Search the Community

GM Bedlam City September 28th, Late Evening... It was a brave man to store Gold anywhere in Bedlam, at least anywhere that was not behind six feet of solid steel. Things tended to go missing in Bedlam City, and Gold tended to go missing a lot. But a rumour had circulated that one of the dozens of corrupt business and officials that infested Bedlam had sequestered a ton of cash - in the form of gold bricks - in the basement of... ...a discoteque. Yes, thats right, a discoteque. It was called THE BASS BEAT. Although both "B"'s tended to flicker on and off, sometimes for several seconds, much to the amusement of everyone. Probably a bad bit of wiring. Probably a bad bit of wiring nobody was inclined to fix. NIghtscale had arrived, his Dragon-senses acute to the fact that there was an incredible amount of gold - possibly cursed gold - stored here. And that was something a dragon could not occur. And Rosa Thorn, Occult Investigator? Nobody had there nose to the ground more than Rosa Thorn. She had caught wind of the number of cursed artifacts pouring into the States like a trickle that was threatening to become a river. And apparently some ancient Chinese Gold, cursed to bring fire and disaster to whoever owned it, had been siphoned off by some crooked pharmaceutical company. And presumably was going to be siphoned off by some crooked official in that crooked company. That was the way of things. Rosa knew the flow of such things, and had managed to find out (via various means and loose tongues) the location of the cursed gold. The Bass Beat!