Shadow
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Wrench: Aye Mateys! Capture the Booty!
Harr there Mateys! Welcome back t' "Wrench's Ultimate Adventures"! Today we wiped the decks with some pesty bilge rats workin' for the Leviathan Pirates! Buckle up bucko, because brethren of the coast went to sleep left an' right! Alright settle down setle down... QUENCH YOUR EXCITEMENT DAMN IT! Let's start with the borin' stuff.
We wanted to seize the likes of the red sashes for quite a time now, an' finally we got the chance to. Lyssa, a two faced wretched lass she is, gave us a contact, surrrrnamed the "Alchemist" within the red sashes to bring plunder of bunch to 'em. A barrell at least of the finest demon blood to be exact! Bloody hell, what a bounty this would be! How to get it though? Next shipment's due in eight days. So what did ol' cap Wrench do? As he does, hits up an old pal of em', Jul with which I, i mean he, has probably only spoken to in passing thrice... Jul, you see, is an expert in demon blood dealin's. Kinda his job aye! So we went to get a hold of 'em an' he promised us a vessel, his FINEST of Man-O'-Wars... or was it a Galley? Aye what difference does it make.
With this mighty war ship and a designated captain, hidden in pure blackness, we set out to chase this shipment of demon blood. A wise ol' cap once said "Dead Men Tell No Tales", but he lied. He told me lots of tales and he is dead now, so what is all that about? So instead o' blowin' the men down, we tranquilised the crew from scallywag over quartermaster to captain. Young Lad Frey did an amazin' job if I do say so meself.
We got aboard the ship, secured the booty and grabbed some official papers. It took way longer than expected because our sea washed navigator had no intention of dirtying his lady hands! After tellin 'em to show a leg, he finally helped me hieve the barrels on deck of our vessel. Sadly, no shots ran across the bow an' I couldn't quite get the thrill outta the bountyhuntin' that I wanted, but there's always another fight aye!
On our way to dropoff, from far above, in the crowsnest, or rather half a foot up from me, Frey spotted a dead mans soul! A GHOST MATEYS! He had unfinished business as it seems, so, sadistic as our spiritual Scourge of the seven seas is, he sucked in the ghost of the ol' Crows leader in goal of lettin' Lyssa dance the hempen jig! Guess that is happenin' now?
ANYWAYS... that's all for todays redition of "Wrench's Ultimate Adventures"!
Wrench, Captain of the mightiest vessels in Duskwall, Leech and Tinkerer OUT (aye!) - Wrench, Pirate King and Author of the book "Wrench's Ultimate Adventure (The book you are currently reading hopefully) (probably not a draft anymore I guess, this is a thing now?)
Wrench - Explosive Mind
Dear Readers of the "Wrench's Ultimate Adventures"! I am Wrench and you are reading "Wrench's Ultimate Adventures"! I. Wrench, am a Leech, I build things! I ran into these very fun individuals that teek me in, saying they would need me! Me specifically! Not anyone else no! They said something about "not caring about me but rather the things I'll blow to pieces" but I think they are just messing around! Anyways, I Wrench, Leech and writer of his book will wrote down everything I did with these semi-cruel funny gang members and se if my explosives can bring them as much thirst for knowledge as it brings me! Wrench the Master of Explosions, Leech and Tinkerer OUT (yeah!) - Wrench, Leech and Author of the book "Wrench's Ultimate Adventure (The book you are currently reading) (or maybe just a draft, idk) //NOTE: EDIT THIS OUT LATER - WRENCH, LEECH AN-........
Bishop - Overindulgence I
I fucking forgot how superb the Twistews gut was. I'Ve beewn here for hwo long now! IDunnevenknow but larry te fishermna I alaAWys get my Slickslime larvae from got somenewqf wares and lemmetellsyoiu they hid diffrend. i got someofma fren tcom here aswelm and help me out. Cashed in somefavoree with olbuddiessss of mine to treat an old grummyface to delish food. If i knone thing tho, ischat i wont be leeavinh any dime soon.
fuggin caaeeaeasar can suckkkk my dick ainow way he gessa good ass time in priss and i gotsa work ma ass off out there withh thta piklow princesss twoface! Two-face mor lyiek "fakeface with his goddydayum makeup'n'toogood for thems streets akcent. Fuggers cant catch me around that guy, kissletter leavin'ass. almoschetting us killed ass.
Bishop - Masked Robbery
Speaking of a new score: we were invited to a gig at 67th Sourwine Street, Nightmarket District without any more details attached. Since the Nightmarket is outside of the turf of the Lampblacks, we assumed the risks to attend to be minimal and approached the address.
Crazed Old Man
Once there, we found ourselves talking to an older man and the owner of an artifact shop with a sign reading "Artifacts, Cheap or Expensive!". Karth Orris, as he revealed himself to be, is two things: a fan of the opera and a delusional irrational thinker. He himself is deeply scared of the "Ministry", maybe the only organization that does any good in this godless place: handing out food to the poor and homeless. As for the score itself, he wanted us to hijack a heavily armored cargo carriage that transports the mask of Maria Coseren, a famous opera singer coming to Duskwall for a show.
Score Details and Information
The mask itself is used in her shows to effortlessly transform her face into any other face of her choice. We inquired through various sources not only the hotel of the driver will stay in the day prior, but also the exact blueprints of the carriage and the safe mechanism. We also gathered a lay of the route and inquired about other groups interested in acquiring the mask. With all this information, the plan was simple:
Score Setup
Caesar and Two-Face hired a gang of three to knock out the driver and the gunner of the vehicle and hijacked it. The Collector, one of the two newcomers hid on the roof and surveyed the area with his marksman rifle while Happyface and I hid down in the streets, ready to either use the ruckus from other invading gangs, or find a quiet time to slit inside the carriage, open the safe and retrieve the mask.
Execution
Everything went according to plan. We had the cart captured, the bluecoats were sufficiently occupied with keeping the general public away from the cart and I had a chance to slip inside the cart. Once inside, I made quick work of the lock and discovered that no mask was inside, but a note and a map that wrote about the mask being delayed in transfer and that it would arrive in two weeks by imperial transport ship. Although I was shoftly bummed out, the feeling quickly faded when I looked around the carriage and saw multiple crates of jewelry that did get delivered. I signaled Happyface and together we tried to secretly transport as much jewelry out of here as we could. The clanking of all the valuables did attract a lot of citizens which came to our advantage, giving us time to slip away into darker alleyways before anyone could notice, together with our drivers and gunner.
Score Conclusion
After everything settled down, we could sell the jewelry for seven coins. We went ahead to talk to Karth Orris about the news but he was less than interested and felt so threatened by us that he left his own shop running. We took towards the opportunity and grabbed some interesting looking artifacts. I myself got a golden sowing needle that somehow looks artifactory enough for me.
Casualties
Sadly, a few days after the score, an inspector and the bluecoats gave us a visit and demanded either three coins, a severe beatdown or a sacrificial lamb to accompany them to their prison for a few days. Our leader, Ceasar took one for the gang and will be back after a short prison break. As for myself, I will rpobably give myself a well deserved rest inside the Twisting Gut. I haven't been there for ages.
Bishop - Fresh Blood
Caesar had some thoughts about recruiting new faces to our gang, especially ones that are more... upfront with their methods.
Recruiting
We met at the Clam, a more established restaurant than most of the shitstains in Duskwall. There a middle aged try-too-hard man named the "Collector" and an older sweatier man with a constant creepy smile, named "Happyface" greeted us. While I mostly did my thing, guarding the backroom and by extend, the crew, Caesar got a feel for the two and ultimately held a vote to let them join us for a trial score.
Bishop - Lampblack HQ Heist
First Score
Been given the lair, there was no doubt Lyssa, the leader of the Crows would contact us in short time. No three days passed as we got a knock from Bella, the second in command of the Crows, telling us to meet Lyssa for our first extraction.
The Plan
Get in, steal their stash, get the fuck out. Simple... Just one issue: We were up against the headquarters of a gang six times our size with only a blueprint of the place and no other angles. Four coins were the reward. But as as a new gang and eager, or daring, as we are, we got to preparing right away. Guard changes, lock types, traps, entrypoints, everything was accounted for, in our heads at least. Turns out, already a faction such as the Lampblacks have tight sworn secrecy, and gathering information on their HQ specifically was something very difficult. Fortunately, Caesar had a contact that he worked with that could spare him details on the guard shifts at least. All other angles were blanks.
The Score
We entered through the roof, making our way down during the five minute window where the guards were changing at the adjacent watch tower. Once inside, we approached the locked door leading into the basement. Caesar placed a whiskey bottle infused with sleeping potions on the counter next to the door while him and I buried ourselves in dark coal piles. No problem, since the HQ was in an abandoned coal warehouse. 2-Face on the other hand saw himself above the rest, hiding as a guard behind some curtains. He, obviously, got caught at once and could convince the guards that he merely dozed off on his shift and missed the change. He was out of the picture. After the tumult, the two guards drank the whiskey and had a great, long, nights sleep with bloody throats. We got the door keys from them and entered the basement where I found myself in a familiar duel: lock against pick. I managed to win this battle and opened all safe compartments, revealing the gold, which we took and promptly existed the building with.
Complications
Not only was 2-Face thrown out, he re-entered the building again the same way we did the first time, just without climbing gear, in order to leave a provocative letter at their leaders desk and get ourselves in even more trouble than we already were, killing off 12% of the Lampblacks gang force. Also, on the way back to the lair, Caesar must have lost a coin some way, which we all don't have an explanation for.
Bishop - Introduction
With the lair, provided to us by the Crows, we can finally start our rise. I am one of the three founding members of the gang, together with Caesar and 2-Face. Granted, even for Doskvol standards, we couldn't have gotten a smellier one. No need to complain too much though, seeing as we are pretty secluded and still well placed in terms of territory and hunting grounds. It was Caesars idea anyways, and as I always say: if you can't trust the Spider, there is no hope.
Intentions
I want to never, ever have to beg anymore. Coin is the fucking goal and there will be nothing between me and food or drink. Always having to pray to non-existent gods for me to not die of starvation stops with this lair. From stale bread to anything i can get my tastebuds to touch, I want to experience it all.
Qualifications
"Stealing food" sounds like the lamest fucking thing to say here, but it taught me a lot. I stole for food and drink, for money, for avoiding death, for creating it. before joining the crew, I ran various smaller heists on dens that did someone wrong, fucked someone over, needed to sleep eternally, all around the Crows Foot and Charhollow district. The finally, as Caesar and 2-Face approached me to become their third in creating a gang, I proved myself one last time by breaking into a shop to steal a cheap necklace to offer 2-Face. I brought another set of rings for good measure, just to be sure.
Resulting Background
Although my reputation as solo burglar was not at all known across land and seas, of Doskvol. I was however known around the darker corners of Charhollow as the reliable, quick and dirty kid that one could count on for smaller tasks. Doing those comfort scores for other people gave me a small hill of favors to cash in on by people all around Charhollow just waioting for their turn, though the opposite could be said for some of the people I have brought those misfortunes upon.
One thing is for certain though, there are no unclaimed favors or unsettled scores, and a Shadow never forgets.
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