Just outside of the port of Unen, lived the elderly Olgog, M’og’gog the Fishergog. Every morning he would train promising Ur Kug in the art of making lures, preparing cru’ie crab traps, and skin diving. All respected M’og’gog Fishergog, but few knew he was an older Colonial Olgog. He had grown up in the dark canal-city capitol of the colony of Kelvara.
M’og’gog Fishergog had been known as Gog Mauler back then, and run with the toughest gang in the entire city.
The Black Scale Gang had started as community organization, poor Olgogs and Vlahadassi that banded together in the slums of Kelvara. Their main goal had been to kill or drive out the PoisonBringer dragons that infested their canals. House Thalia grew vast quantities of stankweed, used in healing potions,on the canal ends near their neighborhood. They had enough success to be brought on as the militant arm of the wealthy merchant house. The Black Scale Gang lived better than most in their slums, but House Thalia never let them get successful. Once a Black Scale, a black scale for life. Dreams of his life as Gog Mauler assailed M’og’gog Fishergog each night as he slept. Smashing in the faces of House Oberon dock workers, curb stomping a hoodlum that tried to knife him, and cutting down a union organizer and dumping the body in the canals to be eaten by hydras.
Each night that last part of the dream was the same. The sky was heavy with bolt flies, the smell of stagnant water full in his nostrils. In that moment he could see it. The eyes of the hydra, the one that took his leg and dragged him into the water. He woke up miles down the river Morai.
In real life, he hopped a caravan south under an assumed name and soon became M’og’gog Fishergog in the Port of Unen. In the dream there was a band of Black Scale Gangers waiting for him, ready to punish him for his failure, for not returning, for the years away. Then one morning he awoke from the dream to a familiar knock on the doorpost of his driftwood shack. He got up walked to the door, and pushed open the scavenged ship’s door that served as his front door. There was a pack of eight armored Olgogs. Colonials, dressed in green and black dragonscale armor, with gasmasks fashioned from dragonflesh. At their lead was a smarmy looking olgog with a white spiked mane.
“We are looking for Gog Mauler,” sneered the olgog with the white spiked mane.
“My name is M’og’gog Fishergog, just a common Ur Kug,” came the wary reply.
“Of course it is…Gog Mauler,” said the smarmy olgog, “We know it is you. You have been spotted by the Church of One Inquisition, Fellow Scale. Their Inquisitors would be breathing down your neck right now but for us.”
“And what do you want in exchange?” M’og’gog Fishergog asked.
“The bosses up north made a deal with the Inquisitors,” said the smarmy olgog, “We set up a few training camps down here for gangers, create some insurgency groups, do some dirty work and collect a few treasures while we are down here.”
“What does House Thalia get out of it?” asked M’og’gog Fishergog as he grabbed some fish jerky hanging off his roof in the hot sun. He began gnawing away at it, making loud smacking sounds as he chewed.
“They get gold, and lots of it. And we get paid in fine gold coin too,” said the smarmy olgog as he picked a louse from his fur and ate it, “Black Scale gets the best recruits we find, and the insurgency cells down here in the Goblin Lands get the loose cannons and dangerous psychos.”
“So how do I figure in?” asked M’og’gog Fishergog.
“Your little plot of land here is Site One for our recruitment drive,” sneered the ganger,“My name is Grunjya, and you get to be my new landlord.”
“And what do I get out of it?” asked M’og’gog Fishergog.
“You get to choose who stays here, and who gets sent to the insurgency cells,” said Grunjya as he stroked one of his white spines made from his mane fur. I decide who gets sent back to Kelvara. Once I get back that is…"
“Get back?” asked M’og’gog Fishergog, “From where?”
“I hired on Raiders, cavalry, and simple thieves. Looters mostly for the first run,” said Grunjya, “I have some loot to collect on the border of Karov and Tla’loc’al. When I get back you and I and the boys are going to have a long talk about why you didn’t send word back to the Black Scale all these years.”
And so M’og’gog Fishergog found himself drawn back into the life. He chose bullies and local vandals to be shipped off by the Black Scale Gang while he waited for Grunjya. The local good kids he kept far away from the new “recruitment office.”
Weeks passed and no word from Grunjya and his raiders.
Instructions still came in, delivered by a variety of hidden means that M’og’gog Fishergog was never exposed to, but he knew the local trainers were shaken up by something. Still more young gogs were taken, armed and trained to do violence against fellow olgogs.
He finally awoke one morning to find his nice little salvage yard, his little home a full blown terrorist training facility and didn’t know what to do.
Also unluckily for him, the UtR forces tracing whom had hired the cavalry that attacked Aufgog Lalder, had just discovered the encampment.
Mission stats:
Location: One two floor coverted slum dwelling (operations). One single floor house (shack), a large sandy lot with twenty tents (barracks), section of sandy coast with water.
UtR can’t go into Unen directly, they must hire mercs to accomplish the task. These mercs cannot be government officials of the UtR.
There is still the belief among the UtR that Lorne Harlas is working with the Black Scale Gang here in Unen.
Mag Buskt has put forth a payment of four silver bars to any hero who aids in dispersing the training camp.
Camp Defenses: At least 10 Olgog Ur Kug & 10 Olgog Ur Rhug being trained as insurgents.
At least five Black Scale Ganger trainers armed as in DR Core book pg 193. A variety of booby traps, explosives, pit traps, bear traps and barbed wire. .
Mission Rules
First player to post gets a repost when all other players have finished posting to the mission in response to all other actions.
All other players may only make 1 posting.
Other players may only act as if they have seen the action of the first player who posts.
All other actions are compressed together by the DR team with a focus on storyline, so do not worry about paradoxes between different action posts.
Not every aspect of every action will be shown. This is especially true of actions that exceed two paragraphs.
Open to all Olgog Tribes and all characters.
Only one character may be sent on this mission, even if a named character has followers. .
Special threats: Goblin Vandals, Ur Kugs, Ur Rhugs.
Attack by other players.
This mission ends on Friday January 17th at 8.PM. E.S.T.