It has been a bad week.
We find our heroes lined up in front of a wall with their hands strapped behind their backs, in front of them is a row of riflemen with weapons raised.
"READY"
There is an echo of clicking as the men prime their weapons
"AIM"
They raise their weapons and aim down the barrel.
"FIRE"
The sergeant drops a red piece of cloth and a moment later there is a enormous bang.
However we had best start at the beginning.
In a no less perilous situation around a week before;
You have just finished doing some on the side work for the city police, you provided info for several drug busts and a couple of high profile arrests. This is when it all went downhill. Whilst walking through the city streets you were set upon and captured by a group of thugs and had a black bag tied over your head. Then you were knocked out....
You awake strapped to a chair.
In front of you is a stout dwarf dressed in an immaculate white suit and sat behind a polished cherry wood table. By his sides there are two men holding pistols, you are unarmed and what brief glances you care to take at your comrades show that they are as worried as you are. All but one, a man in a suit of plate armor that must have been polished none stop for weeks to get that shine, he seems furious.
The man behind the table speaks in a raspy voice.
"As you have probably guessed I am Talrick Ironforge and you lot have been extremely expensive to me in the last couple of days!"
He slams his not inconsiderable fist into the table, causing the whole thing to shake and a couple of pens to roll off.
"However I feel that in the spirit of generosity I should offer you a chance to pay me back. As much as I would like to have you lined up and shot I have some need of your services as investigators."
He takes a big draw from his cigar before continuing
"One of my suppliers has been a plotting against me lately and I think that he has been rigging his guns to explode when fired, I want you to find him. Kill him. Oh and bring me a couple of the guns so I can have them examined."
He knocks the ash off the end of his cigar into a crystal ashtray
The man on the end in the armor looks as though he is about to explode.
"I would never work for you, a paladin's vows are sacred and you are an affront to all that is good!"
He struggles against his bonds before continuing.
"I would rather die than help you"
"That can be arranged"
There is a ear-splitting bang as one of the lackeys next to the boss fires his weapon, the bullet splintering the wood behind you and taking most of the paladin's head with it.
"Any questions?"
