Ah, now we're getting somewhere.
>>5841553>Discard 1, 4th>Gain an Animist Associate - 8<span class="mu-i">Just a dash of courage and all the twitchy anxiety of someone who died too young, a little touch of will, and you too can slice away parts of your soul for the gift that will keep on giving. But just. . . Don't ask where he goes the bodies from, okay? Trade secret.</span>
>>5841561>Old Hand - Set guard to 14. ---
Well, now that we're all mostly motley gathered let's wag tongues for a minute. Here's what <span class="mu-s">Slip</span> requires:
Arson, accidents and a little luck along the way.
You know the Slicerats, I presume? They infest the city. Ever since they outed Otis Steeleye some ways back and clawed their way out of the streets to the high reaches of the alleys and rooftops they've been a sore in the city.
Used to be a local street gang had a sense of decency. Some sliver of sheer sense, not to go mucking about with knifework or the more blatant kinds of assault, but the Slicerats don't play by the old rulebook. Gets them a certain credit, with a certain kind of soul - and so they get a certain kind of recruit, but, friend, you can guess what sort of street-scum is apt to like calling themselves rats and see about slicing parts of other people up for their own gain.
Well. The Watchers aren't wont to do anything about it, the Legion is busy with all its little wars and prayer hasn't helped anyone in this city in decades or more.
So we're going to have to solve this rat infestation ourselves.
Here in Razorwind the alleys are long and you can hear the wind scream, but it's also the first staging points for many a little import business. Legal or . . . Not so much. Word on the street is the Slicerats have a shipment lying about in the basement of an old building somewhere around here.
You can put two and three together and five, can't you, maskmate?
We're going to pay them a visit.
We're going to make them pay the tariff for importing drugs and what might be worse into our fair city.
And we're going to make their merchandise the cloud's business.
Watchers might too bribed, too careless or too ignorant to take note of the rats chewing in the wood, but they're still duty bound to respond a fire in the slums.
So, really, in a sense, we're just making sure the Watchers get a message about where the crooks of the city might be, aren't we? It's practically our civic duty!
Any questions?
