On the ground in a street in Shriekpot...Niklas, eager to find what has provoked this attack on his esteemed personage, asks one more time what they want.
"Last chance by Viking merit - why do you assault me?""We're not assaulting you! We're merely arresting you! For questioning and whatnot!"Niklas tries to get up.
[Combined Maneuver: Guard 7 and Guard 2: 2, 6, average 4 = +1]
[Trip: Guards 2 and 7 vs. Niklas: 6+1 vs. 5+1-
1As he does so, though, two of the guards trip him up again, preventing any meaningful progress. Somebody laughs.
"Surrender, fiend!"At the stall of Gunther Gunnarson, All-Purpose Blacksmith...Sigmund walks up to the stall of his old pal and asks him a question.
"Excuse me, sir, how much would you charge for attaching four limbs to a metal skeleton? They were removed with tools, but they should be able to be fused again.""It very much depends on what you want, sir! Do you wish for mobile joints or will any old connection do? I have this absolutely wonderful set of ball joints I've been itching to try out on something, but they're a bit expensive. Four gold for the job, but I guarantee satisfaction! Alternatively, I could just do some riveting and call it a day, but who wants that, am I right?"On the deck of the Second Shank...Scott elaborates further, having gotten the Captain's interest.
"The guy with the metal skeleton, Mark. Is there anything you would like me to do to repay the favor?""Oh, NONSENSE. I don't need REPAYMENT! You lot have done PLENTY FOR ME! I'll HELP RIGHT AWAY!"He quickly sinks into the floor. A few moments later, Mark is violently hurled out of the hatch leading below decks, flying up into the air, then falling downward at a perilous pace!
[Scott's positioning roll: 4]
[Artiste's positioning roll: 4]
The flying carcass lands in the middle of the deck with a loud clang, the Captain's head poking out of the deck momentarily.
"Ah, I SEE HE ARRIVED SAFELY! GREAT!"At Brenwicke's Books...Morton moves to conversation to a satisfactory conclusion as he has attained all the information he needs.
"I wouldn't be surprised at that, who attempts to cause such horrid trouble at a bookstore of all places?" he says, dipping his front end mildly.
"Glad to hear this town has a good guard, the peace must always be maintained. I wish them luck in their endeavors to catch whoever caused such a ruckus. Thank you for your help, I think I'll go try to flag down a guard to see if I can hear more, or maybe get some directions if they aren't too busy. Have a good day, it was a pleasure meeting you.""Um... yes, of course. Good day."With that, Morton, followed closely by Art, looks for a guard. Sadly, though, all of the ones he
does see, and there are assuredly not many, all look quite busy either brutalizing criminals or heckling criminals as they are brutalized. And some are engaged in busy conversations with attractive fishmongers as well.
In the engineers' quarter of the City of the Dead...Darren, considering that his instincts have served him well, looks around for some fine mechanical ladies. Fortunately, there's one right over there! It looks pretty feminine, anyway, beyond the fact that it's a bit more sharp-looking and jagged than you'd expect a woman to be. He floats up to her, coming up with his best line for this sort of situations.
"I seem to be hopelessly lost. Could you offer assistance?"The mechanical lady turns to Darren, her eyes glowing brightly, yet coldly. Her voice is quite tinny as she speaks.
"You are in the engineers' quarter of the City. What do you seek?"At that moment, a somewhat sterner, yet equally metallic voice pipes up from nearby. Darren looks, and notices another jagged, tall humanoid made of metal, very male in appearance.
"Who are you? Why are you speaking to her?"
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