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<span class="mu-s">TWO WEEKS AGO...</span>
You finish your cigarette and take stock of what just happened. Here you are, in same bulldozed blown out parking lot in New Detroit, having witnessed a local Crawl just finishing up. Earlier in life, you had managed to squirrel away enough cash to venture into starting your own Crawl team. Unfortunately, things took a bad turn when the Necromancer's Guild went on strike. When their demands for fair working hours and better pay were not met, the guild rioted. Crawls were halted, skirmishes with the dead erupted, and generally everyone was having a bad time. Naturally your luck and cash ran out.
Calling in a few favors, and taking out a few loans from goblins, you were ready to start fresh. The riots were quelled, the Necromancer Guild is almost pacified, and Crawls are back! You'd have to start at the bottom, though. The very bottom. You'd have to recruit some faces from the local Crawls. These could be anyone from actual raw talent recruits to druggies and wanted criminals trying to make a name for themselves.
The Crawl here couldn't even really be called one at best. It was more like a general melee. They had a group of crawlers fighting dogs, the local hobgoblin gangbangers, someone's pet displacer beast, and a drunk bugbear. The ones that survived got a wad of cash and a swift kick in the ass to clear out before the cops showed. At least three of these bums should be good enough to start again...
You feel something poking you in the back of your leg. Turning around, you see that fucking gremlin, again. He speaks in one of those posh but fake British accents.
"Hi there, remember be? Sam, Sam Scuttle. The agent you spoke to over the phone?"
Sam was an agent, or sometimes referred to as a Fixer. Fixers were liaisons between Crawl leagues and either the crawlers themselves, or their Team Manager...you. They setup the schedule and got you into events and negotiated payouts. Often times taking cuts. They were greasy, but necessary. Unless you had some sort of affiliation, you wouldn't be talking to Crawl organizers yourself.
The gremlin continued. "Right. So, these three here were the ones I was talking about. They should work for your team, according your...budget. Let's have a look at them, hmmm?"
What a bunch of wretches. You squint at these three figures scuffling around after the crawl to get a better look at what you might be dealing with.
<span class="mu-s">Team Member #1</span>
>A human, drug addict, seems good with a knife, though.
>A half-orc, former "pimp", probably dumb, but also tough.
<span class="mu-s">Team Member #2</span>
>A dwarf, overweight, recently divorced and full of rage.
>A gnoll, he keeps playing his pocket video game and laughing.
<span class="mu-s">Team Member #3</span>
>A human, looks weird, probably some sort of wizard wanted for murder (they all are).
>An urban elf, basically a wood elf who moved to the city. You see him pick a pocket, but the wallet's empty.
Please make 1 vote for each of the team members!
