Subtle headed down to the Cobbler’s house to find out more information about a supposed gap in his story. It turns out that some of his shaker-downers aren’t the Dandies. It appears that as of late, 3 other jerk-offs have been hassling him. He talked with Curly, the boy, and Flora, the daughter.
Turns out Flora is a real pill. She would only talk for money – quite a bit of money – and she informed us who the three people were: Glover Cromwell, a dock worker at the Southern Docks; Wayman Shanks, a drunk who hung out at a local tavern blowing all his money away; and Benny Alcot, a gambler who had the same last name as someone working in Loraine Davidson’s house (i.e., someone who had just lost a relative).
Upon hearing the news, it was obvious what had to be done. These po-dunk poor people were losing all their money to gangs, and so they needed to die. What’s that, you say? Well, they’re poor and in need of money, and they know about the path to the catacombs, Bing recently made the mistake of telling them who we were and that we were rather interested in this pathway, and it turns out that new people were hassling them (lest I remind you that we have recently been placed on “Assassination Watch”.That is, we might be assassinated).
It had to be done fast – news that the Spectres and the Wardens being interested in some crap house could spell disaster. The killing was easy, but the “dragging Flora to the Library to sell her soul to an ancient skeleton zombie” would prove to be a bit more difficult.
(Don’t worry Harolde, they died in their sleep and probably thought their deaths were a sick dream).
It turns out that, just as Bing worried, the news got out pretty fast. Flora wasn’t in her bed, and we had just murdered anyone who might have known where she was. We searched the local inns, and finally went to the Starks’ house – she had pointed it out to Subtle earlier. The only way in was through the chimney… and so we went. Bing sucks at climbing, but that didn’t prevent him from falling down the chimney and dealing 7 damage to Subtle. This unfortunate event led to us waking up two girls on a chair: Flora and Molly Shanks, obviously the daughter of Wayman.
We convinced them to be quiet, and luckily they agreed. Flora informed us that she was ‘the mastermind’ behind many of the Dandy Shakedowns, and that she had put Wayman up to the task of harassing her own father.
LOL – we were ALREADY going to kill you, Flora, you don’t have to make us feel GOOD about it!
Flora said she would pay us some money to shake-down Wayman which provided us a great opportunity to kidnap her. She WHIPPED OUT HER GU~UN!!!! after we said “sure”, but her friend seemed to take issue with the recent developments in her life – y’know, her father about to be killed? Molly started screaming, to which we gagged her and knocked her out. Bing was a bit worried about the entire “Flora having a gun” thing, and he informed her that he “gets stabby” when he gets worried. She reassured us that she would only use against Wayman. She sounds like a person whose word is worth a damn!
Flora took the gun and walked into the room after Subtle, but before Bing… to which Bing decided to try to knock her out by punching his own dick. She realized we were up to no good, and WHIPPED OUT HER GU~UN!!!! We were able to stop her from getting a shot off thanks to the wonderful Grapple-Rules that Evan will have to read about 5 more times to understand fully. Subtle got the knock-out hit, but Wayman had already woken up. He had just whacked Subtle with a chair leg. We didn’t really want to kill Wayman – he has information we might need – so we used out words instead of our blades.
Seeing as how this bitch was knocked out on the floor with a gun in her hand as she was entering Wayman’s room, we went with the entire “we had heard from your daughter that she was going to do something bad to you. We didn’t want her to see you get shot, so we knocked out your daughter first and now are taking care of Flora The Insane Punk Bitch Gangster Wannabe.” story.
After a round or two of Sarver-wondering-if-we-were-disciplined-enough-to-stick-with-our-lies-or-not, Wayman finally realized that that was a perfectly reasonable explanation of events and put down his weapon. We took our leave.
Next, the injured gang had to figure out how to deliver Flora to the library. We figured it would be best to knock her out with a sleeping drug and drag her in a “naw, man. We’re only merchants” Ass-drawn buggy. Luckily for us, the DM hates us, and a group of like 10 guards with Final Fantasy 7-like Polearm-guns decided to stop the stupidest looking assholes in the entire bustling metropolis. That being said, they were bribed fairly easily… with Bing’s money.
You owe me, big guy!
We got to the library and delivered the ginger gangsta bitch to the ancient skeleton bitch. We await our just comeuppance… I mean, reward.
One important piece of information to not forget: While we talked with Flora in Wayman’s house, she divulged the info that the house wasn’t really owned by anyone and that they were merely squatting there. Perhaps we should ask Loraine about this.