A group of down on their luck, hardscrabble miscreants occupying a shady place between law and disorder are gathered together by creative veteran ordic ‘captain’ to earn a little coin and possibly do a little good in the process. While trying to get an investigative charter, the intrepid earners were hoodwinked into stealing a mysterious box with valuable contents.
Upon arriving at the scene of the future crime, our heroes were confronted by armed members of a paramilitary organization. While the Llaelese dandy tried to smooth things over with a pair of irate guardians, the Iosan snuck up to attempt some second story work, but was met with a wall of fire when she attempted to break a window! An alchemical workshop ablaze, the guards fled, the party rushed in and discovered a prone figure lying in a pool of blood as the building came down on their ears, but not before keen elven eyes spotted bones covered in what appeared to be necromantic markings, and the sharp detecting skills of the rifleman deduced that the dreadfully wounded alchemist had been struck down by none other than common dock thugs, a knife bearing gang markings buried in his back, even as a pistolero dedicated to Morrow urgently stanched the wound.
Following tracks, to the known hideout of the grubby thieves, a run down barge barely kept afloat,the party handily struck them down. Hearing the commotion, a hefty ogrun appeared to deal with our heroes, savagely smiting all who stood in his path while a vile necromancer raised the recently slain brutes into horrible undeath. The wily elf slipped around the tussle and blasted the necromancer and ogrun both, forcing the necromancer to join her charges in the afterlife with silent, secret magics. The monolithic ogrun refused to fall however, and after a drawn out battle, the party weaving around him in circles desperate for a chink in his armor, elven magic and human bullets finally won the day.
After freeing the remaining guard who had arrived earlier and been ensnared, the party learned that the watch had been infiltrated by dastardly Thamarites, and their actions had been orchestrated from the very beginning of the evening. Assured that the Order of the Golden Crucible would be capable of sorting out the mess, the group prepares to set out with a deathly helljack cortex in tow, not suspecting that more betrayal awaits.