SLA Industries: Hunting the Machine

[Roman Totale]

/listening intently for the aforementioned "Squirrel's Arsehole"

[The Shutting Downs]

How close can I get to the door from outside without being completely obvious?

[deject]

How close can I get to the door from outside without being completely obvious?

10km

[Dog Pants]

Depends how good at hiding you are. By hanging around alleyways, say 30m.

[The Shutting Downs]

Sneaking roll:

Roll(2d10)+2:
5,6,+2
Total:13

[Dog Pants]

You quietly scoot over and secrete yourself in a shadowy and junk filled alcove in the wall of the bar. Hide roll?

[The Shutting Downs]

Roll(2d10)+2:
5,2,+2
Total:9

oops...

To be fair, how hard is it for a Stormer in huge armour to hide?

[Dog Pants]

Well, pretty hard in theory, but the rules don't cater for it. You can't see anyone looking at any rate.

[The Shutting Downs]

Doesn't mean they aren't.

How close to the door am I now then? Just so I know how long it'll take to storm in when the Squirrel's Arsehole is mentioned.

[Dog Pants]

Not far, five meters. The entrance kind of juts out a little and leaves two relatively deep indents where it joins the other walls.

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/dwarf fortress

[Dog Pants]

[Joose]

OK, Disguise roll:

Roll(2d10)-3:
1,5,-3
Total:3

...shite.

I'll make a detect roll too, see what I can spy in the way of weapons on the military types, anything interesting about the loner, etc:

Roll(2d10)+0:
10,5,+6
Total:21

If I'm honest, I would have preferred those rolls the other way around

[Dog Pants]

The loner looks a bit down and out, certainly nothing more than that. The military types all have the telltale bulges of concealed sidearms, and probably not CAF by the looks of it.

[Joose]

I'll order a pint. I'll then glance nervously at the army types and the gangsters, like I'm trying to find a friendly face. Finally, I'll look over to the bloke by himself, look relieved, and order a drink for him too.

Presuming that goes smoothly, I'll sit down at the table with the loner, and introduce myself, all friendly like. Not *too* friendly, I don't want to give him the wrong idea.



I'm not Dirk, after all.

[Dog Pants]

The bloke is pretty hammered, but seems friendly enough. Unlike the other patrons who are giving off a distinctly hostile vibe.

Howsiggoin frien. Name'sh Paddy. Not sheen you 'ere fore? You new Shnapper r summin? Nahhhh, you'sh okay. Thanksh for the drin' buddy, mush preeshated.

[Roman Totale]

I'm not Dirk, after all.

That's why the ladies love me!

[Joose]

Nah, im just passing through and felt the need to wet my whistle. Not sure I picked the friendliest place though, what's with these guys?

[Dog Pants]

He looks conspiratorial and leans in.

Ahhhhh. Thashit you shee. They'sh not jusht anyone. Shnappers are, erm, mershunarries. Thash what ya call 'em. Fight for Johannash. Or KT. Or wurrever.

He puts his finger to his lips and settles back with an approximation of a knowing look on his craggy face.

[Dog Pants]

[Dog Pants]