Der Eisen-Riese, Arbengar posted:

Roll for Random Encounter 3d6 (Urban) = 5,5,4 > No Encounter
You path takes you along the City Armory, the great and imposing Templer Zeughaus, a great and imposing tower by itself, filled to the brim with gunpowder, cannons, guns, pikes and other such armaments, though it is currently all locked away with lock and chain as even the entrance doors are locked with some entrance leaflet and the Richter Guilds seals. You notice a few early burghers braving the early hour to meditate and pray near the entrance door, though to what they pray to, escapes you, as there seems to be no shrine or any sign of sort. Then again, the tongue they speak is is not cordian either, so who knows.

Along your path, you also cross into the famed Tempel Street, that at one point or another may have given this city its name. Roaming up to three stories high, you see small shrines, temples and congregations of all sorts of beliefs, from a small but well nourished tree for some exiled wildemen shamans to the Suprematii Church, the different temples of the Mannusan pantheon, from Eris, Tethys, their sister-daughers, to Leho, Agathis and Yerv´Edhaz , as well as a School of Philosophy of Lian, opened quite recently, or so it seems, with strange symbols and signs on the doors inviting travellers to enter and enjoy some tea. Even at this early an hour, where you can see the sun rise barely risen yet above the walls and feel the last of the cold mists retreat, and hear the Suprematii call for prayer as you see some latecomers run into their small church as fast as they can, with the black-robed Suprematii Church Guard standing silently at the entrance, their eyes constantly scanning both crows and travellers for signs of trouble.

But your way goes even further, even beyond Tempelstreet, where you notice that, under a small bow, you must enter what accounts to a small tunnel through which you come to the city outskirts. Clearly not where it originally belong, the building couched into the edge of the city wall that now accounts for what remains of the city watch, with the city sigil hung over the front door, even that already crooked, and with several small groups of armed men in dirty tabards sitting uselessly in what amounts to a pitiful yard in front of the building, is but a distant memory of what you would expect from the city watch of a City of the Realm. You do notice two lone figures though, on a path towards an alley off the side, two richters, rough fellows, decked out in leather and clearly with zweihanders at their back, eyeing you and the whole yard.

How do you wish to proceed?

Crow, Taeral posted:

Roll for Random Encounter 3d6 (Urban) = 6,4,3 > Encounter
Taking another path than Der Eisen-Riese and Arbengar, you follow the river from the Inn towards the Wallerlauf, where you wish to cross the great river towards the other, nobler side of the city. Even this far apart, you can see that some sort of commotion seems to have taken place at the bridge, and as you come closer, you can see that at its centre, where the walk extends into the River Harbor and Docks, a small ship has anchored, and a group of seven Richters is currently busy stopping people from wandering over and through. Already, the throng of people seems rowdy and increasingly nasty, even if you only see merchants, servants and dregs collecting at the space. The Richters seem on edge, and you can see that some of the people that might have tried breaking through their barricade, already sit with a broken nose at the side, while a few of the fishermen loudly protest against being held for the danger of their catch spoiling.

Your path would take you over the Wallerlauf, next to the Stadthalle, City Hall, which remains visible in the distance, an imposing, if somewhat bureaucratic building of cold, hard stone, where you would continue to press on into the Handler Plaza, where the Plaza House stands, that you wish to arrive at, but towards which your way, as it is now, seems sealed.

It seems, for one reason or another, they stop all who wish to pass the Wallerlauf, and you can hear the words plague ship, danger, illness, tyranny, oppression and flame aplenty in the air around you. The ship, that you can see currently, lonesome as it is, anchoring at the Waller Harbor not far from here, as you can see, is hoisting a yellow and black flag.

Taeral, as you feel Nessus on your shoulder, you hear Aaron whisper to you from the side.
Aaron: "A plague ship, sir. It does us no good to to remain as long as it remains unburnt."
A harumphf from behind reminds you of Suraj, who, dilligently, follows you wherever you go.

How do you wish to proceed?

Walking among the small groups outside of the building, through the outer courtyard, seeing the former city watchmen close up makes them out to be more akin to ragged bandits than a powerful city guard, with nary a man even fully armed or carrying any sort of cuirass as you would expect a watchmen to have.

As you step inside, you can see the decay looming everywhere. Cold, naked stone, wet at several places where the stone itself has begun to break apart, some parts already glossed over with moss, others thick with dark and rusty-seeming spots, with much of the wooden interior in an advanced state of decomposition.
Behind a central, of slowly crumbling reception desk, you spot another watchmen, a young, unshaven man with what appears to be some sort of rank insignia (Lore 8 to recognize).

As if to answer your words, the young watchmen slowly walks around the desk, offering you a curt greeting, while you feel others entering behind you, as you´ve gathered their attention without fail, if for no other reason that you are something different, new and exciting that happens.

The young watchmen, introducing himself as Robert Sesselrink, speaks up.
Sesselrink "Easy for you to say, stranger. [You can see him look Der Eisen-Riese up and down]. But in any case, if your offer is sincere, be welcomed to the Tempelstadt City Watch. [As he says so, he widens his arms, as if to encompass the whole of the building, its people and everything around it, though you hear some small laughter among the former watchmen]. I apologize for the circumstances you find us in, but you caught us at a bad time."

Lowering his voice quite a bit, though not so much that you would need to strain yourself to hear him, he continues in a jovial manner.
Sesselrink: "If you wish to wet your blade, why don´t you start by eliminating the Schimmelmannen and their leader Kleiner Jan? A gang of thieves, murderers, cuthroats and extortionists, that keep the Red Light District in their tight grip, in more ways than one, draining money from city coffers and its peoples alike.

He looks at you both. _{(Insight 9 to check general mood)}
What do you do?


_{Perception 9 to check on the Richters throughout the scene
Lore 9 for anything noteworthy about the Tempelstadt City Watch, Lore 13 for for specifics
Other possible rolls or information as per discussion.}

Crow posted:

Crow Lore Roll 2d6+3 = 13 > Success against Difficulty 9 (Apologies, should have set a difficulty before hand)
You note that it seems to be just another Richter by the way the person moves, though you note that s/he (you cannot clearly discern a gender) would carry the risk of infection far and wide, especially as blood-splattered as they are. You recall at least two truly dangerous illnesses that are supposedly carried with blood. Both the Red Death, as well as the Wilde Anger, though from your point of view, you cannot say if that person is infected yet. At least it doesn´t seem as if they are angry right now, for a Richter under Wilde Anger might be a terrifying prospect at any time.

_{Perception 9 for anything noticeable about the crowd
Perception 11 for anything noticeable about the Richters
Insight 7 to read the current crowds mood
Lore 7 for common knowledge about diseases
Lore 11 for specifics for either of those two
Other possible rolls or information as per discussion.}

Meanwhile on the Wallerlauf

Crow posted:

The man, now as friendly as any man would be with a dagger in his back,
slowly raises his hands up to his upper body, both of them empty.

You can hear him whisper, despite all those around you.
"Easy there. Wouldn´t want anyone to overreact now, would we."

_{Crow Perception Roll vs 11 -> 2d6+4=6+6(+1)+4=17 O_O[}

Following the path he´s gazing, you note that two of the Richters holding back the crowd at the cordon,
stare intensively in your direction. Are they watching what you do?

Taeral posted:

_{Buergher Defense Roll vs 16 -> 2d6+2 = 4+4+2 = 10; 3+1(Deadliness) damage, he´s hurt.}

In one fluid movement, faster than any eye can follow, you whack him good over the head, and the splitting sound and the blood that spurts from his head wound immediately spurt over everyone. It becomes quickly obvious that he, going down with such a wound, won´t be getting up any time soon. The people around you eye you with caution, fear and dread.

Below, you can hear the quivering pile of flesh that is the screaming buergher, who by now seems to have realized the extent of his wound.