Post by Tsuana on Feb 24, 2017 15:16:12 GMT
NAME: Break it Down
DIFFICULTY:Normal
NUMBER OF PEOPLE ALLOWED: 1-3
GAME MASTER: Tsuana
DESCRIPTION:
The seedy underbelly of the massive industrial city of Frore is rife with crime. Truthfully a hive of scum and villainy, the various criminal factions of this city often operate under the blessing of the Frost Demon lords that lay claim to the city, provided their operations don't disrupt business for the empire itself. The result is an underworld where tensions run high and there is a pitched rivalry smoldering beneath the surface of the city. It is like a powder keg, ready to blow should someone strike a match. But the uneasy balance is maintained, usually, for no one wants to draw the ire of the city's legal rulers. It is truly a tumultuous world.
But not one without opportunity. For an up and coming ruffian, this world presents a veritable hodgepodge of chances for them to stake their claim on the world. Provided, of course, they're willing to fall in line for the big cheeses, the current top dogs. If people are willing to serve, the crime lords and robber princes of Frore's criminal world have plenty of work to offer enterprising individuals. And it pays well, more often than not.
One such criminal king is Organa, an older Namekian man. They say he's been working the scene since way before the Zen-Oh incident, and since then, he's amassed considerable wealth and power. But as with any big shark, he often has little fishes swimming around him, trying to get their own piece of the price. Occasionally, he has to remind them who he is.
One such instance has occurred. An upstart gang has stolen a shipment of blaster gauntlets from one of Organa's warehouses. A few crates of standard issue gauntlets, a drop in the puddle for Organa, but this is about respect and proving just how far his influence goes. As such, he's put out the call for some mercs; he's seeking amoral individuals, or individuals who need cash badly enough that they're willing to throw their's away, to reclaim his blasters and maybe beat some faces into the space-grade concrete of Frore.
Interested individuals will be referred to one of Organa's lieutenants who will point them in the direction of their marks.
PARTICIPANTS: Yuki, Pakcho, CXVII
DIFFICULTY:Normal
NUMBER OF PEOPLE ALLOWED: 1-3
GAME MASTER: Tsuana
DESCRIPTION:
The seedy underbelly of the massive industrial city of Frore is rife with crime. Truthfully a hive of scum and villainy, the various criminal factions of this city often operate under the blessing of the Frost Demon lords that lay claim to the city, provided their operations don't disrupt business for the empire itself. The result is an underworld where tensions run high and there is a pitched rivalry smoldering beneath the surface of the city. It is like a powder keg, ready to blow should someone strike a match. But the uneasy balance is maintained, usually, for no one wants to draw the ire of the city's legal rulers. It is truly a tumultuous world.
But not one without opportunity. For an up and coming ruffian, this world presents a veritable hodgepodge of chances for them to stake their claim on the world. Provided, of course, they're willing to fall in line for the big cheeses, the current top dogs. If people are willing to serve, the crime lords and robber princes of Frore's criminal world have plenty of work to offer enterprising individuals. And it pays well, more often than not.
One such criminal king is Organa, an older Namekian man. They say he's been working the scene since way before the Zen-Oh incident, and since then, he's amassed considerable wealth and power. But as with any big shark, he often has little fishes swimming around him, trying to get their own piece of the price. Occasionally, he has to remind them who he is.
One such instance has occurred. An upstart gang has stolen a shipment of blaster gauntlets from one of Organa's warehouses. A few crates of standard issue gauntlets, a drop in the puddle for Organa, but this is about respect and proving just how far his influence goes. As such, he's put out the call for some mercs; he's seeking amoral individuals, or individuals who need cash badly enough that they're willing to throw their's away, to reclaim his blasters and maybe beat some faces into the space-grade concrete of Frore.
Interested individuals will be referred to one of Organa's lieutenants who will point them in the direction of their marks.
PARTICIPANTS: Yuki, Pakcho, CXVII
