of it meant to calm any fear response the girl might feel. We cannot lie about feeling amusement that girl would not be wrong to be afraid.


Reaching out with my left hand I lay it on her forearm. I specifically leave my right passive, dismissed to my side. That was the one that had been teeth and blood when she saw my mask. It would not do to agitate such memories.


"What you saw of that bone mask, of myself, might be frightening. I need you to understand that things were just as dangerous back then, if not more so. Everyone was afraid of their neighbors, of what they might do. So we made ourselves stronger however we could. Don't worry okay? That mask, that strength, is for you and my other students now. I will not see harm come to any of you while I'm still around. Does that satisfy your question, Lenora?"


What does Lenora intend to do with this knowledge?

 

[WlfSamurai]

Casket (@Stormtrooper996),


Let's get you in here.


First, make sure to read this and the intros that follow for all the others.


Next, introduce yourself and do your "your turn" under Hx.


You can obviously choose whomever for what it says there as usual.


 
All,


Was there anyone who wanted to chat with Odessa before she left for Camp Dog Head?


I think you wanted to chat with her, Mouse, right?


 
Cassia (@DreamingofRoses),


Dust does it, following your order.


He says be careful.


Then closes the door.


It's super dark and creepy in here with the door closed.


The torchlight is playing shadows across all the bodies.


What the hell is in here with me/What should I be looking out for?


Last—that's her name.


She's down her.


You know, the big girl who works in Malik's gang?


Always hanging out with Twice and his "family", as he calls them.


You don't know why she's down here, but it's not to practice knitting, I'll tell you that.


But there's a reason you should be on the lookout for her.


She's nasty.


I mean, normal, day-to-day, she's fine.


Does her job, takes orders and follows—you know, normal.


But when she's off-duty.


Shit.


She is a nasty piece of work.


So, what do you do?


 
Odessa (@Teh Frixz),


Normally, I think there'd I'd want a roll to


But, I'm super interested in seeing where this goes.


Sit tight.


Let's find out if the others wanted to chat with you.


 
Longinus (@SephirothSage),


All right.


Hang on a moment.


I have one thing to tie up with Zarani.


 
Zarani (@Arlet),


Grace brings you six of your gang to your office.


She's chosen well.


Bill, Crine, Daff, Winkle, Pepper, and Mill.


When they get there, they all ask what they're there for.


What do you tell them?


 
Cep/Mouse (@DeusExAlice/@Napalm on Toast),


What does Lenora intend to do with this knowledge?


Use it in a pinch.


You can be a protector now if there's trouble.


You can help keep her safe, in her mind.


That is, depending on how you answer...


She seems to relax a bit, especially at your touch.


She says yes.


It's a reluctant yes, but a yes.


Then, she asks, more to confirm, that you were really there to save her?


When she saw the mask.


You were really there to bring her back safely?


And right at that point, Mouse walks into the classroom.


Mouse, Cep, what do you say? Or what do you do?

 

[Stormtrooper996]

Intro


Hello everyone. I run the clinic in the old church along with my beautiful angel's Tweedie and Robin. You may call me Casket, or if that's to hard to remember you can call the man that really runs this fucking place.


I don't care what some "Bring back the Golden Age" Hardholder or mind-fucking hocus tells you. At the end of the day people want to be healthly and happy and with a quick stitch here and a handful of pills I can provide both.


So before you even consider thinking about fucking me over. Think about this, who will you crawl to when your bleeding?


Hx


-1 Longinus (Shieldbearer)


O Cassia(Touchstone)


-1 Moon (Hocus)


-1 Cep Tee (Faceless)


-1 Odessa (Driver)


-1 Mouse (Gunlugger)


-1 Morrell (Savvyhead)


0 Zarani (Hard Holder)


Mouse has been beside you and has seen everything you’ve seen. Tell that player Hx+2.


You figure Longinus is doomed to self-destruction. Tell that player Hx-1.


Tell everyone else Hx+1. You’re an open book.


On the others’ turns: You try not to get too attached. Whatever number they tell you, give it -1 and write it next to their character’s name.


Note: I hope this is right *fingers crossed


EVERYONE ANSWER THESE


Where do you live/sleep - I live in my clinic along with followers.


How did you come to the holding - I came to town after my old crew stole everything I had. Claiming the church and slowly rebuilding my business.


How do you contribute to the holding OR how do you make your scratch? - I somewhat contribute by providing medical treatment though at a high cost


What does a typical day look like for you? - Normaly I spend the day Perfoming my daily clinic duties and peddling drugs occasionally taking time out to run another batch all while using my skillset and influence to gain power.


Who do you depend on to get your job done everyday? - I depend on my crew Tweedie and Robin for skilled labor as well as the local traders to provide materials