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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4911369" data-attributes="member: 3285">Gangs of Freeport: Part 1 – Rioting for Fun and ProfitThe explosion tore up half the street, tossing debris in all directions.  Vlad’s mind barely had time to register what had just happened when the whistling of crossbow bolts snapped him out of his stupor.Two Freeporters, armed with cutlasses, charged out of the smoke towards him. Vlad hesitated as he realized that his friends were in danger, bleeding in the street.  If the thugs wanted to rob them or worse, he would only endanger his companions by staying where he was.He ran.  The thugs gave chase, perceiving his tactics as flight.  More crossbow bolts punctured the wall behind him, some just missing his head.  Finally, he came to the end of an alley and spun to face his assailants with his back to an old, rusted door. The thugs hesitated.  Then they advanced, grinning.Vlad waited for their approach.  They were trying to flank him.  He edged forward a little bit, drawing one of the thugs towards him.The thug took the bait.  He took a vicious swing at Vlad’s head.  Using his shield, Vlad knocked the blow aside and then sliced downwards, slashing the man’s thigh.  He howled and skipped backwards as the other thug moved in for the kill.  Vlad let the blow bounce off his studded leather and then made the thug pay for it with his life.  Grungronazharr drank deeply from the man’s abdomen.The other thug desperately slashed at Vlad’s legs, but he hopped backwards to avoid the blow.  Vlad hacked downwards, his heavy blade easily deflecting the cutlass.  Then he finished the second thug.There was a stabbing pain in his left shoulder.  A crossbow bolt protruded from his armor. Vlad looked up.Another attacker hung out a window a floor up, having just released the bolt from his crossbow.  Vlad turned towards the door and slammed into it…Only to bounce off.  His whole body ached from the blow; the door wasn’t just locked, it was barred from the other side.  Of course it was, Vlad chided himself.  No Freeport home would leave a door unguarded. Another head poked out on the other side of the alley.  His tactics against melee assailants had turned the alley into a death trap.  They could fire on him with impunity.The ring!  Vlad pointed at the door and concentrated.  The sound of shrieking metal, unaccustomed to being moved in years, echoed through the alley.  Then the door unlocked itself and opened.Vlad kissed the Carcosan ring and charged through the doorway.</blockquote>

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