Rum and Mascarpone

Bladewheat Farmer - Nimble 1

After a job, Sidrak walks his way home.

S1 - Escape the warehouse

tbl: Expected Scene
tbl: (Actions) Defend/Home
tbl: (Locations) Old/Useful

Sidrak tracks through a metallic hallway. It opens to a wide warehouse, on a catwalk. He leaps nimbly over the guardrail, landing twenty feet below. He casts his eyes on the sunlight that peers in from the half-open garage door. Tall shelves filled with filled boxes cram the space between.

? Are there three goons chasing him ?
d: 29 -> Yes

Clanging sounds from the catwalk above. The demon goons’ scent of sulfur flows in. Two of them start sprinting down the stairs, and the one remains at the top.

Solomon the ranger points his weapon at Sidrak. “Get back here, Gray! We promise,” with blue brutish eyes beneath his brimmed hat, he says, stifling a chuckle, “we promise big daddy’s not gonna hurt you! You know what you did, Gray!”

Booming shots burst at Sidrak. “I’m gonna getcha!”

@ (Goon 1) Attack Sidrak @
d: 1d4 = 1 -> Miss

Weaving through the shelves, bullets ricocheting, Sidrak brandishes his steel. He runs for cover, and keeps as silent as he can.

The two mercs who get to the bottom of the stairs start prowling around. “Come out, tiger! We ain’t gonna bite—unless you want, of course!”

Sidrak hides from the two mens’ view; he peers through the gaps of the shelves, looking for a silent opportunity to dispatch of them.

@ Sidrak stealth @
d: d20+2>13=18 -> S

The two mercs search recklessly, spitting profanities.

Suddenly, before they notice, he appears behind them. “A blight upon your bloodline, demons!” Sidrak’s forehead veins pop, and his grip on his blades fastens. He drives down toward their upper backs.

@ Sidrak rage @
d: 1d4 -> 3
@ Sidrak attack @
d: 3d6kh+5 = 8
=> [Merc 1|Downed]

Impact. The non-injured one shrieks in terror. Sidrak says, “scream louder, maybe then Papa Solomon can get to you.”

He kicks the limp body off his blade, and closes in to his second target.

@ Silrak attack @
d: 2d6kl+5=8
=> [Merc 2|Downed]

The second merc, his eyes googly, hair a tangled curly mess, inaccurately swings a knife at Sidrak. He lunges beneath it, and driving his shoulder into the guy’s stomach. Grunting, the guy drops his knife, falling butt-first onto the floor. Sidrak, looming above, stomps his boot into the man’s forehead. With a splash, the viscera flies onto the shelves, and the wall.

The sound of the catwalk, metallic and ringing, reverberates. Solomon says, “Well, tiger. Looks like you’re getting away this time. I’ll see you soon, Sid.” His voice rings into the warehouse, as he walks back into the hallway.

Sid calms down. His senses deaden. He sheaths his blades behind his back; Sid cracks the garage door open, knocks on the doorway three times, and steps out into the street. The door shuts closed with a loud thud.

=> [Chaos 4]
=> [Escape the warehouse 4/4]

S2 - Return home

tbl: Expected scene
? Is it nighttime ?
tbl: (50/50) 21 -> Yes

Cool night air of The Protectorate. The street outside is crowded. A man with a leaf rolled in his mouth tumbles past Sidrak, who taps his shoulder and takes a roll from him.

As Sid lights up, he starts strolling eastward. He knows where he is now.

? Is the leafroll guy a spy ?
tbl: (Very Unlikely) 98 -> Exceptional No
? Does the guy want payment ?
tbl: (50/50) 15 -> Yes

The guy taps Sildrak’s shoulder. “Hey dude, come on, ain’t you gonna pay for that? I paid preemo creds for those rolls!”

He turns around, and glares at the guy.

@ Sildrak intimidate @
d: (Influence) d20+4>=13 = 19 -> S

The guy shivers. “Okay, alright. Just remember my name, alright? And tell your friends about me?”

Sildrak considers it. Then, instead, he reaches in his pocket and hands over a gold piece. The recipient, the druggie, gazes with eyes wider than a dinner plate.

The druggie walks away. “Thanks! Alright!”

? Does anything else happen on the way home ?
d: (Likely) Yes
tbl: (Actions) Combine/Energy

Sildrak trudges through the village streets.

A wide grassy city square. On a stage, a man is speaking. Dozens of villagers—long haired, free looking, and rebellion looking—crowd in front.

tbl: (Character Appearance) Remarkable/Tattoo
tbl: (Character Conversations) Creepy/Playful

The crowd is more than just free-looking folk. That’s…judgmental? Kairog always told Sidrak that he was too focused on appearances.

He glares on. The man on the stage is painted on, covered in ink. The details are too hard to see from this distance.

The man isn’t speaking of anything political, or extraordinary. He’s speaking to the audience in a comedic speech of some kind. Nothing that Sid’s ever seen before. He thinks nothing of it, and carries on home.

=> [Chaos 3]

S3 - Settle down for the night

tbl: Expected Scene

Sidrak unpacks. He sits in his comfortable bedroom, a secluded storage space in the farm.

? Is someone else here ?
tbl: (Unlikely) Exceptional No

The curtains shudder at the cold wind. He removes his pendant, his gaze longing upon it. The lights flicker off.

END OF SESSION 1