Quests & Challenges

[center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/gw39cpoxvpk6p1q/shadowmid.png[/img] [size=5][b]Day 3, Week 1: Altadonna Family[/b][/size] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/gw39cpoxvpk6p1q/shadowmid.png[/img][/center] [b]Effects:[/b] None [b]False Allies:[/b] None [size=4][b]Police Encounters[/b][/size] [b]Encounter:[/b] None [size=4][b]Coliseum Log[/b][/size] [b]Guaranteed Dragon:[/b] Clarence (LP: 11) [b]Companion Dragons:[/b] Rosario (LP: 10) and Marcello (LP: 11) [b]Venue:[/b] Training Fields for 15 rounds Battle 1: Took a break (Rosario low on health) Battle 4: Took a break (Marcello low on health) Battle 6: +1 Leafy Pack, Leveled up(Marcello and Rosario), break to assign stats. Battle 9: Leveled up(Clarence), break to assign stats. (Venue change: Woodland Path) Battle 10: Took a break (All low on health) Battle 12: Took a break (Marcello low on health) Battle 13: Took a break (Rosario low on health) Battle 14: Took a break (Marcello low on health) [size=4][b]Hoard Update:[/b][/size] 1 Leafy Pack ==> 100 Treasure [b]Faction Finances:[/b] 2175 Treasure [b]Total Tallies:[/b][LIST] [*]Familiars: 0 [*]Element: 0 [/LIST] [size=4][b]End of Day[/b][/size] [b]Ration Penalties for Tartakower Mob: [/b] Aikoun [b]Dragons in Altadonna Family:[/b] Irene (LP : 11), Rosario (LP : 10), Marcello (LP: 11), Dorothy (LP: 11), and Clarence (LP: 11) ------ “Read em’ and weep boys!” Clarence threw down his cards on the table and the two drakes on the opposite side both groaned and lolled their heads back toward the ceiling. Rosario had seen better days but he was doing dandy compared to a few days earlier. He had faint lines of stitches across one side of his face but he showed no signs of it bothering him. In fact, he looked more bothered by the fact he just lost a hand of poker to the youngest gangster in the Family. He huffed out a large coil of smoke and slapped his cards down in defeat, a sharp tooth poking out from over his cigar. “Heard ‘bout what you did,” Marcello commented casually and shoved the pot over to the fae, “But who hasn’t?” “You seen that Michael cat?” Rosario leaned forward, much more interested in the conversation now, and a sneer played across his face in the way they were all too familiar with. “Throwin’ an ing-bing bout that clean sneak we pulled off! Hah!” “Think he knows it was us?” Clarence scuttled all of the money up towards himself, two small arms wrapped around the pile like, well, a dragon and its hoard. He was small like any fae, sure, but anyone knew he had talent. Talent and a seemingly supernatural lucky streak. [i]Luck![/i] He hated that word. Lucky they called him. Tch. He was nothing but skill. The next one to call him that was going to get one right in the jaw. “Of course he knows you halfwit,” Rosario snarled and took the cigar from his mouth, waggling it in the direction of the fae. Clarence’s fins flattened then spread out, eyes narrowed defensively. “Who else is it gonna damn well be? No one in the town is bigger than us.” “‘Cept [i]them [/i]of course,” Marcello corrected and gathered the cards, shuffling and dealing them out again almost as if it was second nature. “Sure, sure,” Rosario bit back down on his cigar and Clarence reflexively gagged. He always found the act rather repulsive. The only deck he wanted was a deck of cards. Who in their right mind would bother with those things? “But they’re just jaw. Once they can pull of something like [i]that[/i],” Rosario jabbed a thumb behind him, gesturing to nothing but the dark air of the room, “Then maybe I’ll consider them a real threat.” “Watch yourself, Gambino. You don’t know what they’re capable of.” Clarence picked up his cards and slunk behind them like he was hiding behind the safety of a bush. “Don’t matter what they’re capable of,” He retorted with a glint behind his cold, blue eyes, “There ain’t nothin’ they can do to get the drop on me.”

[center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/gw39cpoxvpk6p1q/shadowmid.png[/img] [size=5][b]Day 4, Week 1: Altadonna Family[/b][/size] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/gw39cpoxvpk6p1q/shadowmid.png[/img][/center] [b]Effects:[/b] None [b]False Allies:[/b] None [size=4][b]Police Encounters[/b][/size] [b]Encounter:[/b] None [size=4][b]Coliseum Log[/b][/size] [b]Guaranteed Dragon:[/b] Dorothy (LP: 11) [b]Companion Dragons:[/b] Rosario (LP: 10) and Marcello (LP: 11) [b]Venue:[/b] Woodland Path for 15 rounds Battle 1: Took a break (All low on health) Battle 2: Took a break (Marcello low on health) Battle 3: +1 Scratch; Rolled a 2, -2 LP for Rosario Battle 5: Took a break (Dorothy low on health) Battle 7: +1 Leafy Pack; Ration penalty for Aikoun Battle 10: Fled; -½ LP for Rosario Battle 11: Took a break (Rosario low on health) Battle 13: Took a break (Marcello low on health) Battle 14: Marcello leveled up, took a break to assign stats. Battle 15: Dorothy leveled up. [size=4][b]Hoard Update:[/b][/size] Leafy Pack ==> 100 Treasure [b]Faction Finances:[/b] 2275 Treasure [b]Total Tallies:[/b][LIST] [*]Familiars: 0 [*]Element: 0 [/LIST] [size=4][b]End of Day[/b][/size] [b]Ration Penalties for Tartakower Mob: [/b] Aikoun [b]Dragons in Altadonna Family:[/b] Irene (LP : 11), Rosario (LP : 7½), Marcello (LP: 11), Dorothy (LP: 11), and Clarence (LP: 11) ------ “How’s that for a real threat?” Marcello tilted his head at Dorothy as she leaned against the door frame. She scowled at his thoughtful expression and tossed her head to the side, tail looping around her leg. The room was dark and humid as it always was and she could still hear the rain from outside through the thick, wooden walls.. A lot of rain lately. Didn’t matter much to her in the grand scheme of things, other than when she wanted to doll herself up for some babe or bird. “Ain’t nice to talk about someone who’s nearly been knocked off like that, kitten.” He was looking at her like that again. That soft yet judging expression with slightly askew brows. He was polishing shot glasses like he usually was. Tending to the boss’s favorite trinkets and accoutrements. The way his hands carefully and casually swept in and out of the glass, so ginger and precise. Why did he give [i]her[/i] respect and attention but no one else? What the hell was wrong with him? “So much that brain of his is gonna be for us if he can’t hold his own in a damn fight,” She nearly spat in his direction, hoping to get some sort of reaction out of him, but his expression hardly changed. In fact, he dared to turn his head away from her, down to focus solely on that stupid shot glass. She gritted her teeth and her plumage folded against her neck. “He’ll be fine,” Marcello trilled and set the glass upside down on the counter, “He usually is. He’s just had an unlucky streak. He ain’t usually the fightin’ type.” “Oh, like you’re any better than he is?” Marcello glanced upwards and there was a fire behind his stormy eyes. His mouth rolled in a circle and, ever so slightly, his nose twitched. She smiled. “Listen, broad. You better keep that trap of yours shut tight or you’ll last less time out here than he will. Talkin’ smack is the fastest way to get chilled off, get it?” “Call me broad again and I’ll snap off your antlers, pretty boy.”