2072: Game World, IC thread for 2072: Recruitment always open! Options

[Notsoevildm]

[07:36 AM, January 2nd, 2072; An Unmarked Warehouse; Redmond]

Copperhead accepts Cutter's hand gracefully, pushing off from her back foot so he doesn't have to take all her weight. The van's suspension doesn't get off so lightly and groans as she adds her mass to the back axle. She stays balanced half-in and half out the rear doors, her head sticking up above the roof as she keeps a watch out for the Beast.

Spirit, you have performed well. I need your assistance only a short while longer and will then release you from my service.

"He's called da Beast and I think he was sent to find you guys. Lucky I bumped into him when I got here. He kinda takes da direct approach and aint much for planning."

She pauses to look into the van and stare accusingly at Cutter, "So what happened here anyway? You never said anything to me about a job."

[Grimm]

Copperhead
[07:38 AM, January 2nd, 2072; An Unmarked Warehouse; Redmond]

‘If it involves ripping apart more of these worthless meat-sacks, call at any time.’ The Warrior-spirit replied to her. She could feel a comforting sense slip over her as the spirit settled near her.

She pauses to look into the van and stare accusingly at Cutter, "So what happened here anyway? You never said anything to me about a job."

Cutter sighed. “I know, I know. Dipshit here calls me about 4 o’clock this morning, says he just needs a little muscle back up for some surveillance. Only take a few hours, some quick cred; sure, why not? So we hole up in that building across the way,” Cutter stopped to point out the half-collapsed remnants of what might once have been a store, “And genius here decides to get a closer look. Neither of us spot the drone that spotted us until after it buzzed off hard when stupid trips over his damned feet and falls face first into the electric fence. While it was funny, we did get captured after that.”

“You wound me Cutter. It wasn’t my fault man!”

“Oh, I know, Slater. That asphalt just jumped right out in front of you.” Cutter muttered, “Fucking son of a..”

Akecheta
The third Japanese man was a bit of a surprise for the troll. He did not recall Mr. O saying anything about a third Japanese man. But after thinking about it a bit more, he realized that most of the individuals he passed in the warehouse were short with dark hair. Checking some of the corpses on his way out, he realized that they all appeared to be Japanese.

The climb back down the ladder was a little tricky with the wounded man but he managed to make it. A few short bounds and he was at the back of the van, loading the guy in. When the wounded man and the second prisoner that had been chained to the pipes saw each other, they immediately went into a tirade of Japanese; screaming at each other. The man in the back looked extremely pissed and pointed at him, saying in broken English. “Guard! He capture. Torture.”

Akecheta looked down at him and studied him intently, it was then he realized that he did indeed appear to have different uniforms on. He half-shrugged and climbed into the back of the Bulldog, the rear axle straining even further. There really did not appear to be anything very spectacular about the vehicle that would cause one to think a Johnson would pay for its return. But hey, it could have had sentimental value?

The driver of the van kicked it to life and slid out of the warehouse. It was then a divider slid open between the cab and the rear. “Hey! Where we go?!” The driver yelled back into the van.

As Beast leaned forward to answer, he heard two voices from near the very back of the van.

“Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s good.”

“Shut the fuck up Slater.” The orc retorted, clearly in a foul mood.

Akecheta and Copperhead both got a look out the back of the van to see a rotor-craft gliding near-silently over the road behind them. Machine-gun fire from the craft kicked up chunks of asphalt and debris from the road-way. The Japanese prisoner in the back yelled at the one in the front, presumably to hurry the fuck up.

OOC: Once again, a lot going on in this post. If you guys have things you want to do before it gets to the point in the end of the post, that’s fine. I usually just sort of pause the rest of the action until its resolved. Like if Copperhead wants to have a bit of a spat with Cutter, that’s fine. I just want the next action or movement point available so you guys know what we’re building to and can act accordingly. Character development and storyline is about 99% of my focus in games. So don’t feel like you gotta skip over anything.

[Combat Mage]

[07:38 AM, January 2nd, 2072; An Unmarked Warehouse; Redmond]

Crap! The calvary is here. But not ours...

"Drive faster!" Akecheta screamed towards the japanese man behind the steering wheel. Then he took out his MGL-6 again and switched the clip. He opened the back door a bit and fired a smoke grenade at the ground behind the van to hopefully at least partially obscure their enemies' vision.

Should have bought that damn rocket launcher when I had the chance...

[Notsoevildm]

[07:38 AM, January 2nd, 2072; In the back of a van, being chased by a drone; Redmond]

“Oh, I know, Slater. That asphalt just jumped right out in front of you.” Cutter muttered, “Fucking son of a..”

Copperhead glares at both the ork and the elf. "You men all da fraggin same," she sighs through her tusks. "If you're not thinking with your dicks, you're not thinking at all. I coulda scouted the place astrally, or say called up a spirit like da one floating right next to me to scout around da place." She jerks her thumb at the air next to her to emphasize the latter.

Turning her attention on Cutter, she continues, "But no, you gotta be da man, da big protector. I'm twenty-frakkin-two years old, Cutter. I can look after myself. And you just better remember who pulled your hoop outta dat warehouse the next time you get a call in da middle of da night from some clumsy-ass pixie."

Then realising that all the men in the back of the van are staring at her, she glares around at each of them and hunches down next to Cutter, her face flushed with a mix of anger and embarassment.

The van kicks to life and slides out of the warehouse. A divider slides open between the cab and the rear. “Hey! Where we go?!” The driver yells back into the van.

As Beast leans forward to answer, he hears two voices from near the very back of the van.

“Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s good.”

“Shut the fuck up Slater.” The orc retorts, clearly in a foul mood.

Akecheta and Copperhead both get a look out the back of the van to see a rotor-craft gliding near-silently over the road behind them. Machine-gun fire from the craft kicks up chunks of asphalt and debris from the road-way. The Japanese prisoner in the back yells at the one in the front, presumably to hurry the fuck up.

While the Beast loads and fires his grenade launcher, Copperhead turns to the injured guard. Her shotgun comes up and she presses it into his chest. "You wanna live. You call it off, breeder."

[Grimm]

Copperhead and Akecheta
[07:38 AM, January 2nd, 2072; The Back of the Armored Van; Redmond]

Cutter holds up his hands in mock defeat to Copperhead. “I know, I know! I didn’t think it was going to be anything too serious. Didn’t see a reason to wake you up, babe.” The ork grinned widely at her. “You really should’ve seen the look on his face when he hit that fence though, baby. It almost made the interrogations worth it.”

Slater bites his bottom lip and attempts to keep from snickering at the pair. “Lover’s quarrel, eh Cutter?”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up, Slater?” The ork reached over and popped him firmly on the shoulder and shook his head.

* * * * *

[07:43 AM]

The smoke grenade skipped off the ground and puffed a cloud of smoke. The roto-craft gained a couple stories of altitude to clear the remnants of some buildings on either side and subsequently the smoke. The underbelly of the craft featured a rotating orb with a machinegun mounted in it.

Cutter kicked one side of the back door open and glanced over at Copperhead. “That doesn’t work with Japs, babe. Honor and all that bullshit,” he shouted over the din of machinegun fire. The ork braced himself and unloaded a spray at the roto-craft that was chasing them. “Slater! For fuck’s sake would you do something useful for once in your life!”

“I’m.. working.. on.. it..” the elf mumbled as he slumped against the back of the van.

“If you got anything heavier than smoke grenades I’d suggesting usin’ ‘em Beast ol’ boy.”

OOC: If you want to attempt an intimidation of the Japanese captive you can, but it will take an exceptional success to warrant a reaction out of him. And that’s not even guaranteeing he can do anything about the roto-craft. By the way, with the roto-craft; think small helicopter. Not sure if that came off clearly or not.

Y’all can roll Initiative and your first round actions/rolls.

[Grimm]

Copperhead and Akecheta
[07:43 AM, January 2nd, 2072; The Back of the Armored Van; Redmond]

The chattering of machinegun fire was almost deafening in the tight confines of the back of the armored van. The driver was slipping through the debris and shit of Redmond far easier than anyone would have expected him to. The rotorcraft behind the van was a bit more of a problem.

Raising his MGL, the Beast fired off a HE grenade at the nose of the rotorcraft. It quickly spiked in altitude attempting to avoid it but was not high enough. The grenade exploded under the vehicle in a shower of shrapnel and chemicals. The bottom of the rotorcraft was shredded, causing it to smoke and start to lose speed. The craft appeared to have been severely crippled by the attack. The machinegun burst it fired came nowhere near the van, instead tearing up the side of a building and hitting a few bystanders; cutting one almost cleanly in half. The rotorcraft slowed and began to turn away, breaking off its attack.

Cutter unloaded another burst at the rotocraft but the bullets did not seem to want to want to pierce the front armor-plates of the vehicle.

After a few moments, Copperhead heard a voice in her mind, ‘No living pilot.’

[Notsoevildm]

[07:43 AM, January 2nd, 2072; The Back of the Armored Van; Redmond]

After a few moments, Copperhead heard a voice in her mind, ‘No living pilot.’

'Thank you spirit. You have served me well and I release you as I promised.' She feels a brief sense of loss as the spirit's consciousness fades from her own.

She shouts over the ringing in her ears, "Either Beast geeked the pilot or it's a drone. But how did it find us? Do ya think it followed us from da warehouse or are we being tracked somehow? Shit..."

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out the commlink she had picked up earlier. She checks to make sure it is switched off, then deciding that might still not be enough, she crushes it with all the strength in her cybered arm then tosses it out the open rear door just to be certain. Then she turns back to the injured guard and starts patting him down roughly, looking for a commlink or hidden wireless tag.

"Cutter, is Slater a hacker or one of dem techymancers? Can he check the van for bugs?"

[Combat Mage]

[07:43 AM, January 2nd, 2072; The Back of the Armored Van; Redmond]


That's right you bastards! You need more than a fucking heli to bring down The Beast!

He suppressed his urge to fire again and again until the thing was completely wrecked. Gotta save ammo...

"Well that was kinda fun right?" he asked no one in particular and laughed. Then he turned his attention to the driver again and gave him the address of the warehouse where the troll had made his first personal contact with Mr. Okyama.

Leaning back he took out his commlink and sent the Johnson a message.

<<M. O,

got the package. Bringing it to the same place as last time unless you send new instructions.

B>>

"I'm going to get this van to the Johnson. If you wanna get dropped off somewhere on the way, no problem." he then said towards Copperhead and her friends.

[Notsoevildm]

[07:44 AM, January 2nd, 2072; The Back of the Armored Van; Redmond]

Copperhead squints out the back of the van, trying to work out where they are. Should be able to make it home before it gets too bright.

"Take da next right and head a few blocks south. I'll shout where you can let us off. I need to get my boy to a street doc to fix him up. He's got too much metal in his meat for my healing mojo to work on him. A frakkin mechanic would have better luck."

She fiddles with her hair, seating the trode net better and sends her contact info to Beast's commlink.

"Say, you or your Johnson ever need some magic to back you up, you let me know, okay? And thanks for helping me get these two yoyo's outta trouble."

Striking a fair approximation of a provocative pose, given her size and the cramped quarters of the van, she reaches out a scaled, metal hand to shake the Beast's.

[Atomic Communist]

[16:18 January 1st, 2072; Common Ground, Downtown Seattle]

Red made her way out of the little cafe and towards her bike. Before putting on her helmet she began a search to find anything and everything about the Security corp in question. She also put in a search on Silk, wanting to know exactly what sort of person she would be working for here. Placing the helmet on over her dreads, Red pulled away from the curb and merged with traffic. She plans on getting back to her apartment and working on this for the next several hours... of course taking a couple breaks to watch more Urban Brawl.

[AStarshipforAnts]

[January 5th, 2072; Summeroaks Apartments 29C, Renton]

Turning towards The Doctor, Dahlia beamed and declared, "I have absolutely no idea how to do that. But, I’ll see what can be done. Maybe we’ll get lucky and find something with the noisy one,"

The woman folded her arms across her chest and peered at the screen of her comlink, queuing up a search in the dossier she’d been given and throwing a quick glance down the hall of the apartment. It'd be best if they continued work somewhere else while Asim was back home. Hell, she could probably say that everyone needed to complete some tests down at the hospital, and he wouldn't get suspicious.

"How do you want to start the search? I’d suggest we stay away from the typical matrix data-trawl. The team hacker will probably be looking for it. We could always poke around some bars and see if we hear anything,”

[TheDoctor]

[January 5th, 2072; Summeroaks Apartments 29C, Renton]

The Doctor asked, "Dahlia, does your dossier have their known associates and hangouts?"

[Aria]

[10:21 January 2nd, 2072; Tradition Lake View, Apartment 6-3, Renton]

Silk brushed the strands of wet hair away from her face, flopping down in to her cocoon chair. The shower had actually been hot this morning for a change and she felt refreshed and ready to face this run. The meet had gone well yesterday and it looked like Red and He-Who-Sees were on board. Hopefully Red was already doing the data searches on the corp…floor layouts would be great but she wasn’t going to bank everything on getting them. One more meet to confirm the details and then she would send He in to recon the place in the astral and make the final preparations for the penetration.

Toggling the mental key to put her commlink in to hidden mode she fired up the AR interface and, whilst keeping one eye on the news feeds, entered the handshake protocols that would access the Balefire stash on the edge of Renton.

In an automated long term parking garage near one of the many commuter hubs in Renton a battered Honda Spirit comes to life after eighteen months. Sucking in power from the gridguide system it cruises smoothly down the ramp and heads towards its programmed destination. A low powered burst of the signal jammer on board hopefully masks any RIFD tags that have drifted its way during its prolonged hibernation.

[Suicidal Street ...]

[January 5th, 2072; Summeroaks Apartments 29C, Renton]

Seti looked up. "Something we maybe should consider. These guys aren't real Shadowrunners, per se. They're corp-trained gladiators, crafted to compete in some contest. They probably don't have a lot of experience striking out on their own."

He looked at Dahlia. "Honestly, while we shouldn't do any active searching for them, if we lurk some widely-known 'Runner forums, we might just seem them posting a job ad or something."

[AStarshipforAnts]

[January 5th, 2072; Summeroaks Apartments 29C, Renton]


Dahlia shrugged, "If they were corporate-grown, I'm not sure if they'll have 'usual-haunts' outside of the corporate buildings. I know I certainly wouldn't let anything I grew outside. There are too many uncontrolled variables to account for outside of a set environment,"

The woman appeared to think for a moment before speaking again. "But, I don't doubt that they'll pick one or two places to lurk most of their time. If we keep our ears to the ground, we should be able to gather a few clues to their whereabouts. I can check the forums, and we can all spend some time in popular hang-outs, looking for the noisy one,"

[Aria]

[10:33 January 2nd, 2072; Tradition Lake View, Apartment 6-3, Renton]

Silk finished the dregs of the bitter real coffee, the one holdover she hadn’t been able to give up, even on a student budget, and began the ritual of gearing up. She pulled on her form-fitting suit, leaving off only the gloves and shoes. In to the pouches sewn in to the thighs she added the smaller elements of her b and e kit and in the small of her back went the tiny pistol and the electronics kit. After testing the ruthenium circuitry and watching herself blend in to her rather grubby surroundings she pulled on an unarmoured longcoat and some knee length boots and put her taser in to the pocket of the coat.

<<Aria, would you be able to dig up a contact for Canon for me? He was the merc who ran with Mum before she teamed up with Balefire. I know he took over Frank Bishop’s shadow brokerage when he retired and so hopefully he’s still running around the sprawl with a lorry full of tech and the contacts to go with it! I need to do some shopping for this run and it would help if I can keep it off the books. I appreciate all your help, I really do!>>

As she headed out of the door to go out and find the Honda she hoped that everything was still intact after the intervening eighteen months. She engaged the obvious crappy maglock that had come with the apartment and then the one she had installed in the bottom of the door to slow up any more determined intruders. Now that she was re-entering the shadows she spared a wistful thought for her plans to upgrade security further, but that would have to wait now. She would also need to think about moving in to a hotel or something for the duration of the run, a precaution that hadn’t seemed such a stretch on the budget when she was running with Balefire.

From memory she called up the commcode for He-Who-Sees-Within and flashed him a text.

<<Hi. I’m off to pick up some equipment and I was wondering if you would be prepared to keep an eye out from the astral for a couple of blocks to see if there is anyone following me? It may sound paranoid but believe me, I have every reason to watch my back as carefully as I can and I would like to see you again even if it’s not in the flesh!>>

Meanwhile she composed a message to Canon in the hope that Aria would be able to put her in touch with him.

<<Uncle Canon, it’s me, Susanna Waters, Silk now. I’m sure you remember me as a little girl bouncing on your knee and I know it’s been a long time but I’m hoping you can help me out. It’s been a while since you taught me how to field strip a gun and whilst I’ve not forgotten, I’m picking up some old gear and I would appreciate a professional once over – I certainly don’t want to risk myself or my team to untested equipment. I’m also in the market for some tech which I’m sure you can lay your hands on for me…>>

[TheDoctor]

[January 5th, 2072; Summeroaks Apartments 29C, Renton]

The Doctor nodded, "If they're corp, it stands to reason that they may be looking for new gear. I doubt the corp would issue them anything that the corp couldn't turn off or use against them if they went rogue. We can check with our contacts for people looking for gear."

[AStarshipforAnts]

[January 5th, 2072; Summeroaks Apartments 29C, Renton]

The woman paused, cocking her head to first one side and then the other as she eyed The Doctor. "That is very true. They'll want to get rid of anything from their parent corp--since it'll probably be traceable and recognizable, even if their hacker wipes the RFIDs. We may be able to see if any of our contacts have seen an influx of goods from this particular corp." Dahlia nodded. Even if they didn't exactly know where they were going, she had an idea of what to look for. And people could be so very predictable.

[Aria]

[18:36 January 11th, 2072; Oakfarm Estate, North Bellevue]

Ember stepped out of the car and thanked David, his driver. Kei came bounding towards him, clearly ignoring his mother’s admonishment to stay out of the wet, and laughingly splashed through as many of the growing puddles as he could. Ember smiled wryly as he scooped up the delinquent youngster and headed for the house vainly trying to avoid the same muddy water.

Charlotte was waiting for him in the doorway with Aylwen and he kissed them both in welcome, ignoring their protests at the water sloshing off his coat.

“Is everyone at home?”

It was Aylwen who answered him, “No, Gael’s at school still and Gisèle is dancing…”

“Bon, I will come up and see you in a moment but I must have a word with your mother first about some work. I promise it won’t take long…” he watched as the children reluctantly left them to it. “I have found another package for the Stillwater group. Do you think you could ask amongst your contacts to see if there is anyone who might deliver them for me? I’ll post something on ShadowSEA on the off chance that someone reliable may pick up the work…”

He composed the post and set his commlink to upload it to the appropriate server, something that would probably take the antiquated piece of junk several minutes…

<<Courier wanted for a delivery across Redmond. Contact Ember for further information and payment details>>

Finally he could relax for the evening…

[DaedalusK71]

[b][18:36 January 11th, 2072; 7540 124th Avenue Northeast, Kirkland][b/]

Kayden's PAN chirps. The tone tells him it's a message from one of the message boards he had been frequenting lately in his search for Uwe. Picking up his comm, Kayden opens the message and reads:

<<Courier wanted for a delivery across Redmond. Contact Ember for further information and payment details>>

courier...? Seems like an easy job... I can assume that it is legally questionable, though that's to be expected...

Kayden walks to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water. Well, we all have to start somewhere, right? Kayden keys in a response

<<Oi, when and where to discuss the details tomodachi?>>

[Aria]

[19:47 January 11th, 2072; Oakfarm Estate, North Bellevue]

With the muted sounds of the children in the background Ember settled down in the study to go through his emails and prepare for the following days teaching. He was somewhat surprised to see that someone had responded to his ShadowSEA post seconds after he’d made it…hopefully their rep would match the speed of their response.

…interesting, a mage of some sorts but not much rep…it would be prudent to meet in person perhaps to assess his character. He fired an email back to the runner before moving on to other matters…

<<I suggest we meet to discuss the package and your delivery charge. How about the Alabaster Maiden tomorrow afternoon, say 5.30 before the crowds pick up?>>

[DaedalusK71]

[20:01 January 11th, 2072; 7540 124th Avenue Northeast, Kirkland]

Kayden's PAN chirped with a waiting message. Kayden put down the box of NuSoy and picked up the commlink.

<<I suggest we meet to discuss the package and your delivery charge. How about the Alabaster Maiden tomorrow afternoon, say 5.30 before the crowds pick up?>>

Well... this is it... make or break. No turning back from here.

Kayden responded to the message with a sigh...

5.30 ... Alabaster Maiden ... Hope you like onions ...

Message sent, Kayden began looking into the Alabater Maiden. Mage bar... easy enough to fit in. Downtown... a little close to home but that should be easy enough to deal with.

With plenty of time before the meet, Kayden returns to his NuSoy and magical tomes...

[DaedalusK71]

1630 January 12, 2072, Alabaster Maiden

Kaneis drove to the Maiden, weavining in and out of traffic, ignoring the stares of those he passed. It wasn't every day one saw a hundred and fifty kilo orc riding a superbike...

After several passes around the bar, Kanies parked in the adjacent lot. After a five minute argument with the 'doorman' that he wasn't 'carrying,' Kaneis walked into the Alabaster Maiden and sat down at the bar nearest the door.


OOC

[ Spoiler ]

Kaneis is casing the place, looking for windows, emergency exit signs, types of fire sprinklers (if any), number and makeup of the bouncer team, is the bartender just a bartender or a bouncer that knows how to pour drinks(?)

Looking astrally for wards, barriers, magical threats, etc...

[Aria]

[16:14 January 12th, 2072; Alabaster Maiden, Downtown]

Ember relaxed back in to his seat and immersed himself in the atmosphere of the place. With all their frantic energy these Americans had provided an interesting ambiance, an odd mix of positivity and happiness, lust, greed and a thousand other conflicting feelings. The background count was further increased by the heightened levels of mana manipulated by this place’s typical clientele.

He thought back to the limited contact with the man he was about to meet; onions was he being ironic? He decided not to let any implied insult touch him until he had made a more informed judgement. He knew that Lugh often prompted him to flashes of temper and that he had exceedingly high standards but he had vowed to mitigate that in his dealings with others, it remained to be seen if he could of course.

The place was practically deserted at this hour, the patrons wouldn’t really begin arriving for another few hours yet, even on a Tuesday evening. He watched with interest as an orc stepped in to the bar and took up a stool. This may well be his contact but as he was early he saw no need to spoil his casing of the joint.

Ember waved to the server walking past him and ordered another espresso, making sure to tip generously. He caught the eye of the orc and smiled…

OoC

[ Spoiler ]

Kayden, the bar is largely deserted apart from the two bar staff and three clienteles. It doesn’t look like there is any obvious security present at the moment, perhaps that will arrive later. Two of the punters are mages of some sort and after a while one of them deliberately catches your gaze and smiles. There is a definite feel to the astral here and the booths are magically and technologically warded against eavesdropping.

You presume the man is your contact. He is impeccably dressed, unusually so for this location. Swept back greying hair and a fiery look about him (artwork here). On one hand is a focus of some sort which is sweeping mana out across the room, it looks to be old. Sitting next to him is a deacitvated weapon focus, a rod that is decidedly modern in appearance. Other details on Ember can be found in the OoC thread.

[DaedalusK71]

[16:25 January 12th, 2072; Alabaster Maiden, Downtown]

That explains why we're here... Kaneis thought, looking at the man in the corner. And I thought 'I' was being paranoid showing up an hour early.

Leaving the empty glass at the bar, Kaneis heads for the bathroom. It is clean, an unexpected but pleasant suprise. To be quite honest, the only knowledge he had of these people were holovids and news; neither of which were terribly reliable. He had expected a dark, smoke filled bar with drugs being bought and sold openly or grubby street dwellers huddled around a dimly lit table discussing how to pull of their next heist. The bathroom is typical of most any public facility. Stalls line the left wall and a bank of sinks and hand dryers line the right. At the end of the room is what holds Kaneis' attention. A high narrow window, not big enough for a portly orc to fit through but plenty for an atheltic elf...

Kaneis tests the window to make certain it actually opened and realizes he'll have to break the window to get through because the pane only opens to a forty-five degree angle. He casts his eyes about and sees a trash can by the sinks. Picking it up, Kaneis puts the can up to the window to see if it will go through... Perfect. He sets the can down just below the window, washes his hands, and leaves the restroom.

1645

Kaneis schools himself to serenity and approaches the table where his contact (at least he hopes this is his contact) sits, a faint smell of onions hearalding his approach. I hear you need a courier...

Standing before Ember is a portly orc dressed in a two-thousand Nuyen suit. At two meters, he is slightly tall for an orc but the truly impressive thing is his girth nearly matches it. He easily looks like he weighs one hundred and fifty kilos. His lower tusks look recently polished and titanium white. A long braid trails between his shoulder blades can be seen in the reflection behind him. His scent is a faint ... onion; as though he just came from a farmer's market. On his lapel is a large onion flower.