Breakin' Rocks in the Hot Sun

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Breakin' Rocks in the Hot Sun

Post by Admin on Tue Dec 19, 2017 3:24 pm

With Felix's closest allies being targeted by mysterious forces, he abandons key enterprises in the city and consolidates his power with the hope of mitigating the damage. Left in the quarry, under a new name and identity, Tamara (Elina) toils while trying to gather information of the nefarious force bent on ruling the city's shadows. 


Wiping the sweat from your brow, you curse that bastard, two-timing, ungrateful, scoundrel that left you here. Three weeks ago you were sipping the finest wines the world had to offer, albeit with a dash of poison, but what isn't dangerous these days. With a blade of your pickaxe, you carve another piece of marble from the rock's face. To your left, the foreman turns his back on the workers as a city guard walks to meet him. Finally, something may come of this hard labor as you listen close.

"Payment's three hundred."
"What!?"
"I'm just the messenger, if you don't like it shove it up your ass!"
"Give me two days.."
"You got till midnight."

With that, the guard leaves, and a worried expression paints the face of the foreman. Midnight it is then. 


  • Sneak into the quarry at midnight.
  • Hide in the quarry until midnight. 

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Post by FreshJuice on Tue Dec 19, 2017 5:21 pm

This whole quarry is a festering pool of sweat and anguish. The orc next to me more so than anyone I've ever met. He sweats even when we're not working. It just rolls off of him and every time he swings his cursed pick it splashes off of him and onto me. Felix will pay dearly for this mission, this I swear. Our shift ends and the guards come by with the next batch of poor laborers. In this quarry you're little more than a slave. Of course the prince outlawed slavery when he took the hold from Hev'var but indentured servitude is all the same. Some workers are ordered here as payment for crimes against the people and others work because they have little talent in other aspects of their lives so manual labor is all they can do.

The guards round us up and take us back to our tenement homes. They have separate homes for those imprisoned here and those working willingly. If you're wealthy enough to own your own home in the hold you can retire to your personal residence when the day is done. Lucky me, however, that I get to stay here on site. There aren't even divided rooms for men and women. I get to sleep below the smelly orc and toss and turn all night as his nasty sweat drips down through his moth-eaten hammock. I'm just glad I have something to do tonight.

Hours pass and I wait for everyone to drift off to sleep as night falls and I sneak out of the housing. I sneak my way back down into the quarry dodging the patrolling guards as they make their rounds. I climb up a small path that leads to the foreman's housing and find a place to spy and wait. Coincidentally this spot isn't too far from the vantage point I took up last time I was here in the quarry.

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Re: Breakin' Rocks in the Hot Sun

Post by Admin on Sun Jan 07, 2018 6:34 pm

Sounds of footsteps and the soft glow of a covered lantern break the dark silence that surrounded you these last few minutes - it seems you arrived just in time. Across the way, a group of of city guard with pikes in hand escort a pleading man with blood streaming down his face. 

"Please. I can get more, I swear." A man steps into the light, concealing the beaten foreman now slumped on the ground with the guards flanking him. As you listen to the conversation, a common theme presents itself: the city guard have ties to the Twin Falcons who are extorting and controlling the peasantry, but what you can't figure out is why. When given a choice between these brutal thugs and the generous services provide by the Cutlasses, how can anyone choose the former? These questions are unfortunately left unanswered as the tension of the conversation increases. Silently, the man has unsheathed a gleaming dagger behind his back and is obviously looking to end the conversation with the foreman sooner rather than later. 


  • Wait and observe.
  • Intercede.


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Re: Breakin' Rocks in the Hot Sun

Post by FreshJuice on Tue Jan 09, 2018 1:01 am

If I don't act that foreman is dead...but if I blow my cover I may lose my only chance to gain any new information...Felix doesn't appreciate failure. I can't just let this guy die though. Damn, that man for making me gain a conscience. Oh well, nothing some magic can't fix. Is that a female guard?

"Hot fire...Kindling, the passion...That burns like hell." My words laced with magic have an interesting effect on the guards. The male guard looks to the female and throws off his helmet. "Deirdre! I have always loved you!" The female guard looks to him and takes off her own helmet. She waves her long hair back and forth, the hussy, and exclaims the same. The two of them clutch each other and begin kissing and rolling around on the ground.

"You idiots! What are you doing?" The man with the knife steps forward leaving the foreman cowering on the ground. I send a message to the foreman, "Get ready to run." He looks quizzical but as my daze strikes the would be assailant the foreman sees his opportunity and breaks into a sprint heading straight for the foreman's housing.

I slip into the house behind him and bolt the door. "Well now, this isn't exactly what I had in mind but...please put down the crossbow."

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Post by Admin on Wed Jan 10, 2018 8:47 am

"Who are you!" exclaims the frightened, half-beaten man waving a crossbow aggressively. With your hands raised, you attempt to calm the foreman. 

"I'm here to help, I distracted the guards just now and..."

"Are you a witch!? Them guards just fell over themselves to get their knickers off, and I heard a voice whisperin in the darkness. Stay back! I'm warning you!" His voice trembles and his hands visibly shake causing the crossbow to launch a bolt two feet above your head. The foreman tosses the crossbow aside, knowing he won't be able to reload in time. "Gods keep my soul."

You've seen men beg before, and many even weep, but this man takes the cake. Unfortunately, you're sure to be running short on time before the guards show up, and you step forward scooping the man up and ushering him out the back door. The air is still and quiet tonight as you make your way to a safehouse to find some respite. 

After arriving and settling in, the man speaks in reserved tone. "You're one of the workers. I hounded you the other day. Can't chip rock to save your life." His voice drifts off and he pulls a wool blanket over his shoulders. While normally his comments would draw a retort, the man looks too defeated. A slight pause passes before you address the elephant in the room. "I suppose you want to know who those men were?" he says with a nod. "I was approached by a man offering cheap labor about a year ago. He said he knew a bunch of folks who'd work for next to nothing cause it was better than the fields. I never thought the quarry was easy, but ten extra hands for one silver each was too good to pass." 


  • Listen to the man's tale.
  • Change the subject. 

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Post by FreshJuice on Wed Jan 10, 2018 6:48 pm

"If it wasn't obvious by now, clearly you must realize I am not a quarry worker. I've come on behalf of the Darktip Cutlasses. It is to them you owe thanks for still being able to draw breath. Now let's get started already. Who was the man that sold you the cheap labor and where did he find these people willing to work for nothing?"

The color drains from the man's face, "The Cutlasses?! Why would they want to help me?! I've paid them up! With interest!" This man takes cowering to an all new undesirable level. He begins pleading with me not to turn him in.

"Relax, the Cutlasses look after their own. You paid your dues and are under the guild's protection. You should be grateful not fearful! Look just tell me what you know and I'll come up with a plan to get you out of here and into a more protective location."

"I can't talk and I won't talk. If Felix finds out I bought from them he'll have me swinging from the keep by morning."

"Them? You mean the Birds of Prey? Surely you weren't fool enough to think they were providing you cheap labor for nothing in return?! That's a guild of trained assassin's! You must have been providing quite the service to still be alive after all this time. Well, up until tonight of course. I'm sure you noticed the knife that man had behind his back? If you keep things from me I can't protect you, but if you give me some information I can bring to Felix he'll have you sent to a safehouse. Now what's it going to be?"

The man sits quietly for a minute...you can see the gears whirling inside his head trying to come up with a way to survive this without the guild's help. A few more minutes pass by and he seems even more distraught. Defeated he looks to me, "The man's name is Croatus...Croatus Bladebinder...he works for the Prey."

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Re: Breakin' Rocks in the Hot Sun

Post by Admin on Mon Feb 26, 2018 7:06 pm

Elina's brush with the Birds of Prey would not end there however. After learning of the foreman's betrayal to another thieves guild, she was placed in an awkward situation; a situation requiring her delicate touch. 

Elina left the man to his devices and locked him within a safehouse near the quarry, content to be rid of him; a problem for One-Paw perhaps, but she was not too concerned. Darting through the streets in the early morning hours she arrived a small tea shop, and prepped a disguise in the alleyway. Inside the shop, a feeble-looking man ground leaves for the market while a woman with dark hair and wrinkled skin tended to the shelves full of small ceramic jars. Elina opened the door with a polite greeting before locking it behind her. With a gushing heart and eyes full of tears, she strode up to the man begging for his help; help paying back a great debt. Initially unconvinced, the fragile man dismissed her cries and insisted she leave at once before waking the neighborhood, but the display had convinced the old woman who rushed to her defense. After some convincing, Croatus was revealed. A vile ruffian disguised as a poor, bare-bones tea grinder. As Elina wove a tale of her misfortune, Croatus assured her the Birds of Prey would take care of her - for a price. 

The old woman never saw it coming. Convinced she was sheltering a poor woman from the cruelty of the world, the dagger that slit her son's throat also shattered her heart. Elina's work was done - a ranking member of the Birds of Prey lay dead at her feet, and the ledger he had begun writing in an ample prize for the deed. Now back to Felix to get her due for two weeks in the quarry.

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