City-of-Rumors-and-Favors

This is the main landing page for City of Rumors and Favors, a game using Sharps of the Knife as the rules.

Here we will record the characters and key events.

Characters

Munawara Grana, the Berudine Mercenary (Regular Guy)

Statistics/ Background
Munawara Grana	'Origin': Berudine: Luck 9, Vigor 12
	Occupation: Mercenary
	Escapades: Relationship with the Captain of the Queen's halberdiers; Lost his inheritance on a game of Senet; Nearly was taken by a Djinn; Watched his siblings get eaten by trolls...
	Explanatory Paragraphs: "Are you sure of this choosing EmGee? It is quite a bit to wager." EmGee smiles, knows his play will defeat all others at the table. He lightly pats the other man on the forearm. "We will be very rich after this game..." The music softens but the entertainment continues to circle the table. EmGee looks around to see the room quieting as murmurs and prying eyes try to guess his next move. He can see money change hands under each table as side bets become the name of the game. He nods nearly imperceptibly. Both sets of pawns, positioned perfectly on the board, awaiting the opponents next move. What happened next depends on who you ask. 'I heard that...' generally predicates the explanation. Some stories say the opponent had used an additional pawn, others say that EmGee had overplayed his hand. Both stories do give detail of the table being flipped over, knives drawn, and a stream of curses that would make some too embarrassed to reveal that they even know words of that type. Some accounts give that a Sacred Dancer immediately began to tear up, some have the Dancer running and screaming from the room. Either way, EmGee had lost a substantial fortune and many now fear his wrath. The tattoos and scarification surrounding Munawara Grana's eyes are more than simple adornments. They are years of torture and sacrifice that he has endured. Well, that's the story he tells. As he laid on the shaman's table for his rite into adulthood, many children began to gather to watch. One little might sneak out to grab his older brother who in turn would run to grab their father and so on. As the ceremony began, Munawara noticed the crowd gathering. "All of these scars each tell the story of demons I have defeated in my youth. Although there is still one that lives among us that I have not collected." Ooohs and gasps bring a hush to the crowd as dozens begin to draw nearer. "I will tell this story as best as I can remember as I was only a child in those days." "Father had sent me to the village to collect feed for our animals. Along the narrow and steep road I met a simple farmer who was also going over the mountain into town. He offered me a ride on his wagon and said he needed to travel into the village for other items as well." "We had travelled for some time making small talk until we met a mysterious person also on the road heading in our direction. A heavy and dark robe covered this person's face. The farmer looked to me and I shrugged. He asked the stranger where they were headed and a long bony finger came from the sleeve an simply pointed in our continuing direction. I noticed sores and other maladies upon this hand and I moved closer to the farmer clutching at his jacket. Nevertheless, the person was offered a ride and climbed into the very rear of the wagon. It was only then did we notice the large burlap sack the figure carrying. Swinging the sack over its shoulder it landed in the wagon and a sickened thud and a sullen squish..." The crowd, silent, creeps a single step forward. Munawara smiles. His pace becomes faster. "The farmer and I immediately exchanged glances and noticed a red liquid stain beginning to spread upon the bag. I nervously begin to nod, and as a youth at this age, I became very frightened. I could only assume this to be..." EmGee whispers, "a djinn." Gasps are heard throughout the crowd and many begin to clutch at personal religious tokens and icons. "Of course the next next thing I experienced was the smell. The stench of rot and decay began to fill the wagon and spiraled around the traveler. The farmer noticed it as well and whipped the horses into a faster cadence. As we traveled quickly, I could only imagine the djinn had taken a life to join our world and began the collection of those who owed a debt. Were those heads in the bag??? Scared, I turned to look at the back of the figure only to notice that it was gone. The only remaining item in the wagon was this travelers sack. By now, the stench of decay was unbearable and the farmer stopped the wagon." His rite and tattooing almost complete, Munawara began to bring the story to a close. "With his long stick, the farmer prodded the bag. The tip became deep red. He slowly pushed me behind the wagon itself but I wanted to the see the sack and it's contents. I climbed under the rung on the wheel and watched the farmer. He slowly swallowed and with a bravery I had yet seen in my age, he opened the sack." Another gasp from the crowd brings the throng in closer. "The stench overcame him and he retched behind the wagon. As he dumped the contents, I could see what we feared most..." He waited until the scarification was complete. He arose slowly with a slight trickle of blood dripping down his forehead. "...Three rotten heads of cabbage and a dozen squashed beets." A roar of laughter rolls through the crowd. "Our 'djinn' was a sickly farmer who was trying to sell off the last of his harvest..." Regular Guy (talk) Tending to the horses as a young man, Munawara suddenly noticed his younger brother Sabawoon was missing. He collected a torch and set off in the direction of the western caves. Slight footprints could be seen trampling over the dunes and around the small creek bed. EmGee noticed a slight trickle beginning to run downhill, but nothing to make father aware of. His father had trained him to track larger animals through the desert, but this was something completely different. Munawara had a taste for the hunt, especially after the first shot had been fired, but now he was hunting for his little brother. The stress was different, the air was different, his emotions began to run their course and refuse to let him think objectively. Stop. He dips his hands in the water and dries them quickly on his smock. Concentrating on the air and heat around him he exhales slowly and opens his eyes. West. The time seemed to stretch as he walked further towards the caves on the horizon. As it always does in the desert, one step closer seems like one step further away. Arriving at the mountain, Munawara sits in the shade and sips from his water slowly. Any solace from the sun was always welcome, even if it is in the belly of the draw. He knows where this trail leads. Berudine myth calls this the Mountain of the Trolls. Thought to be only 'ghost stories' to keep inattentive children in their tents at night, EmGee clasps at his dagger and waits for the sun to sink before setting off again. With a quick flick of his flint, he lights the torch and begins his trek in the direction of the footprints. Climbing and grasping for each step, he suddenly hears a shrill scream. Too human for a goat, too piercing for another animal, Munawara quickens his pace. At the next finger in the mountain, he feels a large rush of stinking humid air coming for the bowels of the mountain. Loud grunting, followed by a sickening crunch, and then a final ear piercing wail, breaks through the silence. Munawara extinguishes the torch and crawls to the opening in the earth. A gargantuan creature is seen ripping a small body into pieces and then devouring them whole. A second monster bites down on the lower half of... EmGee gasps! As a the second creature smashes an enormous boulder on the pile of flesh, Munawara has only enough time to recognize the meat as his younger brother Sabawoon. Terrified, EmGee slinks behind a boulder and begins to vomit. The next thing he remembers is waking up cold and shivering with sharp pains in his stomach. He refuses to look into the cave, but his curiosity piques over his fear. Nothing. No fire. No smoke. No monsters. No rush of air. Did he imagine this?? A single and very slight drop of what looks like blood is the only thing the Munawara can find remaining of Sabawoon.
	Favor : None
	Gear/ Load: Stomach Pains; a sword, a pistol, a shield, a chain byrnie, a flask of wine, a bag of silver lunars, two small daggers, a flint and steel, a belt and bandoleer of ammunition, robe/scarf/hooded smock
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