Shanty Stealing Shenanigans - RPLOG
Participants
Date
3/8/476
Log
Dusk falls over shanty town, painting the ramshackle hovels a dull red, one set of inhabitants rising while another heads to their beds. The place never really sleeps, but on the outskirts where dirt ends and grass begins, there is a small line of workmen heading home for the day.
"Thank you all for coming," a clever-clanned owl addresses the group, removing his helmet and holding it to his chest. "I'm Ignatius, and I'm foreman of this worksite. What we've been contracted by the Good King to build here is a public fountain, bringing in water from the Sweetwater so the locals don't have to rely on water-sellers or the local wells, both of which are extremely tainted. I'm personally surprised they live as long as they do.
"However, there've been some problems lately with the theft of building tools and supplies from our various worksites around the shanties. We tried to locate most of the new facilities beyond the limits of the shanty town proper to discourage vandalism, but this isn't a couple of hoodlums stripping copper off fence rails for a handful of crowns' melt value. This is an organised effort, I'm sure of it."
Cyhawk looks around the sight, never really having been there before, and looking at the group he doesn't reconixe many in the group. Takeing a breath he looks back to the Owl "so how can we help, stake out, gaurd, anything?"
Reading the notice board and eager to walk around a bit, as one might say, lion arrives, equipped with a handy hand crossbow and his typical coat. With his usual gleaming smile, he approaches the owl and peer around the supposed site. "Interestin' name there, lad," he comments, crossing his arms and listening in to his request. "Can't say theft surprises me in this town. What makes you think this is a group effort? Perhaps a pattern of sorts?"
Lidiya stretches out, being all lazy-like in her mannerisms. Meeting up with the others, she watches each of them and quickly realizes she doesn't really know anyone. So... she checks in and sort of hangs off to the side, waiting for the details so she can wander of and break things. Or people, preferably both though.
Arimia starts to wander around the site, nearby enough to hear the owl and make herself heard but not caring if the owl wants her to or not. She's wearing her usual cloak covering herself. "I can ask around Shanty Town. They'd tell me what's goin' on if any of 'em know. No guarantee I'd tell you, but you'd have to settle for that."
Ignatius gives Cyhawk a small nod. "Yes, please. We would like you to stake out this location tonight and see if you can catch the thieves in action. Ideally we would like you to apprehend them, but just stopping them from carrying out further theft of our building supplies will be sufficient."
He turns to Dio. "What leads us to believe that? The thieves somehow knew when the shipments were to be delivered, and struck the night after on the last two occasions - we just got one here this afternoon, which leads me to believe that this site will be targeted. Other work sites with more mundane and rather heavier materials at hand were completely ignored - instead. I personally suspect there may be someone in the guard feeding the thieves information, which is why I put out a private call for help paid out of my own pocket. Of course, I'll put it on my invoice at the end of it all."
Finally, Arimia is addressed. "That would be appreciated, Miss, but as I told the friendly lion over there, we're expecting them to strike tonight. Perhaps if they don't turn up, any information you can gather would be appreciated."
With that, he turns back to the group. "Are there any questions, or should I commence with a brief tour of the fountain we're building?"
Cyhawk considers this and worrys "I don't think I will be much help, I'm not really good at hiding." Showing his large fram and weapon, but gets an idea "but do you have a spot that I could sit and provide backup with magic in back. I don't releaae mind where just a good spot."
Dio turns his head and waves to the new arrivals. There was that jackal that seemed to enjoy hitting things, as far as he was aware, and the spooky dark magic bouncing raccoon. "'ello there, lassies. A fine day in the Shanty, is it not," he chuckles, turning back to the wolf and owl. "Do ya know what kinda materials they might be takin'? Rather than profit, they could be tryin' to delay the buildin' for as long as possible, fer reasons I have no idea. Suppose we'll just have to catch one 'n' find out." The lion smooths out his coat and gives his hand crossbow a once over, nodding once he feels satisfied. "Sure thing lad. I'm ready to get started when you are. When yer ready, I'd like to setup a simple snare in a nice spot. Never know what you could find."
Arimia flicks her eras slightly and nods her head. She looks around until she finds somewhere she can hide and still have a clear view. She slips something from under her cloak, a bow, and holds it in her hands, one her pink fur the other... Not. She then steps off to hide herself in the spot she's found, saying, "Unless I spot somethin' better on this tour this'll be my post." Still holding the bow she steps out and toward the owl again.
"Yes. They're mostly going after the metal - previously, several lengths of steel rebar were stolen, along with some stacks of piping. They seem to be going after anything with significant melt value, it would appear." He looks askance as Arimia chooses her hiding spot, then moves to the other three in the group. "Well, seems like the miss there has chosen her place. If you'd like to have a closer look, pick out your spots..."
The fountain is rather wide, its diameter about as wide as four beings are tall. Only half of the bowl and drain about the rim has been completed, but the spout is finished, located smack in the middle of the bowl. Stacks of stone, cement sacks, bronze and clay piping and other building materials lie about the unfinished side, and the earth has been dug up partway leading away from the fountain, presumably for the piping to fit into. There's also a little scaffolding left over on the far end of the fountain about about the spout.
A tall spiked fence of plain, sturdy iron rings the whole area, with the only way in or out past a small guard house.
"And that's about it. If you ask me, I'm rather confused about the whole matter. Why would the people of the shanties actively sabotage something that's being given to them for free, and would help them all?" He shakes his head and tucks his helmet under his arm. "Well, the more of the thieves you can catch, the more we'll actually be able to do our job with minimal fuss in the coming days and get clean water flowing as soon as possible. I'd be mighty glad if you can get them all."
Cyhawk looks around not finding a good spot turining to the owl "I'm sorry I don't see any good spot ot hid...I think it would benfite everyone that I should leave sorry." With that he walks off back to the nearest town.
"Quite strange indeed, lad. Though if I've learned anythin', there are some thieves out there that'll steal anythin', even from churches." Dio shakes his head and looks over the area, taking note of the tarp covered materials along with the guard house. "Must be a sneaky bunch o' fellows to get past that," he mumbles under his breath as he takes out a bit of rope and starts tying it into a snare-like trap, attempting to disguise at as a random and loose piece of rope among the materials. "Let's see how this works out..." Brushing off his coat, he walks back to the owl and looks to the guard house. "Think I could stay in there lad? I'm interested in seein' what the guards would see."
