Post Revelation America

Warehouse? Why not?
Because warehouses are never shady...

As soon as Kit knew there was a warehouse in Boston stuffed to the brim with magical items, she immeadiately decided she was going to leanr how to break into the place. With a little luck and whole lot of research, she found out exactly how to do that. With just an address, Kit managed to get blueprints, a detail of the security system installed, and an invoice from Dell saying what kind of computers the main office might have. She’d be able to waltz right in and clean the place out without leaving a trace.

While Kit got the security breakdown, Oliver went to work learning everything else. He went straight to a NYC transplant named Jake “F&%k your mother,” named so for his response when anyone asked for his last name. Jake was a captain who helped run what little territory the Patriarca Family hadn’t lost to Winter Hill, and was a relatively young captain at that. He had no problem helping Oliver cause trouble, because it usually meant that either one of his competitors was getting shafted, he was getting a cut of whatever Oli pulled down, or both. It was one of his more lucrative business realtionships. For Oliver, Jake was a guy with enough manpower to make himself the wikipedia of the Boston underworld. There wasn’t an angle Oliver couldn’t work as long as Jake’s intel was solid, and Jake only did solid intel.

Jake didn’t know who ran the warehouse, but whoever did was making a killing by selling knockoffs in Chinatown that they had shipped in from sweatshops in Eastern Eurpoe. He also knew a thug or two Oliver could lift a security card from, and he also knew the place’s primary security force were a pair of nasty bugbears, and a bunch of other tough guys that rotated in and out.

Oli and Kit pooled their intel and decided when to plan the raid. Oli, with Dom’s help had swiped a keycard from an unwitting thug at a Blackbleeder show in Allston, and Oli made enough working copies for everyone. With that solved, they’d simply walk into the place and subdue the guards, raid the computers, wipe security clean, take some knockoffs as souvenirs, and walk out. Nell and Dom would provide as much force as deemed necessary to get the job done.

Unfortunately, plans never go that well in real life. At first, it seemed like it might. Kit and Dom got to the first Camera and took it out without a hitch, Nell was making her way to a window entrance without causing a peep, and Oliver managed to get the drop on the first mook he saw. Then, the screaming started. However, these weren’t alarm calls at all. These were screams of agony. Something marauding its way from the other side of the warehouse, and it was in their best interest not to find out why. Nevertheless, they stuck to the plan. Kit ran to the back room and found the computers. She immediately took cover and began copying every relevant file she could find. Dom and Oliver locked horns with a bugbear and an orc, overcoming them quickly to deal with the next obstacle.

As if on cue, the thing that was causing all the trouble burst into the room. A hound made of pure fire howled and bared its crimson fangs at the group. Dom quickly leapt at the beast and swung his hammer into its snout. Nell made a dash into the next room and saw half the warehouse ablaze, and at her feet lay a slain bugbear. As she turned away from the blaze, she saw a panicked thug with his gun trained on her. Without thinking, she raised her gun a fired a clean headshot. It was the first time she had ever killed another human. While the gravity of the act was not lost on her, she knew she had to keep her focus or be lost in the burning wreck. Moving through the chaos, she found the security system, mangled the tapes, and threw the rest to the flames.
Rejoining the group she found Dom and Oliver still locked with the Hellhound. Dom was going blow for blow with the monster, each looking worse for the wear. Oliver was trying to get a shot in without hitting Dom. Nell made a few swings with her baton but didn’t connect. Finally, Dom’s hammer connected with the hound’s gut. Ribs cracked and the hound fell to the floor. As a last resort, the hound spewed out a billowing plume of fire, just missing its killers. However, it did not miss a stack of crates which quickly went up. Oliver and Nell helped Dom to his feet as they moved through the crumbling old place. Kit, triumphantly holding all the data she sought, rejoined them as they made their escape, but not before making off with a crate of knockoffs for their trouble. The group limped into the shadows as the warehouse burned to nothing but cinder and ash.

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Friday Night's Alright for Fighting....
A PC walks into a bar...

The night began like nights do. Oliver Wilkes and Freedom “Dom” Gorman were settling down at the Idiot Ball, an Allston bar/hole in the wall for a chat they held every Friday. For Oliver, it was small and only a few blocks away from his Apartment, which allowed him to get thoroughly inebriated if his mood required it. For Dom, it was a ridiculous hike from South Boston, but it was dirty and odd enough to keep the college kids from coming and staring at the Elf and the Dwarf having a pint or seven.

The two of them were hardly into pint three when Kit Causa stormed in. She’d never been to the Idiot Ball before, but showed up at the urge of a coworker, who had been bugging her all day about this professor from B.C. he wanted to set her up with. When she got to the bar, and there was no alleged professor, she decided to console herself with several shots of whiskey.

As Kit planted herself at the bar, in bursts a fresh faced college-kid who looks like she ran all the way to the bar. She must have rushed, since she forgot her ID and had to give the bouncer an eyeful of womanly charm to let her in the Bar. Oliver gave her a quick scan across the room and immediately realized this was none other than Cornelia Vandemar Cumberbatch, which wouldn’t be a big deal if the Cumberbacthes didn’t live on their own private island off of Cape Cod and didn’t have more money than God. This kid might as well be American royalty, so why the hell was she in an Allston dive bar?

Nell knew exactly why she was there. She needed a job. She needed an internship, to be exact. There was only one person she wanted it from, Dr. Meadowkit Causa. She caught wind that the good doctor might be in the area and ran up and down every bar until she found her. Running up to Kit with no pretext whatsoever, Nell begged for a position. Kit shot her a sideways glance and asked her why on Earth she would be qualified. Caught off guard by Kit’s brush off, Nell immediately went for the nuclear option.

Listen, if you need funding, my family’s loaded….

Kit hired her on the spot. It may have been the whiskey.

Oliver and Dom watched this across the bar, and did what any two gentlemen would do. They argued over who would hit on who. Upon deciding that Oliver would go for the young one, the old friends casually moved to the bar, fixing their hair, checking their breath, and hoping the night would present some kind of new adventure, or at least an embarrassing story one could hold over the other next Friday.

This mood was quickly set off-kilter by more irregular characters. While everyone carried on about their business, Oliver spots an Orc and two Goblins walking in off the street. None of them outright looking for trouble, but embodying it nonetheless. Seemingly fresh off the boat, the Orc marched up to the bartender and demanded mead, not realizing that mead is somewhat hard to come by in Allston dives, not that the Orc wanted to hear such a thing at the time. It’s only a matter of time until an argument breaks out. The Orc is screaming at the top of his lungs for mead, and the poor barkeep’s apologizing and wiping spittle off his face while the Goblins are lording over the entire bar like malicious children.

Oliver has dealt with meaner and dumber things in his life, so he immediately steps in to diffuse the situation. However, as Oliver gets the grey brute’s attention, something inexplicably goes wrong. Oliver doesn’t see it as he’s trying to reason with the Orc, but Dom does. The orc begins sniffing the air wildly. First sniffing towards Oliver, and then scanning his nose back down to the girls. He backs away from the bar as Dom does his best to stand between Kit and Nell. The Orc blocks the door, snarling and fuming with anger and panic.

GRAAGHHH! I CAN SMELL YOU, AND YOU CAN’T HAVE IT BACK! IT’S MINE!

The Ugly bastard pulls a machete while the Goblins draw knives. Dom launches himself at the Orc with his hammer and knocks him backwards with a shot to the gut. The Orc tries to counter but can’t connect. One of the goblins goes for Oliver and they trade wild swings while the girls hold off the other.

P. Dom takes another swing at the Orc and it crumples at its feet. One goblin, who was at this point wearing parts of his orc buddy, gives up the fight as soon as Dom glowers in its direction. The other tries to pull his gun, but Oliver bellows so fiercely, it drops it and freezes.

As Kit, Nell, and Oliver round up the two brats, Dom examines the orc and soon finds what it was so desperate to keep. It was a finely crafted dagger with inscriptions swirling around the hilt. They hovered around it in wonder when Dom brought it over to the table. Without warning, Nell scooped up the knife and caressed the blade, causing it to shine like a brilliant beacon…and not much else. It was a knockoff enchantment, made to look like Sting when it was no more powerful than a sharp flashlight.

Seeing the knife’s abilities, Kit begs the group for it. “Simple Observation. Nothing more,” she says. Oli resists, but Dom relents and gives it to Kit. Oli continues his protest, but cuts himself short when he sees the jacket patch the Goblins have made for themselves. Emblazoned on the shoulder is a sigil that means nothing but trouble. Oli Grabs the goblin and shakes out a confession,

We saw it! At the Warehouse! We were working there and thought it looked cool! We just wanted a cool gang logo, honest! It’s where he got that thing too! I’m sorry! Please don’t kill me!!!

Oliver threw the green brat into the other and screamed for the two of them to run and not come back. As a man who occasionally found himself on the wrong side of the law, Oliver knew that cops had no time for two goblins screaming about missing Orcs, and those two were so scared of Dom’s hammer, they’d be lucky if they could remember how to get home.

Oliver’s mind turned back to that sigil. That Sigil meant no good, and it was exactly the kind of no good he didn’t feel like competing with. Nell knew the sigil too. She had never viewed it in person, but in her textbooks. She couldn’t imagine why a goblin would find it in a warehouse. Kit’s mind turned to the knife, and how there might be more where it came from. Dom cleaned up his hammer, tucked it back in his coat, and asked for another round.

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