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Scum & Villainy: Black Market Runners

@Lauder You do a basic D6 action roll, though I assume you're trying to intimidate with your classes 'command' skill, which means you add what command points you have to what you rolled.

Tell me how you met your S/O or Best Friend. Meet-cute stories please!

If we're talking about my RL best friend, he and I met when I moved from Florida to Alabama in the 4th grade. A lot of people don't realize but it was a huge cultural shock to me. Back in Jakcksonville, I was at a very diverse school. I'd say a 1/3 were white kids, 1/3 were black kids, and 1/3 were latin american. When I moved "north" I was the darkest kid in the school except for the 1 black student. I was weirded out, and I was new as well. It was a much higher-end school than the one I left, and my best friend (and current roommate) actually walked up to me and asked if I wanted to be his friend. He and I hung out from then on and that was almost 20 years ago. Of course our group grew. I have 3 best friends at the moment, all from the same school and they all know and call each other friend too. But my first and probably best best friend is the one I'm currently living with and the one I met first. We bonded mostly over movies and video games, and we have a similar sense of humor.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Amal's stomach rumbled loudly just as she mentioned the food. Being hungry was almost second nature to him by now, but eating was a far better experience to being without. He held her and kissed her, and smiled slyly. "You know how much I like danger, but I feel as if we deserve a small break." The scent of the food wafted into his nose and the two of them were inexorably drawn to the steaming stews, both helping themselves to the bowls. Even the bread was as a delicacy to Amal. He took the last bit of stew and dipped the bowl back to finish it, almost collapsing into Emmaline, both sitting on the cushions they had stripped and placed on the floor as if they were back in Araby.

Amal chuckled guiltily. "Sorry Emm," and places the bowl down to slide it across the floor to the edge of the room. The fire was hot on their skin and the night was still relatively young, though most would be asleep by now. The agile thief slid his foot out to tug the loop of their pack towards him. Once he had ahold of it, he opened it up to fish for what they had collected. Of course most of their treasure was lost, but they had managed to keep a bit of everything they had gained on their adventures.

"Let's take stock, shall we?" He said to her, winking. The smoothness of his voice was lost in his broken reikspeil, but he tried. "We can't really sell these to the villagers, but once we're in your country we'll be living well I think." Rummaging through the pack, he pulls out a golden saurus, a large sack of gold coins, a sphynx of bronze with two ruby eyes, the three golden torques they had taken from the Lizardmen, the gilded ornamental jeweled dagger, and a large diamond the size of Emmaline's fist.

"I'd um...I'd forgotten we still had so much." Emmaline remarked, biting her lip.

"There is nothing more ravishing than gold, but I think the diamond is my favorite." Amal declared, and presented it to Emmaline to show her reflection in the large jewel. Past it she would see Amal grinning devilishly.

Scum & Villainy: Black Market Runners

"Yeah, why don't you fuck off with that, Skrivver?" The pilot tells the ugly one, betraying the contact's name. The two pirates smoking laugh, high as the stratosphere. They don't realize what had just happened, though neither does the pilot it seems. He is suddenly grabbed from behind by two of the four armed Xenos's powerful hands to be slammed into the hull of the ship, cheek pressed to the Syronian Steel of the hull. Skrivver shambles over to him and punches the immobilized man in the gut, sending him reeling.

"You owe us 1,500 small ones there, Rico. You keep it up and I'll carve the money out of you." He promises, before clearing his throat and turning to put on a pleasant smile to answer Even's question. Somehow it makes him look all the more ugly. "The details of the assignment is simple." He makes small guns with his fingers at the three of them. "You got the coordinates in the ship. You have the codes to get in close. Once you land you're in what's pretty much the only Embassy within two systems, which means it's not just a prison. In fact most of it is a pit stop for big name nobles looking to refuel and planetary chiefs to fly up and suck their dicks. You go in, go to the bottom level, spring our boss out and get him back on the ship without anyone being none the wiser. You do that and you get the ship. I don't need to ask if we have a deal because we've made it already. You should be glad I like Schill."

At Miranda's question, the two smokers howl with gusto. Skrivver looks around. "We don't have anyone else coming unless you brought a crew in your shoes."

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So, just tell me you pass in the OOC or make a post and roll for it in here. Though you'll probably want to tell me what kind of roll it is in the OOC too.

Scum & Villainy: Black Market Runners

Awesome! Now that everyone has posted, I'll give a small update where any of you get the opportunity to recruit the pilot. If you don't feel strongly on it or you think someone else should try to 'convince' the Blackcloaks, you can say you pass and if everyone passes I will update again and move the plot along.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Meanwhile...
Amal glided silently behind the huts, not trying to be inconspicuous but unable to help himself after so long lurking in the shadows. His feet, even in shoddily made shoes given to him by the locals, were as silent as a whisper. Even if they weren't, he was certain no one would have heard him. There was a throaty melody in the air, hanging upon the night. Amal, ever curious, followed the song until he found himself atop one of the homes, watching a woman standing amid the firelight.

It was jaunty and hearty, yet haunting in its own way. She was picking up fallen jugs, no doubt thrown by the woad raiders from celebrating past victories or...simply celebrating. Amal simply sat and listened, wondering what she said as she sung. She was singing in Emmaline's language, but her accent was so strange he couldn't pinpoint what she was saying. She spun during the crescendo of her melody, only for her eyes to widen when she saw Amal in the firelight.

She gasped, but didn't squeal like he thought she would. Instead she smoothed her hair and cleared her throat. Amal leaped down nimbly and gave her a guilty smile. "Sorry, I didn't know what you were singing but it was very lovely." He told her. She held the basket at her hip with all the jugs in it, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Och, ye sure knoo how tae make a girl feel special. You're the handsome newcomer, aye?" She asked, looking at him boldly. Amal blinked, and then laughed. Perhaps not all northern women flirted similarly. Emmaline had certainly blushed when he caught her bragging at his sexual exploits. Granted it wasn't a criticism as he wouldn't trade Emmaline for any woman, but it was still a weird experience to be so hit on.

"Thank you," He said with a bow. "I am at that. You wouldn't happen to know anything here worth stealing would you?"

The proclamation and easy smile made it her turn to pause incredulously. "Yer a funny one, aye? Why don't-"

"Oi!" A strong voice roared, and Amal could almost feel the heavy footsteps. A great bearded bear of a man approached out of the darkness, holding a club and glaring at Amal like he was a daemon spawned from the Chaos Wastes themselves. "Are ye hittin' on ma lass there ye wee coont?" He asked, stepping closer to begin circling Amal like a shark. The Arabyan had not been flirting obviously, merely talking. But he also knew it was pointless to argue that likely.

Amal just looked at him while the girl stepped up. She did seem embarrassed at being caught herself. "That's noo fair Gerard, I was the one tae-"

"Shut up Bonnie!" He cried and swung his club at Amal. Both Gerard and Bonnie were surprised to see his club had hit nothing but air. The large one looked around stupidly just as Bonnie spotted Amal reclining on a barrel; one of many stacked beside Gerard. Amal tapped him on the shoulder, but didn't wait for Gerard, flipping over the man as he turned. The very moment Gerard had spun about, Amal was behind him, idly leaning against his back with his hand as if Gerard was a wall. Bonnie caught herself smiling, but she also saw Gerard's face go red. The Albionman swung savagely while Amal simultaneously slid between his legs and yanked down his trousers, leaving him in nothing but his skivvies. The man, now off balance with his legs caught in his own pants, froze so as not to topple.

Amal decided to help him with a push. Gerard gave a very unmanly squeal as he toppled to the ground with an audible 'boof,' his shirt and legs covered in mud. Bonnie shook her head, placing her hands on her hips. "The whoole toon will hear abou' this."

"What do you mean?"

"Gerard is th' strongest man in the clan!"

Amal could guess strongest didn't equal best warrior, but he was so large he could tell how he got the moniker. Gerard hastily tried to get up, but he tripped over himself again and cursed in his native language. Amal couldn't help but laugh. "Well, it was nice meeting the both of you. If you'll excuse me, I have a beautiful woman to go and see."

Amal took no time to make it back to Emmaline, wishing to spend the rest of the night counting what treasures they had accrued, preferably naked on the bed.

Scum & Villainy: Black Market Runners

Liking the posts so far!

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@Flagg No need to keep deleting the topics, my friend. I know how hard it is to find alpha and beta readers. I'd offer to read myself if I already wasn't too busy writing.

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

Hmmm, I'll likely respond to Fetzen soonish once more.

Scum & Villainy: Black Market Runners

@Dragoknighte I just made DM guidelines to answer the question(s).

Also, first post is up!