Our revolutionaries decide to meddle in organized crime again since it’s gone pretty well so far.
The Wicked Mr. Alas has some key lieutenants:
- Itz’bin, who’s in hiding now after a previous session
- Gentle-On-Blinded-Orbs, a zen archer
- Mr Jenarm, an assassin
- Battle Socks (?)
- The Peculiar Ms. Aldersham
Red Row crime leaders:
- Allied with Mr Alas
- Mommas Thinrees – back door surgery
- Allied with Light-On-Splintered-Glass
- Mother Moon – Gnoll female, fight pits, sports beating, an army of pit fighters, and a gang of gnoll males.
- The Three Sisters – Three sisters who run drug trade. The oldest one marries for society and money; she has many children but no living husbands. The youngest cooks the drugs, the middle one does the books.
- Mr. Winter – extortion, weapons, kidnapping, smuggling.
Flip The Criminals!
We like Alas and have made Thinrees into an asset so it’s time to jack with Light’s crews. We look more into Winter. His operation is a large foundry in the lower level ventilation shaft. It is fully operational with hordes of upper level craftsmen, drow, elf, and human, chained to their work stations. An overseer with a cat of nine-tails keeps them working.
Mr Winter is wearing a mask that is of Mother Winter, which Fortunate steals.
The group discusses what to do with the mask and hits upon a scheme where the mask is given to a Mother Moon pit fighter. Abu seduces and pays a friendly female gnoll to place it on her next opponents face, assuming he losses, then tea bagging him. This fails.
Fortunate spies on Mr Winter long enough to see how he pays off Light-Splintered-Glass’ lieutenants. This leads to a bomb being placed on the dire raven flying the pay roll to Mr Winter’s boss. This causing d8 reputation stress, which causes huge fall out with Light-Splintered-Glass and Mr Winter’s reputation within his own organization.
Kreth and Fortunate meet with Mr Winter and offer a helping hand. Kreth wears the Mask of the Lover to make this seem more like good fortune than black mail. Mr Winter signs on with them for protection from Light-Splintered-Glass and a replacement of Light-Splintered-Glass’ up spire services.
Drow Fact of the Day: The Spire, the drow city, is a bizarre place, which grows weirder in the below-ground levels, but the whole thing is shot through with madness-inducing extradimentional passages known as the Vermissian.
Flip The Aliens!
We also look into some independent operators,
- Brother Hellion – religious leader; he and his followers worship the gun.
- Kowz – big strong elf who lives in the ruins atop a Vermission station
- Stone-String-Grass-Green – operates Hemlock Fruit Market. Mr Alas wants Hemlock Fruit Market.
- The Gentlemen – run L’enfor Noir Club. It’s a super high end brothel, gambling hall, drug den, and everything else. Corpses never come out of this place. They have weird technology, maybe they are clockwork? We decide that sounds like the most fun so we go after them in an operation we dubbed “Operation Mouse Garden Bouquet.”
Lyddia uses Glass Library to research their technology. It seems to be tied up in “He Who Waits Beyond the Coldest Flame” and the binding thereof. The Gentlemen come from elsewhere, clock work constructs, who were created by the Khaat (a seven eyed race that drift and flow through our reality). They have strange gifts. The Khaat are refugees hiding from He Who Waits Beyond the Coldest Flame. Khaat technology of reality bending clockworks is based on keeping that entity away. The club is behind a ward. The Gentlemen are their mouth piece to the Drow and others. The Khaat are hedonists thus the club. The corpses feed the ward and go back through.
One khaat, Snarf, is a friend of the revolution. The khaat feed corpses to HWHBtCF to keep that one sleepy. They magically find and kill people that HWHBtCF has contacted Great Old One style. The khaat need a laundry list of things from the Spire. All of it is weird.
The midwife locates Il’zer Shigo, a drow haunted by the supernatural after having glimpsed HWHBtCF, a likely Khaat target. He shuffles around the slums in a bathrobe. A memory blank clears his supernatural problem. They drag his unconscious form to a nearby rent-a-hovel, where Snarf appears to them. The Khaat is like a weird ass cat. He’s impressed that we removed the He Who Waits taint without killing the guy. They successfully broker a treaty of mutual benefit between Wicked Mr Alas and Snarf.