Jack Dawton

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The thread is closed... so this is a little quick and dirty since I can't quote or edit + ctrl c.

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Character Name: Jack Dawton, Street Urchin.
Race: 'I'm a little boy, guv'nor.'
Class(es): 'Never attended none, not that I know anyhow'
Description of Character Build: Slight, slim, a touch dirty, and prickly as a pear. Rogue, rogue, rogue and a dash of rogue with some rogue on the side.

'He was a snub-nosed, flat-browed, common-faced boy enough; and as dirty a juvenile as one would wish to see; but he had about him all the airs and manners of a man. He was short of his age: with rather bow-legs, and little, sharp, ugly eyes. His hat was stuck on the top of his head so lightly, that it threatened to fall off every moment--and would have done so, very often, if the wearer had not had a knack of every now and then giving his head a sudden twitch, which brought it back to its old place again. He wore a man's coat, which reached nearly to his heels. He had turned the cuffs back, half-way up his arm, to get his hands out of the sleeves: apparently with the ultimated view of thrusting them into the pockets of his corduroy trousers; for there he kept them. He was, altogether, as roystering and swaggering a young gentleman as ever stood four feet six, or something less, in the bluchers.'

A life on the streets.

Jack was never right sure who his father was, fer sure. He grew up in Little Atton, just above the docks and his mother worked the blarney street, twas a nice life, ta be sure, until a dosy dockworker named Bern became her sweethearted lout, a trollish man who'd throw him out on the streets, shiverin' in the cold. But at least he had the sense to dodge him when 'e was drunk, his poor mother Betsy Dawton didn't, and ended up with her 'ead stove in. The roaring drunk Bern didn' even realize what he'd done, shouting for Betsy to come into the other room. I fixed him good, I did. Real good. It were just a fire, who knew? After that, Dawton was on the streets, living with the Fishhouse Crew, a motley gang of urchins and ragamuffins led by the redoubtable Sarah, who sent her crew out each day on a series of activities and ensured everyone even the littlest were fed each night-time. Then one of the littles, Drains, saw something he shouldn't have, and later that night the Fishhouse was raided. Sarah managed to get everyone out the secret river exit, but Sarah died, and that was the end o' the Fishhouse Crew. The Brek Street Mob took in young Dawton, already seeing promise as a cut-purse and
Pick-Pocket
filchey, but tha group had none of the camaraderie that the Crew had posessed, and eventually broke up when the lead boy, Bent Soamey, joined up with the Kirling Brotherhood, and as the enforcers turned up to pick up the rest of the children, sorting those who were useful from those as were useless and turfing the latter into the street, Jack slunk out of a kitchener's exit, for it was the Kirlings who had broke up the Fishhouse Crew, and no matter what happened to him, he could nev'r work fer the canal street frauds.

Now where were we? Ah, yes. The Flophouse. At sum time or ano'ter, all urchins had ended up at the Flophouse, a derelicted warehouse over by tha north side, that was kind of an urchin safehouse, where the Greenarm Gang kept beds and a little food for those who 'ad no home to call their own. The Greenarms were a mob of the best pockets and sneaks in the 'ole of Fairhaven, and their leader, Green Willy, made sure that they helped out the less fortunate urchins in Fairhaven, claiming it was the source of his legendary luck. Whatever the reasons, here
The nickname he thought of as his own, the one that fit him like a glove was the one Sarah and only Sarah had called him, back with the Fishhouse Crew. Jack Dawton, the Artful Dodger, she had called him, and then laughed with that silvery way she had that no-one else could ever sound like, that he'd never hear again.
Perilous Jack Dawton, as the Brek Street Mob had called him, found his way on that lonely night. He was still lairing in the Flophouse, getting odd looks from the Greenarm bouncers, who didn't like anyone staying there too long, six months later when he got word that something weird was going on... some big meeting or something...

Jack has learned all the skills needed for survival on the streets of Fairhaven, picking, prospecting, snatching, and planting. Like all the urchins, he knows the city's little allyways and forgotten byways far better than the back of his hand, and many a time it has proven the edge he needs to escape a particularly tenacious pursuer, but more than that he knows all the personalities of the non-Kirling underground from ol' Mcgormick the Leg-Breaker, thug-for-hire, to Griat the Velanese Fortune Teller, who'll also slip in a few rumours and 'truths' for a copper coin, to

The Madame of a local brothel, the Gilded Peacock

Madame Vespa, who'll always give a sympathetic ear to man (or boy's) troubles, and usually knows what's going down. But more, what the artful dodger offers to a criminal organization is, *leans in closer* logistics.

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Shimmy's Knife

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Something like that is a specialty item not something used commonly and only by someone with a lot of money. While you can't be sure, the only "people" who might use it would be the "Praetor". Local legends of a sort, rumors whispered by drunken nobles or older denizens of Fairhaven. Over the years of the cities existence creatures not normally found in civilized surface settlements have carved out a niche in the underbelly of the old city. not using game terms but you get the point Floating eyes, Braineaters, shapshifters, darklings and other foul creatures from the bowels of the earth. You have heard them called the Praetor but where to find them (as if you would want to) is unknown and you can't imagine anyone selling ktalla spores. Such things even in fairhaven warrant a death sentence. If anyone is brining the stuff in they are the most likely candidates.

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Are the Praetor connected to the Kirling Brotherhood? No the praetor are boogymen for the majority of the city few realize how real they are. Do the Praetor hate the Greb? No one knows they have thier own goals. Do the greb hate the Praetor? Only some greb even know they exist, momma knows very little about them other than rumors. What do the Praetor think of the Stile? No one knows Are there any poisoners in the city who use Praetor-sold poisons to achieve their works? If they do it is not known Is there anyone in the city with access to Praetor goods who'd have something against the urchins and/or the greb? The praetor are pretty vile, if they are behind it the motive is not obvious. Foistering a war between Green Willy and the Greb, who'd benefit there? Wouldn't be much of a war, the greb numbers in maybe a thousand or more, the more direct result would be trouble with workers int he areas where Goblins are the majority of the work force, some ships, and the smelly areas. Is there anyone who knows Big Barry and would be likely to do that? Requires investigation, no one off the top of your head. Also, who would pay Jack to know that there are some Stiles in the city? Not counting the Kirlings. The rumourmongers etc. Military people. People who like to be in the know. Anyone not associated with them, information is a valuable resource.

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Who /would/ know about the Praetor? They are the stuff of old wives tales, monsters from bards songs and things that civilized people would prefer to think do not exist, at least not in a city such as this. However few would know anything of them as an organization. They are boogymen and monsters. Praetor is a name like Triad or mob for a group most people know nothing about. If people know about them to any extent they are likely involved somehow so it would be restricted to contacts and operative they use and powerful persons who have encountered them. I'm using Praetor as a blanket term. Who would suffer from losing the greb as a workforce? Shipping crews use goblins extensively on the docks and on ships for the less desireable work many ships have crews that are 50% goblins they eat less take up less room and don't mind what other sailors would considers dismal condions. A lot? The tannery and other stinky buisinesses would suffer most as not all goblins on ships are greb but nearly all goblin workers in freehaven are. And who are the enemies of those who would suffer most? (very broad, I know, sorry). in the cutthroat world of business anyone selling goods that could be impacted by the trouble would gain if they could avoid similar issues. Are there any poisoners in the city that jack knows about? (knowledge roll?) Known prisoners tend to end up on Gallow, good ones don’t get caught so while there are a few street level people who might use things like paralysis poisons and such from alchemists of ill repute something like this would be like using a hand grenade in a liquor store robbery. Out of those poisoners, which are the most expensive/most elite/most likely to use odd and powerful poisons for their goals? There was a Drow years ago who was killing merchants with some vile poison that turned the skin of his victims to slime. He was never caught they called him “Devilsin” But that wasn’t his given name. You were young but there was a huge dust up over it and crack down on anyone dealing with such materials. Who would know about poisons/poisoners? The old brotherhood remnants would have had the most open access to such things since they ran the city for the most part and had tendrils into everything. Rumourmongers wouldn't give away their contacts unless they were threatened or bribed. You have a few ideas on people you could talk to and see if anyone has heard anything, something like this people would not want to be associated with so you might have to pony up some money and even then you won’t get any admissions only “so I heard and word on the street” Plus they will likely consider this something to get your neck stretched over. Who out of those who'd like to know, is the least likely to snitch him? (I.E. Those powerful enough, rich enough, who don't care about him enough to know who he is, those he can easily dupe using others to deliver the information.) Bored nobles who are privy to information but like to stir up trouble for no other reason than to amuse themselves. Generally cagey and likeing to feel they are guiding events such nobles often sell information just for the thrill of it. Sir Quilton is one you have heard of but he is expensive and not easy to reach or talk to. Using only those unlikely to snitch him, about how much money can he make? (Whether it's worth the risk) He being the poisoner? That all depends on who hired him and what the goal is, and if they decide to get rid of him afterwards to break all ties. Think hired assassin here how much can they make? Depends on who wants whom dead.

Barry:

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Originally Posted by Broken Crestfallen and defeated Barry starts his story. "Yea ok hmm Lookit I had ta find somewhere ta go, I'm gittin too old for greenarms and needs ta find a new crew." He looks up a second glancing back down at the floor quickly after finding no compassion in those staring at him. "Gregir and his buddy Kluh told me they could git me in a crew down in Enders, alls I needed ta do was nix tha pouch from the goblin runner. He was down in Krakens Hole drinkin and they had some fine smokes what let me sees in the dark. So I jes waited under the Meat shop where they tolds me he would pass, bash im in the head and took the pouch. Only Gregir and Kluh werent too happy wit it and beat me up told me ta git out and neva show me face again in enders or they'd kill me..After I come back tot he flop house the arms grabbed me afta a little while and thats when you came in jack...Things get fuzzy afta that......" His voice trails off, he doesn't look up.

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Originally Posted by On Gregir "Uhm well he was taller than me and strong lookin, long light colored hair talked like he was from the south. Has a big scar on his arm" He runs his finger along the bicep of his right arm. "missing some teeth, word a heavy duster. He is always at the Kraken usually with Kluh." He adds with a quick glance filled with hope.

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Originally Posted by Which Crew? Ol' Sherpish's Crew "They do strong arm work around Enders....don't think the group has a name...Work for Ol' Sherpish at the docks.." Barry mumbles.

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Who are 'Gregir' and 'Kluh'? Muscle heads from down south in enders run. What gang do they run with? Whoever hires them that day or muggin folks What is Enders? Dock district south of Verdis most of the non human citizens live there. How many gangs are there in Enders? Groups of various types, orcs, gnolls, goblins all sorts of small groups work burglary, extortion and the like. Where is Krakens Hole? It is a large tavern in Ender's run. Which gangs hang out there? Not so much a gang hangout but the major watering hole for the dock workers. Does it have anything to do with the Praetor? not that you have ever heard Does Jack know what 'Fine Smokes' are? Cigars most likely Darkvision powder? Could be Got anything to with the Praetor? Unknown

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Favour Table

Favours Owed:

Small favours owed:

Owe ol' Welliam the second story man one small favour for telling me about Big Barry's girlfriend and where he came from.
Owes Shimmy for the loan o' his knife.
Owes Nimru the fortune teller information worth 10gp.
Owes Matreska the Valian for hiding him when the 'trollers were after him.
Owes Riprap for backing him up in a confrontation with some rats.
Owes Patroller Valescu a lunch.
Owes Mern the bread merchant in the north quarter six loaves of bread.
Owes Somerset and his bunch a favour
Owes Brother Paullus at the Pelorian Mission for a night out of the rain and a few coppers.
Owes a young urchin daredevil named Malarney for covering him when his luck went sour one night.
Owes Talfor the Greb six gold pieces.




Medium Favours Owed:

Owes Green Willy for taking him in and offering him a lieutenant's spot.
x4

Large Favours Owed:

x1


Favours:

Small Favours:

x10

Medium Favours:

x0

Large Favours:

Big Barry owes Jack his life.

rejakor,

WW asked me to help develop a number of the local organizations and integrate local characters and characters with local connections.

Please give me a quick rundown on who you (character) are, where you've been and where you're going; I'll provide some suggestions including developing contacts and locations based on your input.

Thanks.

Most of what you need to know is in my first post in this thread - that I just edited. In 'background'.

As for the rest:

Contacts: Various. The Artful Dodger knows everyone and everybody. I could make a list, but it'd take a while and infringe far too much on setting. Like, Jack Dawten knows most underworld peoples, at least those friendly to urchins and street children/not above buying the occasional filched goods/ those not immune to his not somewhat inconsiderable charms and ability to get into places he really shouldn't be.

Locations: Umm, again, various. The Dodger is a bit of a personality, and he gets around. I'm not saying he has a web of spies in every endeavour, but he gets to know people, and those people know people, and those people know people... etc. Probably the most affiliated location at the moment would be the Flophouse, given more information on in the background up there. ^

Where he is: Currently, lairing in the flophouse and planning/hoping/wishing some way to make the money to get Sarah raised from the dead by the priests of Nerull. He has spend roughly six months there, moping and chasing up information, eventually getting clued in that people can be raised from the dead if sufficient moolah and chutzpa can be obtained.

Yars. Anyway, specific questions are better, cause I don't want to write out the whole background again. ^_^

Oh yes. I mentioned a custom feat. This is it, and it is meant to represent Jack Dawton's contacts in the city.

Kustom Feat:

Ear to the Street

Benefit
While in a city that you have been living in for at least as many days as the DC of the Gather Information check you are seeking to make, you may make one gather information check per day that does not require you to spend the appropriate amount of time gathering information from sources as long as you spend at least that amount of time moving through the city on other tasks.

Normal
You must spend several hours and a few gold pieces to gather information, amount of time and money may increase as the DC's increase.

Largely unfinished, but here you go: Jack Dawton.

Make a list. It may need modification, but will serve as a guideline for us.

Infringe away, if it pleases you. That's the sort of thing I was looking for from the locals.

Your contact list may be consolidated into an Affiliation.

I'd particularly like to see details on the other urchins. You'd have a lot of freedom creating this group.

Remember there is a distinction between who Jack knows and is friendly with, and his contacts under the contact rules.

No custom feats. Sorry.

There is a maximum of two traits and two flaws, as per the rules outlined in the SRD.