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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Nov 4, 2022 14:11:26 GMT -5
The gangs of Suzail have always been prolific and out in force. From the docks, to the outlaying farmland thugs, bandits and ne'er do wells have always been seen. They rarely engage in open hostilities with themselves or the guards, but, the back streets and alleys are usually decorated with the detritius of conflict. Blood, teeth and weapons are frequently found as the sun breaks and illuminates what the darkness had hidden.
Rumours begin to circulate around Suzail of a steady increase in the violence, and the ruthlessness of it, that has been witnessed and cleaned up. There seems to be a new operation in town, or one that has always been here but recently under new leadership, that wears an emblem that depicts an ogre making an obscene hand gesture. They are quickly making a name for themselves as being frighteningly efficient, ruthless and intelligent.
When the gang is operating the guards either seem to be temporarily blinded, or not at all present.
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Nov 9, 2022 5:35:12 GMT -5
Over the past few days large amounts of adventurers are seen coming and going from the Obscene Ogre. The Gang Members are also coming and going. More and more of the local business' are also seen coming and going from the Obscene Ogre.
There definitely seems to be an increase in activity. A lot of chests, containers and bags are also seen being moved in.
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Nov 13, 2022 15:21:04 GMT -5
A larger than normal gathering was seen heading to the Obscene Ogre. All of the normal patrons where ejected from the premises and the building was placed under lockdown by the current owner and his operation.
Hours later, a large collection of people left. One individual left with a large wagon stuffed full of coin, gems and adamantine. So much adamantine.
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Nov 21, 2022 19:27:00 GMT -5
Two figures are seen walking into the Obscene Ogre, underescourt from someone wearing the Street-Dragon colours. One is wearing all black and a super fancy and charming hat and the other seems to be wearing a jesteresque outfit and is glowing a strange hue of pink. A few hours later they both exit the Ogre, without escort.
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Nov 29, 2022 15:23:12 GMT -5
Salt could be tasted on the tongue as the winds rolled off from the water, howling it's way around the warehouses and establishments present on the docks of Suzail. The inhabitants of the docks pulled their cloaks tighter and carried on their day. It made no difference to them, did it? They lived it every day.
The hulking figure of Griz "The Obscene Ogre" Evenwood could be seen strolling across the docks, hand in hand with Cella of the Ogre. Cella was wearing one of the uniforms of Griz's gang and she looked content and happy, for the first time in a long time. Griz had his two large, baseball bat sized shilleagh hanging from his belt. They where almost a trademark now. People often saw them before him. They stopped off at random stalls to buy food, drinks and various perishables.
They could also be seen approaching the working girls and guys of the docks, the ones prone to make a living laying down, for what seemed like business discussions. They approached them all, but; they seemed to prioritise the ones who looked like they had been beaten or had otherwise had a rough time. Griz would always wait a ways away while Cella approached the girls to converse with them quietly. Griz was only seen involving himself if anybody gave either Cella, or the working folk, any trouble. His prsence alone was enough to dissaude most trouble makers, however.
By the time their walk around had come to an end, the Ogres "bed side staff" had increased by a strong sixty percent... and a few of the previous handlers where nursing facial injuries.
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Dec 3, 2022 12:17:43 GMT -5
On a cold, wet morning a group of suzail guards can be seen outside the Obscene Ogre. They were talking with the ogre like proprietor who had a happy look on his face. He had his thumbs hooked in his belt as he discussed matters. Some of his employees where stood outside with him, quietly observing what was happening.
After a few moments, two of the employees walked away with the guards towards the nearest barracks for questioning. Griz watched them leave with a neutral expression on his face before he vanished from sight. Did he enter the Ogre? Who knows.
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Dec 15, 2022 7:20:51 GMT -5
The entirety of the Obscene Ogre Gang, the street-dragons, where sat in the back room of the ogre. The thick, sweet smell of cigars hung heavy in the room which looked like a pea soup fog. One-Two had been released from his questioning with no charges raised. He was sat, staring intently at his hands. A madness about his eyes as he clenched and unclenched his fists. The large figure of Griz was sat in his large, high back chair and Madam Cella was sat on his lap. He had his left arm around her, his hand rest on her hip, while a large stogie was held in his right. The Wizard of Odds was at the table poking through his books, as he does, while Ponyboy and Baby-Face sat quietly together in quiet discussion. Twiggy paced around the room tapping his left hand thumb against his thigh while he used the right to smoke a cigar. The group was sat in mostly silence, just enjoying a silent moment.
Their silent reverie was occasionally broken by whimpering, crying or moaning coming from under the floorboards. Each time a sound was heard, Twiggy walked over to a specific spot and stamped his feet before uttering "Shut up ya cretin or al find a bigger rat!". The noises immediately stopped at the threat and the room chuckles to itself.
Griz eventually spoke to the room:
We have done well so far. Managing to take Suzail from that fat b*$&£^d as easily as we did is a blessing in itself. We have also consolidated the working girls to our wing, under Cella, which is increasing our profit. The Wizard is also running the bookies, making us a small fortune. For the moment, everything is going well... a little to well. I do not trust it. We cannot become complacent or we will have the likes of Slinger and Harp moving in on us. Which is laughable.
Stage one, though, was a success, and you can all take a few days to see your loved ones and celebrate because soon... stage two starts... and that is going to get messy, more than likely. But we will come through the other side successful - all of us. We have all been through far to much together to fall at this hurdle. I have your backs and I know you have mine and we need to rely on that loyalty because soon recruitment starts properly and with new faces... comes new problems. So keep your eyes open.
If any of you still want to hang around and bunk here, feel free. Just keep me posted as to what your plans are. Me and Cella will be holding things down here for a while, might event take some time to play at being a real couple - go for some drinks and dancing. Who knows? Anyway, dismissed lads. See ya soon.
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Post by darthweasel on Feb 5, 2023 23:49:05 GMT -5
A healers rounds.
Per her talk with Griz, Ash enters the establishment to tend to any medical needs the working girls may have.
One may have the corruption of illness removed. Others tended to by more mundane needs. And a bit of healing hands.
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Post by darthweasel on Feb 10, 2023 18:56:42 GMT -5
Another round of checks for healing needs.
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Feb 10, 2023 19:13:09 GMT -5
Another round of checks for healing needs. A few girls report some minor, industry related maladies but there are no signs of violence or otherwise harsh treatment that individuals who work in such a career may come to suffer from. They are happy for Ashdi to heal/help them and chat idly with her as they wait. |
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Post by darthweasel on Feb 10, 2023 23:02:54 GMT -5
No expense is spared for the needs to be met. (Can deal with the gold in game sometime)
Near mastery of using the mundane methods as well as a touch of divine as needed.
During small talk she brings up a that she has another healer on retainer should it be needed. She also passes on any beauty tips they seem interested in.
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Post by The Bard Darkharp on Feb 11, 2023 1:41:53 GMT -5
Alyster Darkharp has been for well over a decade now, a fixture at the Obscene Ogre for a few days each moon. Even though he is known to be an individual of higher means, he still slums it in the first room on the right. He often reads there for hours, or sometimes spends time hidden away writing there. He is long familiar with the staff and although often present he doesn't seem to eat the food or drink the drink, if one observes long enough. He occasionally entertains, various visitors in the room, but those visitors are never the working girls of the Obscene Ogre, with them he is a perfect gentleman. While other men leer at the girls, the Bard spends more time engaging in gossip with them and other patrons. He spends a significant amount of time with the merchant who rents a room in the back hall, and they seem fairly friendly with one another. He can sometimes be found lingering near the Ogre by night, smoking his pipe as he wanders the nearby streets and alleyways when he steps out for air during his time rooming at the Ogre.
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Post by freezn on Feb 21, 2023 17:06:21 GMT -5
Since returning to Cormyr, Meesha Grimm has been seen setting up shop on the strip of grass just outside the Ogre on the way to the Bull. She lays out pink pillows and roses, her table is anointed with drinks, fresh fruit and her many paints and brushes. And lastly, before she settles into her position on the bench, she places her sign, proclaiming her intent to offer free "beautification" services. Then she settles in, exchanging small talk with those passing by until a collection of working girls (and maybe even gents should they happen along), starts to gather around her. With all the skills honed in a youth spent in luxury and unbearable hours spent amongst the more vain inside the Alizarin Academy, Meesha sets to work cleaning up those who come to visit her. She washes their faces properly before moisturizing, applying foundation, concealer, high lighting those features meant to allure and minimizing those that might drive potential customers away. All the while she puts on a friendly and polite face, joining the girl's in their complaints about the day, the clientele, and whatever else ails them. She doesn't lead the conversations anywhere in particular, seemingly content to let the girls be at ease. She places flowers in their hair, allows them to drink or eat to their hearts content as they wait and for those interested, she teaches them how to speak more eloquently, providing them the edge they might need for more... sophisticated clients.
If ever the enchantress notices she is being watched by those not partaking in her services, she would simply smile, making eye contact as she gives her little finger wave. If she just so happened to seemingly point these individuals out to the girls, and make whispered insults or comments about how creepy or unseemly these individuals were, surely it was only to partake in harmless gossiping.
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Post by The Bard Darkharp on Feb 22, 2023 11:31:12 GMT -5
Alyster observes Meesha’s activities as he passes through the area, he himself fraternizing with the working women of the docks, albeit around the fringe of the area, not in the open street and market. He spends time gossiping with the ladies of the evening and resident street urchins near the grocery stalls, making casual conversation with the merchants, and undergoing his normal information gathering routines in Suzail.
At times he stops into the ogre to rub elbows with the lowest element of the Suzail docks, but he steers well away from the Prancing Bull during these forays through the area.
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Post by darthweasel on Feb 23, 2023 14:24:35 GMT -5
Ye verily Ash does another round of healing for the workers of the establishment.
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Mar 3, 2023 18:16:26 GMT -5
Over the coming tendays punters of the Obscene Ogre can see the Very Good Cormyte Construction Company moving supplies in and out of the Ogre and, if they follow the company inside, they are begining to measure up the place for upcoming renovations.
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Post by The Bard Darkharp on Mar 3, 2023 21:08:35 GMT -5
Alyster Darkharp leans against an alley wall across from the establishment, watching the activity. He nods in silent approval as he sees the men wheeling in the floor tiles.
"Finally"
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Post by freezn on Mar 4, 2023 3:08:03 GMT -5
Like a finicky mother hen, on the days that Meesha Grimm drops by she can be seen and heard harassing the poor workers of the very Good Cormyte Construction Company. She fusses over the quality of the materials, the speed at which the crew works, and where supplies should be stored. More often than not she finds her way to the along the side of the crew supervisor or foreman whom she incessantly demands verify and double check the crew's measurements, as well as look over their plans so as to ensure no "mistakes" occur in the proper use of materials or layout.
If ever a complaint should arise, she responds very crisply that if they have a problem with her, they are "free to speak to Mister Evenwood regarding her presence," before turning back to whatever new issue she decided to hassle the crew on.
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Post by freezn on Mar 16, 2023 14:21:40 GMT -5
A few nights throughout the tenday Meesha ends her bickering and fussing over the Very Good Cormyte Construction Company's progress, and proceeds to linger closer to the Ogre still. She wanders outside and finds a place near the strip of grass and the tree nearby where she begins decorating to her own tastes. Fresh flowers are set about in bundles, a well crafted table is placed out of the way of the road. The sorceress sets out drinks of far better quality than what is offered inside the mess of a tavern, and even provides fresh fruit. Then she places up her sign offering free "beauty services" to any who so desire.
Thus she spends her time deep into the night, fixing up women's hair, highlighting men's cheekbones, teaching them how to apply paints so as to enhance their natural assets. All the while she talks of little things, distracting them with light topics and frivolous matters so as to keep those who work throughout the night distracted from the woes of their life.
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