The Racing riggers are a generalised term for the underbelly of the treetop racing yearly event that happens in Bramblewall. This group of loan sharks, thugs and brokers organises the betting system and, with either bribery or malpractice, will ensure that the racers who will make them the most gold, win or loose. But not everyone is within their grasp and tonight we get a glimpse at how far they are willing to go to ensure that the little gnome called Twig, does not shake the tree too hard.
But so we can get to that we need to grab a coffee, sit down and read through tonight’s adventure!
The Racing Riggers
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Alkerion strode through the beginnings of the racers market and marvelled at the goods and the people it brought to the village. Being the winner two years in a row Alkerion was a bit of a celebrity and many people called out to him to come and try their products or browse their wares. But he wasn’t interested in free samples – he showed off his presence to ensure that the market would be a success. He had always been focused on doing what was best for Bramblewall and keeping up the traditions. He hand picked potential elven stars of the race to come and fly birds from his roosts as they provided the best show for the viewers and brought more commerce into the tree top village.
But he could not abide the ruffians and the race riggers that had also called these events their home, their hunting grounds. They preyed on the weak and set back the good honest folk who were here to spend their coin and time enjoying what his village had to offer. Sure they had offered him wealth and riches but Alkerion only took what was required to keep the birds fed and his stable thatched.
He continued down amongst the tents and stalls and smiled, spoke and greeted the guests to the village, his village. The one his ancestors had built and the one he intended would remain a beacon for the elven customs for centuries to come.
Across the way between the walls of two fabric tents a man stood and watched the ‘prince of Bramblewall’ stride about the tents. He smiled at the prospect that this year he may be swayed when he revealed what was changing about his beloved sport. But perhaps he did not need to do much as the odds were always in Alkerions favour.
But that wasn’t the reason he watched the elf, no he would roll out that bait in just a little while. As soon as the elf was gone from view he moved forward and his associates began to move. As they approached stalls and tents they started their game. Talking about the odds of the races, how the last years races made a merchant richer than their sales ever could and how just with a little help from a friendly local that merchant walked away and was able to buy a mansion.
Most people showed them on but a few asked for more information. Jack knew that this is the moment he and his associates waited for and they reeled them in. Promises of assistance and even lending of money if they were short for making it big on the bets that were sure to employ all tactics to drum up the hunger for gambling.
Jack knew that this year would be ripe for the plucking but he still had that gnome to deal with. His boss had said that she couldn’t be bought, but Jack thought he knew better. A way to crumble to hearts of stone in one play.
The final pieces make a move to what will inevitably become the parties primary objective this adventure. Finding and stopping the threat of the Race Riggers. But more on that as the days go on. So don’t forget to come back each remaining night this week for more content and lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
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