PROLOGUE: Loge Thanos

[GreyWolfVT]

Jack perks up at the mention of purchasing firearms "I am too would like to know if there is a place i may try and buy more ammunition for my firearm."

[Grognardsw]

Cthul Hand Luke / inn



With a fistful of credits, Luke says "It sounds like we should pay a visit to Angol Bord."

[Broggrim]

Bart, mutant human

Bart gets up, shakes the sleep off, staggers to the group, reaches behind the bar, pours him self a shot.

Tips his hat to Egg, “Thank ye, sia.” Leaves payment and downs the glass.

“Let’s go see what Angol has “procured” since last time.” He looks to luke and heads toward the door. Oddly Luke a cuddlefish-crablike mutant that can form to a human form has gone from gray to color, seemingly unknown to himself.

[Norjax]

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Mutant Lord Statement:

OK, gentlebeings. Unless otherwise posted, I will assume the entire group is going to visit Angol Bord at his pawnshop.

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[GreyWolfVT]

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Mutant Lord Statement:

OK, gentlebeings. Unless otherwise posted, I will assume the entire group is going to visit Angol Bord at his pawnshop.

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you would be correct mutant lord.

[Mister-Kent]

Frekken, Mutant Frog

Frekken pulls himself off the floor, rubbing his bruised backside. Upon hearing mention of Angol, a wide smile erupts on his face and he prepares to head out with the others.

[Dogma]

Oor-Zak, MA gorrila

Oor-Zak thinks longingly of a big bowl of juicy grubs, but then slowly climbs down from the barstool and follows the others. "Oor-Zak be back for grubs later, talky squirrel."

[GreyWolfVT]

Jack Carter leaves his payment "Thanks Sia. By the way that new hair style with the tail it works."

[Grognardsw]

Cthul Hand Luke walks through the rock paths to the flea market. He marvels at the panoramic view of the Gamma Plains from Loge Thanos high in the side of the cliffs.

He makes his way through the stalls, an eye out for pick pockets, to the mutant dwarf. "Angol! Me and some compadres are hankerin to roam the Gam'A Zone," exclaims Luke. "What do you got to help?"

[Norjax]

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As you pass the gap leading to Loge Thanos’ receiving area, you notice a group of five “adventurer-types” heading down the cliff path and out of the town. A deputy waves to his counterpart who has just seen the adventurers on their way.

“They came in late yesterday to re-supply before heading east,” The deputy states. ”They claim to be heading for Lantica, but asked many questions about the Gam’A Zone.”

OOC: If you wish to inquire more about the adventurers or follow them, you must state you actions now. Otherwise, we move to Angol’s pawnshop and Luke’s post.

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[Grognardsw]

Cthul Hand Luke / secret mutant

"Good to see you again deputy," says Luke, shaking his hand and slipping him some credits. "Tell me more about these adventurers."

[Mimdalf]

Blix - En route to Angol's

Blixx listens to Luke and the deputy, before following the party to Angol's.

[Dogma]

Oor-Zak, MA gorilla

Oor-Zak idling grooms his fur while watching the other group work their way down the cliff path. His fingers deftly find the nit that was bothering him and he briefly examins it before cracking it between his teeth. It was hot and dusty standing in the sun. and after a few more minutes of staring, his attention starts to wander. He liked his human friends, even if they did make the talky noises to much.

[Norjax]

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The lanky, human deputy (Math is his name) stands straight to address Luke. “They got into an argument with Angol over the price of something,” he says. “Got pretty heated I guess. So, we asked them to kindly leave. He can fill you in on the details.” Math tips his hat and heads off towards the Sherriff’s office.

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[GreyWolfVT]

Jack lets out a heavy sigh "I remember when I had a deputy and a badge.... sheriff Carter always had a nice ring to it."

[Norjax]

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Cthul Hand Luke walks through the rock paths to the flea market. He marvels at the panoramic view of the Gamma Plains from Loge Thanos high in the side of the cliffs.

He makes his way through the stalls, an eye out for pick pockets, to the mutant dwarf. "Angol! Me and some compadres are hankerin to roam the Gam'A Zone," exclaims Luke. "What do you got to help?"

You enter the pawnshop owned by Angol Bord. It is heaped floor to ceiling with a haphazard collection of tools, equipment and trinkets acquired over many years. Garbage is strewn everywhere. A few clear paths lead to the counter behind which Angol the Dwarf is seated. He looks up from a ledger, with a contrived expression of confidence, and responds to Luke. “I suppose you think you are special too?” He states while ratcheting his chair into the air so his eye level is slightly above Luke’s. “I’ve heard every sob story about why I should ‘cut you a deal’, but I am impervious to such persuasions. So, why would you want to travel into a place as dangerous as the Gam’A Zone?”


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[Grognardsw]

Cthul Hand Luke, secret mutant

"Don't get ornery now big guy, we know you offer the best prices and wouldn't send us over to Artas Traych to prove it," retorts Luke. "Though I reckon I'm special. Hell we're all special, says my dinonoid friend Barney."

"Anyway, yeah the Gam'A Zone. Big risk big rewards right? I heard you tussled with another bunch earlier who was headin into the Zone?"

[GreyWolfVT]

Jack "Got anymore ammo for this?" he asks while holding up his heavy, blocky, single-shot, breach-loaded pistol.

[max_vale]

Frank Rock: Human

Frank just stares at Angol; his voice flat and giving nothing away and says; "I'm not looking for no deal….just wondering if you got any decent firearms for sale since the 'zone is dangerous and all and I figure I might be better prepared for it if I got something that goes bang. So, how about it?"

[Norjax]

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Angol is visibly incensed by Luke’s attitude. He ignores him, for the moment, to address Jack. “What’s that, a club? I’ve never seen anything like it before. Probably needs a custom ammo job, which won’t be cheap. Vestal, the metal smith, might be able to make some new casings. You’ll then have to haggle with Rarps in the mercantile area. He’s the only one in town who can make powder and propellant.”

Angol’s attention then moves to Frank. “I have a musket and seven blast-heads you can fit to arrows and crossbow bolts. The musket is 750gp with 10 bullets, wadding and powder. The blast-heads are 50gp each.”


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