Opium Jack
Opium Jack
A dangerous wild card with a tight grip on his dagger and a tighter grip on his cock. A delinquent with a taste for danger, drugs, and donuts. Armed with his quick wit and loose morals, he is the rogue incarnate.
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Alignment
Chaotic Neutral
Age
23 Years old
Date of Birth
25th of Dragonfire
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Brown
Hair
Grey
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Blueish
Height
5'9
Weight
165 lbs
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The Gates
7th of Frostfall 158
The city walls towered over the horizon. Steam from the city's factories poured into the sky. From within, silhouettes of beasts, angels, and machines went about to-and-fro. It was a magnificent day without so much as a cloud in sight. Such circumstance only added to my amazement upon seeing the vastness of Ravnica.
"Shove it higher! Zhorguul still got room."
"Damn it Zhorguul! This is one of the most fucked things you've done. How the fuck do you expect to take up a bag of 'bonedust' up the ass?!"
"Quiet and hurry. How we get past border guard if you no shove? So shove!"
Suddenly the day didn't seem so perfect after hearing--- and smelling, our preparation work before entering the city. Standard party protocol, see a checkpoint, either find another way in or hide our contraband. Nothing too crazy in our pockets this time. I didn't understand what all the fuss what about. Back in towns by the country, nobody would give a hoot if you were carrying a world ending relic.
I suggested we go through the city sewers but I guess nobody felt like trudging through shit so early in the morning. Most of us got past the checkpoint with no problem after taking the time to hide what needed to be hidden. Although I was mistaken for a-- a simic creation? The city houses a group of biomancers with a knack for playing God. They fuse animals to create new animals or merge animals with people to create animal people. I guess they said this because of my curse morphing my skin into what looks like fish scales. It's spreading faster than before and itching like crazy.
Walter had problems with customs. His undead centaurs needed permits. So did the slave children he bought from Chainhold. Nure-onna was put in a verity circle, a truth telling magic used by the Azorius, for reasons I forget. Something to do with magic items, I suppose? Zhorguul was quite obvious with the way he walked, yet he made it through which was a surprise for us all.
Ravnica was unlike any other city. The streets were awash in a rainbow of colors with citizens in clothing just as colorful. Loxodon priests, Vedalken soldiers, Goblin couriers, Spirit bankers, a multitude of races all living together. A group of children played fetch with what looked like a dragon that was made of spare parts. Canals ran along the street while tubes of electricity and steam pumped overhead. Doorways lead to more doorways, what made one neighbourhood distinct from the next I couldn't tell. Ravnica was a living maze.
We were stopped by a young boy selling newspapers.
"EXTRA~ EXTRA~ READ ALL ABOUT IT!~"
"How much lad?"
"A silver piece mister!"
"Have a gold."
"SHOOO WEE! A gold piece? Thanks a bunch sir!"
I've never seen a newspaper before but it was as if a town crier wrote down everything they wanted to say onto a paper then hand it out to people. Genius I say! This city was going to be the start of an unforgettable adventure.
--Signed O.J
(Not) The Warmest Welcome
6th of Frostfall 158
"AARGH!!" cries Walter. The halfing falls back onto the dirt as a creature comes charging into his direction at break-neck speed. At first glance it appeared to be two men on a horse. Then they came galloping back towards us. That's when I realized the creature was a centaur, on it's back was a dirty looking child clinging onto their side. The centaur stood at a huge seven feet tall.
Out of nowhere, a bludgeon flies straight towards me, nearly hitting me dead in the face. A loud "WARGH" comes from the surrounding forest. Fierce looking warriors reveal themselves from the foliage. They form a semi-circle, blocking out path forward.
"AWOOOOOO!" cries the warrior covered in animal pelts and bruises. The rest join her call. "I thought we'd be eating leftover mushroom again but meat is so much better! Look it! They's fancy meat too!", says a skinny warrior swaying from side to side in a frenzy, his eyes twitching in delight at the sight of us.
There's about eight warriors total, including the centaur and the child, but there's no telling how many more could be hiding. Considering they used their ambush to scream at us, I doubt these are the type to strike from the back. Before anyone can make sense of the situation, I see Walter stand up.
"DIE!" he yells. A ball of fire shoots from his hands straight into the chest of the centaur point-blank. The magic kills it instantly, knocking off the child. The child runs off back into the forest. That's when it hits me, the smell of charred flesh wafts in the air confirming a direct hit. Oh how I miss the smell of the salty ocean breeze.
I pull my moon-blade daggers from their sheaths and run towards the skinny looking warrior. My daggers find their mark and sink into him like a snake's fangs biting into a juicy rat. His surprised expression leaves me thinking that he's shat himself. Speckles of blood cover his face and his tongue sticks out halfway out his mouth. "Sorry guy, I don't appreciate being dinner," I say.
Around me are sounds of bones breaking, swords piercing flesh, coughs of blood, crazed screams, and clinking armor. We continue to fight past these warriors until reaching a clearing with structure made of stone in the middle. It looked like a raised pyramid of medium size for rituals of some sort. Suddenly more cries come from the distance, it's the same "WARGHH!!!" but this time sounding much deeper. I see Tsabi sprint through the chaos and up the pyramid. She disappears from sight when a dark blot in the sky catches my attention. I watch the tiny blot gradually grow in size until it becomes a gigantic boulder about to crush me.
I run up the pyramid to see what, or who, was responsible for that boulder. Reaching the top I see Tsabi wrestling with a woman dressed in heavy pelts and a necklace of bones around her neck. She has a head dress with all kinds of colorful feathers. Before I do anything, I'm stunned by the sight of two giant ogres walking towards us. That explains the boulders. On the shoulders of one of them, I see the child from earlier. They are looking right at me with a deadly smirk on their face, they point their finger at me and the ogre starts charging across the river.
"Tsabi, we gotta go!" I yell. I kick the woman off Tsabi and the woman falls off the pyramid. She is alive but looks in anguish. The grass must have softened her fall. After that, we run down the pyramid to regroups. That's when our druid, Jeonji, transforms himself into a titan. His size now roughly the same as the ogre. As we descend, more boulders fall from the sky and shake the ground with enough force that I almost lose my footing. I see Jeonji step into the river to face the ogre while the others focus on handling the one throwing rocks. The battle between the titans is epic. Each massive swing sends a tremble in the air causing echoes over a distance. I spot Eirik running towards the woman I kicked, a shadow follows from behind him.
More of these shadows appear. I look into the sky and see giant birds moving in a 'V' formation. The tip of the formation breaks off and comes swooping down at the ogre butting heads with Jeonji, the rest of the formation follow and dive one after another. The battlefield is awash in gold and red light that comes glinting off the armor these bird riders are wearing. I see their blades aflame, somehow imbued with fire. They leave dazzling trails of vibrant orange, yellow, and reds with every swing.
The ogres begin to panic and flee the area, leaving fallen trees in their haste. I don't know what happened to the woman but she was no longer where she landed. The rest of the pelt wearing warriors had ran back into the woods. "Round up as many as you can, we've got enough warrants to fill two detention centers with these Gruul," says a dark skinned man with a shaven head. "They're on the run again, Captain!" replies a woman. "Take the squadron Corporal, it's be easy to find the big ones. Arrest them first. I'll have a chat with these people," says the Captain. "Yes sir! Company Two, on me," says the Corporal. They fly off, back in their 'V' formation.
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"Visitors huh? This damn city has plenty of trouble as it is with the riots. Leave this forest, it is Gruul territory. The city is still a kilometer north. And mark my words, you all may look like you can handle yourselves in a fight, but don't ever make the mistake of forgetting what you are. Civilians. Leave the fighting to the real heroes. That is the duty of the Boros," says the man. Jumping back on his giant bird he flies in the direction of his squad.
This city just feels like trouble. I'll bet on that.
--Signed O.J
Stories of Ravnica
5th of Frostfall 158
After a long journey across the Valian sea on one of Captain Angrath's many ships, our party had made land at dusk. Still weary and getting used to land we spent the night at the local tavern by the port. The sounds we've grown used to-- the rolling waves and squawking of gulls, were replaced with clinking bottles and sounds of laughter. I never noticed how much I had missed the crackling of a fire and so I spent most of dinner time by the hearth. That was when a halfing approached us. With a subtle hobble in his walk, he introduced himself as the inn keeper. Interested in the look of our group, mostly because of my prominent fishy features, he told us of the city of Ravnica. A vast cityscape of universities filled with powerful institutions and figures of prominence capable of waging wars at a moments notice. These individuals are exactly the type we are looking for in order to stop the quickly militarizing Gnomish Reich. Nure-onna brought up our intentions in seeking to oppose the Reich, to which the inn-keeper happily responded to with a slap of his knee and a swig of Zhorguul's ale (I brought him another before he got too upset).
The sun had set beyond the waves when he took us outside. Along the sides of the inn was a crate no bigger than Zhorguul, the party's dragonborn. As he opened it, we saw an invention he had nabbed from the Reich. He called this invention a "firearm", a weapon said to fire faster than a bow and quicker to arm. Sad to say, it was only a prototype and so I never got to see it in action. However, he told us of the Izzet, the university of invention and wild imagination. Students ranging from deranged lunatics, who volunteered to be test subjects rather than pay tuition, to child prodigies who learnt how to use a power-coil inhibitor crank before they learnt how to walk! The Izzet people had their own versions of said firearm.
(This could turn out very VERY lucrative if I play my cards right).
The very next morning I was awoken by the sound of the fleet's war bellow. Captain Angrath's deep outcry was something I was not going to miss anytime soon. Most fleets would use conch shells or horns to signal orders. The minotaur had no need for such instruments for his war cry was enough to send his message. Obey. And as the fleet drifted far back into the blue, so did it mark our own departure for the city of Ravnica.
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