| From: | "Davidson, Chris" <Christopher.Davidson@***.BOEING.COM> |
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| Subject: | Eye of the Pharaoh |
| Date: | Mon, 21 Dec 1998 11:27:55 -0800 |
Key players....
Mr. Prophecy: The Johnson who starts it all.
French Fry: Owner of French Fry's Bar & Girls. Where all action starts in Seattle.
Zied al-Din Sabr: A stealthy Egyptian saboteur...looking to loot the pyramid & the
runners.
The Runners:
Karma: Friendly neighborhood Razor Girl.
Chameleon: He's something...not sure what. :)
Batu: The short lil' koroburku who just recently learned to drive!
Rancid: Orc Ganger
Swan: Yet another razor girl (let's hope they don't start a band...)
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This is not going to be an exact copy of the happening of the adventure...if I went and
did that, you'd all be bored to tears...I'm going to be putting the background plot along
with it, to add flavor. :)
All these runners have been playing for a while...and have had time to build up some karma
and fundage, so they aren't green horns. Some notes you'll need to know about my
campaign...gasworks Park has been turned into a museum, one of the toughest and biggest
museums in the area. It houses all the really valuable treasures of the world...Mona Lisa
(it actually survived) some Picassos etc...Maximum Security. Bainbridge Island has become
the Island of the Trolls...because of 95% troll population. From previous
campaigns...French Fry used to be my main mage...until he had a demon do some funky things
with his head, and mentally convinced him that he was a burn out mage....when in fact, he
is a 7th level initiate...with some really bad ass spells. French Fry has had many o'
incarnations of French Fry's Bar & Girls, from the greasy little whole in the wall, to
the fancy night club that it currently stands as. He is very wealthy, and is not scared
to die, which he has proved a!
few times...sending off a force 10 hellblast in his bar one night, because he was tired
of gangers starting fight there, so he was going to take them out...along with himself and
anybody else in the area. Not only did he not die...he didn't even take drain from it,
which surprised him as much as it did me. So he runs around totally convinced he'll die
if he ever cast magic again...always seeming to pull through.
Mr. Prophecy is a corporate raider of a company called PatchWorks. PatchWorks is a
company mostly comprised of deckers, that hire themselves out to other companies and find
and patch all the security holes in computers systems. Mr. Prophecy actually knows nearly
nothing about computers, he's just the business man end of the company, but one of his
deckers brings him an interesting find in one of the old data stores to a museum that they
happen to be checking out.
He looks over the data...and sees that it's basically the translation to an old scroll
that the museum found a few years back. It's had to deal with one of the museum's pieces
that they have just recently acquired...the Eye of the Pharaoh. Legend has it, that the
eye was actually a key to one of the pyramids in Egypt....and in the pyramid, was
something that could change the balance of power on this planet forever...or so the legend
said. This was kinda inciting to Prophecy. He had to have it, so he called up one of his
aquantences...French Fry. No one knew French Fry's real name, not that it mattered,
everyone knew who he was. He ran one of the elite clubs in the city, called French Fry's
Bar & Girls, which was the place you went, if you didn't want to be listened in on.
Prophecy calls French Fry's Bar & Girls....and arranges to use one of the meeting
rooms on a Friday night. Being 6 days away, he puts the word out on the streets that he
is looking for some talented runners to take on a job. Some of his street contacts come
back with a list of runners, and Prophecy has them messages sent to them all to show up at
French Fry's Bar & Girls on Friday night at 10:00, with instructions to ask for Mr.
Prophecy.
Out of the 8 runners contacted...5 showed up. Karma, Batu, Chameleon, Rancid, and Star.
At first glance, Prophecy thought that they were all muscle...and not sure they could
handle the job.
As they all finally got settled down with drinks, and finally got done with their stare
down at each other...he began. "I've been told by certain people on the streets that
all of your reputations are very high. That you are forces to be reckoned with (okay,
he's laying it on a bit thick ). I need people that are willing to do whatever it takes
to get the job done. The group gives each other the once over again... This first job is
a test...if you succeed, then there will be more to come...with a big payday. But
first...if you accomplish the test, 10,000¥ to all of you that come back. Then we
will talk about the future. At that, Batu, speaks up with a thick Japanese accent
"Hmmmm...wat exactly is test?".
<Prophecy>: I'm glad you asked. I need a certain artifact that is being held in
Gasworks Museum.
<Rancid>: You want us to break into a measly museum? Shesh....
Prophecy smirks at that...
<Batu>: Sooo, wat is ahtifct dat you want from mseum?
<Prophecy>: I want a stone, shaped like a key. It has a large gem on one end of
it. It is called the Eye of the Pharaoh.
<Swan>: So what's this eye thingy do anyway.
<Prophecy>: Let's not worry about things like that...just go and get it, bring it
back to me here on Sunday night...and we'll talk about your next job.
<Batu>: Oh...Mr. Prophecy...how bout, insted of money...you just teach me how
drive.
Prophecy looks confused, but eventually agree's to Batu's fee.
That's it for now folks...next post...the assault on the museum.
Chris Davidson
CSRC Analist DWS
"Don't just do something...stand there!"
