Actual Play Intro : Ex-Legionnaires in Tropical Duskwall
” They don’t have a name yet, which I think makes a lot of sense, they’re new to this business, after all.
They know each other though, they fought together, they trusted each other, back when things were simple.
There was a mission, a few weeks or months or years back, a run-of-the-mill extraction job in the Dagger Isles.
Everything went pretty smoothly, but that’s when things started to turn sour, when people started turning up dead.
They saw something, or took something, or someone thought they did, something worth killing over.
Hix got drummed out of the fleet when her father fell from grace, so she slid back up into her ivory towers before the killing started.
Needles had that misunderstanding over the appropriate purveyance of narcotics, and sank into the muck with the leeches.
Mist, she turned up “dead” in the massacre of her unit, slipped some other poor blood in her uniform and lurked into the night.
But Crow… ah, some poor bastards are still hunting that old dog, and all the dark gods have mercy on their souls when they find him.
And they all found themselves back here, with pockets full of holes and broken promises, just aching to make a name for themselves…
…and me with a barge full of imperial wheel-locks and not a soul alive in this city desperate enough to try to shift them for me.
What’s an honest smuggler to do, I ask you? “
– Hoxley, Imperial Quartermaster