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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Viking Bastard" data-source="post: 25096" data-attributes="member: 509">Act 5 – The Bank RobberyTholin was just a plain little born and bred city gnome. He didn’t really like the city that much though, in his dreams he lives in the country.  In a little cottage somewhere on the edge of Forkwood.  He really liked the country, peaceful and quiet, fresh air and nothing but friendly neighbours (and if they weren’t that friendly, they at least probably lived some distance away). It’s not like that in the city. It’s loud and people are rude and everything smells of mud and thunderstone smoke. Bah!  The first thing Tholin would do when he would raise enough money to move away would to be to give mister Lipschulzt, his boss,  the finger.  He hated his job as a cashier, people are always rude to him and he’s surrounded by nothing but limitless greed all day long and he really, really hates his job when stupid gun wielding orcs storm in and demand the combination to the safe. This was the third time this year.“Give me da numbers to open da safe ya gnome vermin!! This is yer last chance!”“I already told you, I don’t have ‘em!  Only Mr. Lipschulzt has access to the safe.”The orc growls in annoyance and looks at Tholin as if he’s wondering whether or not to blow his head off.  He seems to decide against it as he says: “Pah, gnome insect!” and then calls to his gang partners: “Get da thundersticks!  We’re gonna have to blow da door up!”Just then a loud explosion goes off somewhere outside over the bank.  The chief orc seems a bit worried and yells again over to his partners: “Argh, that would be da bank’s flare, da capes will be here in no time. Hurry!!”* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * One of the City Guard’s  watchers saw the flare from the Golden Ox bank and some capes are sent to help.  The players and two others.A small crowd is gathering around the front of the bank but when one of the robbers shoots a couple of rounds from his shotgun though the main entrance the crowd suddenly scatters.  Kurk waves his axe around to discourage anyone who’d try to return.Stickler sneaks silently to the door and quickly looks through the big hole the shotgun blast left behind. He counts eight orc thugs, two armed with shotguns, one with a rifle and the remaining five just with ordinary pistols.  One is holding the cashier, a small tidy well dressed city gnome, down with his foot and points his pistol at him.  He’s ordering some of the other orcs around, he seems to be the leader.  Behind the cashier’s desk there is a big round thick steel door, about 2 ½ metres in diameter.  It’s probably the door to the safe.  Two of the orcs seem to be doing somethingto the big door, but Stickler can’t see what.  They are probably trying to open it.Suddenly one of the shotgun carrying orcs notice Stickler.  “Argh, the capes are here!!”  He shoots at Stickler and Stickler just barely jumps away from the door as a new big hole is formed in it.  He runs into cover to the other capes.</blockquote>

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