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.
A few days later he pulled himself from the rubble and read a ripped up copy of the Dumbari Tribune Newspaper brought in on a trade vessel from the north. As he expected there it was…on page five past the human interest stories.
A distressing gang war has torn apart one of the poorer neighborhoods of Unen this week, reports the Dumbari Tribune Reporter Alain Hafetz in his latest South of the Border series of articles. Dealing primarily with the growing “human” rights situation in the Goblin Lands, South of the Border was diverted when Hafetz found himself riding along with a Gunner Hazmat Crew to a salvage site where things got hot.
What he found there was a compound which had been actively training terrorists for destinations in Kelvara. The buildings that made up the compound had been runically cursed by Runecaster markings. Everyone inside had been gasses to death. The young former trainees laid out in the wrecked buildings which seemed to have been collapsed on on them, trapping them in with the gas.
The deathtoll seemed total. The only ones who seemed to escape the gas chambers were better armored and had been cut down by the entrance to the compound. The slices on the bodies of the gangers were smooth enough to implicate a weapon as sharp as annihilator claw as the murder weapon.
The strangest part of the Dumbari Tribune article was the reference to the olgog caught under a collapsed wall bleeding mercurial blood. Our Reporter had seen the body, and taken pictures of it, but when he went back to get a closer look the body was gone, along with the gas mask off of one of the nearby cut up corpses.
There was obvious signs that some sort of Strider vehicle had collapsed the walls, crushing many trying to escape the gas inside. Foot prints showed the Strider to be similar to the designs used by the nearby Church of One holdings. While the official story is that it was gang on gang violence, there are rumors floating around of Uthvelor sightings and while the Reporter Hafetz was present to witness it, the entire encampment was wiped out by Mighty Yadols. The large insectoid predators of the southern deserts were common further afield in the desert and scrublands. The Reporter got pictures of the Yadols destroying the camp and all evidence of the terrorist cell that had been feeding the Black Scale Gang of Kelvara was wiped out.
An olgog leapt out to the Reporter and roared, “Long Live Totem Uhryu”.
Though whether he was taking credit for the Black Scale Gang terrorism, the gassing of the terrorist camp, or simply the destruction of the remains of the camp, this reporter was unsure.
Rewards
All characters gain 4 Silver Bars (unless otherwise stated below)
Lok’Reshad of Unit 817 gains two new forms, Ur Kug Olgog, and Black Scale Ganger (both book standard stats in these forms). He also gains a Black Scale Ganger mask, and one of their special Poisonbringer barbed spears. He also learns The Location of the Black Scale Dragonyards, a place near Unen where the Black Scale Gang is creating an army of Poisonbringer dragons using an artifact able to cause aging in mortal beings. If the artifact is what Tor’kol’ab suspects it is it may be a weapon used during the K’ias Wars.
Or’tor of Yagogi’al the Ogab gains Totem Special Training Yadol Level 3 and Level 4.
She has also opened up the special Shamanic Tent: Yadol. She may create a thread in either Unen, Karov, or the Feral Lands to act as the tent, with the title Shamanic Tent of the Yadol, and may help other characters commune with the Totemic Spirit of the Mighty Yadol.
Rubbah and Hikiti of Gang of Uf Mag’og gain Leyas Rating +1 and Earth +1. If either are Unconscious they become conscious Leyas users. If either is currently conscious they become an Adept.
Yohai Horosha gains a Poisonbringer Spear and an Earth Leyas Compass.
Derlur the Nomad gains Pilot Strider Skill lvl 3.
Lalon of Lalder Gains Shapeshift lvl 1 and lvl 2.
Scribe gains two Bandoliers with 50 Flashbang Rune Bottles each (100 total),Each Flashbang bottle has a ghaz value of 5 ghaz in the colonies. In the Goblin Lands, they have a barter value for each equal to lodging and food for month.
Scribe also gains Highest Killcount: 6 Silver Bars instead of 4 regular reward