"I really hope these things work..."
Well, better start winding those birds up.
Name: Raven Feathra
Description: Raven is a VERY RAVENY GIRL. She has black hair, dark blue eyes, and looks all edgy and shit. She's really too young to lead a wizard gang, but carries herself with confidence and Murder. She is deadly intelligent, but is lacking in common sense, as normal for teenagers. Also she is obsessed with birds.
Potency: d8
Memory: d6
Strength: d2
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d6
Vitality: d4
Endurance: d6
Intelligence: d10
Awareness: d8
Permanent: Cloud, Wall, FireForward, Crow, MarkCaster'sEyes, AffectUser, LargeFirearm, Ammunition, Clockwork, Repair, Many
Available: Cloud, Wall, FireForward, LargeFirearm, Ammunition
You wind up the birds. They jutter and rattle metallically before their wings snap open with suprising speed and force. They just sit there with their wings open, the key clicking repeatedly as it rotates in place, as though waiting for something
Abu was looking expectantly in front of him, expecting the guns to be acquisitioned momentarily. This did not go as expected.
"Wait, where are the guns? What is this? Why do I suddenly look like cool youth with the tar-toos? Oh man, the sarge is gonna be pis-."
"Abu Hajaar! What are you doing? This is neither the time nor the place to put ethnic gang tattoos on yourself! Where are my bloody rifles?"
"Still, uhh, working on it sir! Just a teeny moment longer."
Since tattoos represent magically stored spells (I think) that means the spell 'largefirearm clockwork' is now stored on my head, right?
If yes, try firing off that tattooed spell by... rubbing my forehead? Or whatever one does to get it going.
Name: Rifleman first class Abu Hajaar
Description: A scrawny enlistee of vaguely Middle Eastern descent. Permanently in over his head, slightly confused and wondering just how he got into this mess. Will reluctantly but reliably follow orders from his commanding officers and do his best however.
Somehow managed to end up far away from home in 'Nam to fight the commies. This left him confused. Then he got teleported to this world of mystery and magic. This did not help matters.
Gang: Ridiculous Rhomboid
Health: Fabulous.
Magic jazzhands: Cloud, Wall, FireForward, Crow, MarkCaster'sEyes, AffectUser, LargeFirearm, Ammunition, Clockwork, Repair, Many
Potency: d10
Memory: d6
Strength: d2
Dexterity: d8
Speed: d4
Vitality: d4
Endurance: d6
Intelligence: d6
Awareness: d8
After repeatedly poking yourself in the eyes
for some reason, you instead try just thinking about releasing the spell. That seems to do it; the tattoo disappears and a single clockwork rifle appears in front of you, hovering in air for an instant before dropping to the ground. You pick it up; its all shiny brass and bronze with a weird clockwork loading and cycling mechanism that seems simply too complex for its own good. You grab one of the magazines that Murphy made and slap it into the gun. It fits perfectly.
Corven stares at the man for several long seconds, mentally cursing himself "Wassit to you? Jus' lookin around, heard there was a neat setup here. Guess yall don't want tourists though, huh? Figured you'd be nicer to the citizens..."
Talk at him and hope to not get shot. If he starts aiming, "Cloud Wall FireForward", then run. If he just says to get lost, do so.
Gang: Roncal Roth
Health: Fine.
Hand: Cloud, Wall, FireForward, Crow, MarkCaster'sEyes, AffectUser, LargeFirearm, Ammunition, Clockwork, Repair, Many
Potency: d10
Memory: d6
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d8
Speed: d4
Vitality: d6
Endurance: d8
Intelligence: d2
Awareness: d6
Description: An older man past his prime, Corven still carries himself with the intimidating aura you'd expect from a crime boss... except when he's dealing with his daughter, who he's completely incapable of saying "No" to. That usually works out better than you'd expect, since he managed to get her the formal education he never had, though he still has wisdom on her. Has something of an unhealthy obsession with birds, though not nearly as much so as his daughter.
He listens to you with a blank expression before looking over your shoulder and seeing your companions. Specifically he seems to notice the cockwork crows and the rifle Abu is holding.
"And exactly what are your friends doing there, eh?" he says, shifting his grip on the rifle.
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