We got some rooms at a reasonable inn. At the Inn was a Goblin that recognised us and claimed to be our biggest fan, this Goblin was called Berberean “Berb” Golbin and began to follow us around. Goldenfang decided to get drunk and whore-y with an Ogre and Goblin of the night, he looked visibly shaken the next morning and muttered something about never speaking of “Hide the Goblin” again; Benny is writing it into a Ballad.
Anthrax has been advised by a couple of Trolls in suits that his presence is required by an old contact of his and Goldenfang’s when they fought in the pits; Punk Troll. Punk Troll ran a pretty seedy nightclub which by Pit standards meant it was a nice place. Apparently Anthrax was supposed to have thrown a fight but doesn’t remember because he was off his face on Nectar which cost this particular Troll Ganglord a lot of money. He told us to take care of a new crimelord is town known as Gaze who was muscling in on the Troll’s turf. Anthrax reluctantly agreed as we didn’t have much else going on anyway.
We went down to some of the fighting pits and noticed a couple of Punk Troll’s Trolls giving some cash to a robed individual. We interrogated the robed individual which involved Anthrax holding the bloke about three feet of the ground, he told us their group operates out of a bar on the waterfront called the Blue Oyster Bar and we found a symbol of an eye on him; he informed us that Gaze has random but reasonably frequent guy that collects the gang’s profits from the bar. Anthrax dropped him and he got a funny look in his eye and walked straight off the edge, falling into one of the active fighting pits… then we went down to the waterfront.
At the bar we got a lot of funny looks, as the place had a decent amount of people in it. It wasn’t exactly bustling but not empty either. I set up at a table with my Wight and Skeletons and the others spread out a bit, with Goldenfang and Anthrax going to the Bar. Goldenfang and Anthrax questioned the Barmaid but for some reason everyone in the bar suddenly went for weapons, although it might be because Anthrax’s form of questioning involves lifting the questionee a few feet into the air.
I was concerned the two behind the bar would duck out through a back or cellar door for backup, so I closed the eighty foot gap, vaulted the bar and pinned one to the wall with my sword, tearing the other’s neck out with a bite. It was then I realised that these were just regular common folk. The fight didn’t last long and everyone in the bar was both; wearing the eye insignia and dead, except for the Barmaid, she was just unconscious.
I began to bring back the least damaged bodies as zombies, sitting them back at their tables, and ordering my skeletons to disguise themselves with the clothing of the thoroughly maimed. The band cleaned up the bar and we set our ambush, waiting for the guy who came for the takings.