The Strangford Files Caper

The Strangford Files Caper

The Dead Setters’ heist is still in progress, but I had to share some highlights:

“What’s Iruvian?”

“Bitch, you almost made me laugh.”

(apologies to Chasing Amy)

I had the Spider’s player (his PC was in jail this session) provide details of the banquet menu at Lord Strangford’s masquerade ball:

– Cream of corpse soup. Made from the remains of royal pets.

– Also, “ghost liver on ethereal crackers”. We couldn’t decide if it was better if someone had actually figured out how to carve up spirits into edible chunks, or if the whole delicacy was just the cracker, but nobody wanted to say they couldn’t taste the ghost liver so the height of Brightstone cuisine is just crackers served with a heaping helping of the Emperor’s New Clothes.

Teatime (the Whisper, and the only character actually from noble stock) ended up bringing the infamous deadly dandy Roethe Kinclaithe along with him when he went to steal Strangford’s maps from his library.

On a gameplay note, this was our first session where I really pushed the Tier disparity. Strangford had access to Tier III and IV goons and locks, and I think when the Leech didn’t immediately pop open the office door with a six it hammered home that there’s still quite a ways to go to the top of Duskwall.

Strangford’s men knew not to kill anyone – who needs Spirit Wardens poking around – so they carried truncheons hooked up to battery packs. One good jab and the batteries discharge, zapping the piss out of the target. Unless they flash back to insulating their corset and burning Armor. The same discretion did not apply to the Hound, resulting in an increasingly desperate series of rolls to try to save the hapless guard’s life as he bled out and realization dawned that ZOMG CROWS NOW.

#heestcomplete