Two cities fates intertwined, yet paths divergent. Join the race of Technology and Sorcery, finding the best blend of each. With destruction in the west, what trouble is headed out to the coast?
Nocturno wrote:Freshly equipped, fed, and rested the party files out the front door.
As they walk out Lorbin hands them each one of the shared Family crests, each as big as the Dwarf's palm.
"Use these with discretion. They will get you almost anywhere you need to be, or convince anyone that what you are doing is virtuous, but if you use them for a nefarious purpose, the power of both houses will converge on you."
When Broggdar gets to the doorway, he hands him a medium sized skin.
"Whiskey, from my own still."
He will have a stern look as the group leaves the house, and the he will close the door.
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Broggdar
Thank you good Sir. I will use it sparingly to keep my old bones warm at night while underground.
GG moves slowly buut steadily through the bustle, taking care to fend off grasping hands but still scan for any takinng too close an interest.
He expects to find watchers when the group get to the house.
Not entirely comfortable walking through the crowds, Tornak bares his teeth and snarls at anyone approaching him at close quarters. He generally prefers to stay on the outskirts of large crowds of marks. I mean people.
Flatbelly will try to keep up with the rest. He finds it funny when Broggdar mentions the whiskey will keep his bones and belly warm, but keeps the reason to himself.
With the group filtering through the crowd, Tornak stays the edge along the buildings and stalls.
A few shake their head at the Goblin's show of bravado to keep them at a distance.
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More after the perception rolls.
