Apropos of nothing…the Iron Kingdoms game currently occupying my Friday night tabletop group generated one of those scores you don’t want to hear coming your way…but I’m sure someone’ll get mileage out of this.
(to be imagined in your favorite street rat voice. Mine’s Cockney for some reason…)
“Great gig tonight, lads. I owe a guy, and he owes a guy, so he’s picking up a crate and deliver it to the Dimmer Sisters. We’re his protection, right? Now, his marker is that he really wants to know what’s in there, but we gotta make it look like an accident. Easy money, right? Nothin’ could go wrong with this one!”
This is cool! My only criticism is, I think if your NPC says ‘Easy money’ or ‘Nothing could go wrong,’ the players are gonna know. They’re gonna know right then. I mean, they ought to know ahead of time anyway, so maybe that doesn’t matter.
Charlie Vick I’m actually paraphrasing one of the other player characters, but point taken that some comments are red flags for this sort of thing. We, however, fall under the latter category: feeling doomed is sort of our ground state in this game. (grin)
Nice! Just wanted to point that out.
Charlie Vick No worries.
The other part of this setup, not yet resolved (because cliffhangers!), involved the original clients trying to complete delivery without having to pay us by, yes, springing an ambush. But you knew that was coming, right?
And to update…I missed the actual resolution by virtue of having been ‘safely’ on vacation, so my character was temporarily hors de combat because reasons, but after wiping out three successive waves of ninja, the package was delivered. To the nearest church. For, uhm, exorcism of the contents of that crate. Which were all of them nasty artifacts, including a large metal ball that made an eerie green glow.
(Jesting references to a similar object of desire from Heavy Metal abounded, as tends to happen with us. Also a Mystery Men reference about the Head of Vecna in a bowling ball.)
BitD application? Imagine the last thing you’d want the Dimmer Sisters to get their mitts on. Now put two or three or six in the box…