Goodfellerz
‘Dribbles’ Fitzpatrick stared at the slim drink of a creature in front of him. He blinked slowly barely able to believe what he had heard. He had made his name over a long and difficult life, fighting through the illegal prize fight circuit till he reached the top. His scarred green fists and missing tusks bore testimony to this and now this upstart was speaking to him like an equal. Dribbles stood and walked round his desk slowly brushing the creases out of his new white suit, slurping heavily as he brushed away some saliva that had formed on his bottom lip with a silk hanky.
“And explain to me why the hell I should not be beating you half to death?” he growled as only a Orc could, his voice heavily accented by the land of his birth.
The slim figure raised his gaze to the level of the huge creature that faced him, his pale skin, high cheek bones and pointed ears clearly visible beneath his wide brimmed hat. His manner was decidedly easy despite the over baring nature of the renowned boss.
“Because I offer you a lot and ask for very little, I just want to see ‘Waxy’ Carbone wearing concrete boots and I offer you the city.” When he spoke it was barely a whisper, but it was a measured and controlled voice.
The Orc moved with lightning speed grabbing the well tailored suit of the Elf by one shoulder in his big green fist and pinning him to the wall. He moves his battered and scarred face closely to that of the perfectly formed pink skinned Elf.
“And what is your issue with the Carbones, lad?” He said barely controlling the spittle.
The black suit of the Elf was twisted and held him pinned to the wall, his black and white spatz shoes barely touched the floor, still with a confident look on his face his eyes move slowly down to the switch blade at the Orc’s groin.
“That’s my problem.” he smiled
Seeing the blade the boss releases the slim gangster allowing him to drop to the floor.
“well lad, if you be fixin to make it mine then you’d better get to flapping your gums.”
The world is a fantastical version of 1930s America during the prohibition. A bit like gangsters/shadow run. It needs a lot of work ie forming of character classes and such the like but the basic premise is Elves = Gauls, Orcs = Celts Dwarves = Germanics and Scandinavian/Africans/American indians = Humans.
What do you think?
Do you know of any good/simple systems for running shooting and fighting ?
