>>6123899Rushing across the docks like a runaway truck on a mission, Volka deprives you of at least one more vote’s-worth of passing time and deposits you and Tzah-Tzie on the damp wood floor like unclaimed baggage!
“Sign says this is the place…” The Skog hisses under her breath as she runs her hand against something tall and metal to your right, “but who was scream-”
“B-b-b-but it’s m-<span class="mu-i">MY</span> sugar!”
Following the reedy, raspy voice to its source, you watch as other dockgoers beat a hasty retreat and try not to notice as a trio of snickering hooligans corner a Chytree trembling like a leaf in the wind further down by the warehouses!
“C’moooon, ya’ gots plenty ta’ share!” Laughs who you assume to be the leader of the proverbial pack: a Durher with a cocky glimmer in his eyes and a chip on his unseen shoulder! “Think of it as an investment, yea?”
“Heh! Yee, an invesmit!” Snickers a menacing Mzz'goe'virr, an acrid, smoky scent wafting from his mouth and one of his eyes perpetually squinting! “Payurp, bigoyes!”
Their third member of the band, a Moleg if his burning red eyes are any indication, stands like a gargoyle between his entourage and the rest of the docks… and where you stand. He doesn’t say anything, not that that surprises you.
“Ya must be new around here, so ‘ere’s a tip for free:” Croons the Durher as the sound akin to a refrigerator’s ice maker crackles out of his unseen claw, “<span class="mu-r">THE ICERS</span> run the show on the docks, and when they <span class="mu-i">ask</span> for somethin’ you’d best give it to ‘em… before they start <span class="mu-s">DEMANDIN’!</span>”
“Heh! Ayetherbedemarninferthedockersrunnincoldblooders!”
Volka looks your way with worry in her big yellow eyes! “Did you catch that, rook?”
You didn’t, you frown, but it didn’t sound good… these guys must be really drunk or <span class="mu-i">REALLY</span> insane!
“Hmm… Squinty’s got a poison bite, but let’s get the drop on the big guy!” Suggests TT under her breath! “That’ll change their tune!”
“Nah, let’s get that Durher first!” The amazon counters! “He sounds like a mage! And Icers <span class="mu-i">LOVE</span> their ice magic… the Bellcounters find preserved bodies encased in the stuff… they found a guy last week who’d been dead for a <span class="mu-i">YEAR</span>!”
Kinda like a calling card, huh? Or in this case a ‘Colding Card’! Hah!
No one laughs, so you decide to…
>Get the creep’s attention! HEY!>Sneakily take out the Moleg!>Try to find a vantage point to snipe from!>Search outside the warehouse for something useful!>Have someone distract the Moleg, then go for the mage!>Get the gals to distract ‘em!>Throw something around–try to lure ‘em away!><span class="mu-r">COOK THEM ALL</span>>Write-In! 