DCrane1
2012-07-15, 07:36 PM
“I just want my girl back. I hear you’re good at this sort of thing.” With those words, and the promise of your usual fee when the girl was safe, you were hired by Arthur Helmser. Mr. Helmser owned a fleet of merchant ships and was widely known for his fondness for brandy and the affection he had for his spoiled daughter. Said daughter had been abducted by a crew of men in black masks after a night of debauchery and merriment had ended at an opium den. She at least survived, unlike her two friends who were stabbed to death during the kidnapping. Mr. Helmser got a ransom note from a messenger service and a stern warning not to involve the authorities, although Mr. Helmser made it clear to you he wouldn’t trust the corrupt City Watch with his precious child’s life.
It wasn’t hard to figure out what happened to the young Ms. Helmser. This wasn’t some complicated master plan hatched by a scheming evil genius, just a snatch-and-grab plotted by a drug addicted member of the O’Malley Gang, one of many street-level criminal organizations in the Calixes underworld. The ringleader, who had been idiotically bragging about his plan to anyone who would listen, was Sean Flynn and he was holding the girl in the backroom of a pub called Rafferty’s.
As soon as you walk in the door, you can tell your information was good. Even by low-end pub standards, Rafferty’s is a dive. The air reeks of a combination of smoke and stale beer, and even in the daytime, the small windows ensure dim lighting. The tables that would normally be in a pub are nowhere to be found, nor can you see any customers. The girl is nowhere to be seen, but trouble is right in front of you.
Behind the bar is a guy who matches the description of Sean Flynn: tall guy with slicked-back black hair and a florid nose who was dressed in a fancy double-breasted suit – tan with a dark blue plaid pattern, imitating a style that had recently come into fashion with Calixes’s elite. His hands are under the bar and seem to be gripping something, although whether it’s a rifle or a club is unknown. The other men in Rafferty’s have a look typical of low-rent thugs, thick arms, broad shoulders, and no neck. One of them is standing near Sean, and is similarly clutching something underneath the bar. The other two have moved forward and are clearly holding long knives. They’re holding them by their sides though, rather than in front of them ready for a fight.
“You have the money?” Sean says, clearly thinking you’re a bagman brought to deliver payment.
OOC: Although this was designed as a combat scenario, don’t feel like you need to go right into fighting. Feel free to try and question, threaten, negotiate with, etc.
It wasn’t hard to figure out what happened to the young Ms. Helmser. This wasn’t some complicated master plan hatched by a scheming evil genius, just a snatch-and-grab plotted by a drug addicted member of the O’Malley Gang, one of many street-level criminal organizations in the Calixes underworld. The ringleader, who had been idiotically bragging about his plan to anyone who would listen, was Sean Flynn and he was holding the girl in the backroom of a pub called Rafferty’s.
As soon as you walk in the door, you can tell your information was good. Even by low-end pub standards, Rafferty’s is a dive. The air reeks of a combination of smoke and stale beer, and even in the daytime, the small windows ensure dim lighting. The tables that would normally be in a pub are nowhere to be found, nor can you see any customers. The girl is nowhere to be seen, but trouble is right in front of you.
Behind the bar is a guy who matches the description of Sean Flynn: tall guy with slicked-back black hair and a florid nose who was dressed in a fancy double-breasted suit – tan with a dark blue plaid pattern, imitating a style that had recently come into fashion with Calixes’s elite. His hands are under the bar and seem to be gripping something, although whether it’s a rifle or a club is unknown. The other men in Rafferty’s have a look typical of low-rent thugs, thick arms, broad shoulders, and no neck. One of them is standing near Sean, and is similarly clutching something underneath the bar. The other two have moved forward and are clearly holding long knives. They’re holding them by their sides though, rather than in front of them ready for a fight.
“You have the money?” Sean says, clearly thinking you’re a bagman brought to deliver payment.
OOC: Although this was designed as a combat scenario, don’t feel like you need to go right into fighting. Feel free to try and question, threaten, negotiate with, etc.