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Prison Raiding
Breaking into the Azorius prison was easier than I expected. We sent our goblin friend whizzing up on his backpack to the roof while Thirst, the Lizard and I strolled through the front door. Thirst and I were on the same page the whole time and when he dumped oil on the floor I knew exactly what he had in mind. No one can resist a pyrotechnic show. I traded heavy blows with one arrester, but the sneaky lizard caught him in the neck. A great scrap. After that it was an easy trip to the top. Our goblin friend had managed to knock out two arresters with ease. I don’t know how, but what a rakdos member he would make if only he turned his attention to pyro-performance instead of endless tinkering. I sense the makings in him though.

We grabbed the captive and ran to the elevator and are now making our descent. I can hope for an easy escape, but I think we may have some more fun in our path. My friends gifted me an enchanted goblet of sorts that makes both beer and wine, but it wouldn’t function within the magic constraints of the prison. A pity we had to have all this fun sober.
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A glorious night
Last night was a blast! I finally convinced the other members of the strange new troop that I'm a part of to loosen up and have a good time. Imagine my surprise upon running into them while headed to bed early in the morning. They all seemed a little banged up from their encounters in the Gruul territory (no surprise there) and saw my good sense in sleeping through the most uninteresting part of the day. They were dead set on going to the Gorehouse to talk to a new performer that night, (his show is not as good as mine) about his experience inside an Azorius prison. I was happy to show the way as I'm both very interested in what may be happening within the ranks of the Azorius, and love a good time at the gorehouse. The drinks started flowing as they do and the glass started shattering and we were having a really grand time watching the show. As always there's room for improv in a rakdos performance and I thought that the thing they needed was our goblin friend's help so threw him onstage at the perfect moment. To his credit, he was brilliant and actually improved the show. The crowd went wild.
Our goblin was so popular he got us invited to the after-party and how could we turn it down? Things start to get a little fuzzy for me from here, but I remember dueling an ogre at some point in the night to the roar of the crowd. I wanted to avoid killing the pitiful thing but he gave me such a knock on the head that I'm not sure how the night ended for him. While I served as a perfect distraction, my friends knocked out our target. The last thing I remember is carrying him out of the gorehouse, so I must have carried him all the way to where we finally passed out. I'm not sure what they would have done without me.
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Trust
It hass come to my attention that there is more to my comrades than meetss the eye. Just when Thirst thought them simple creatures with a propenssity for desstruction, Zivix shows his clevernesss. Thirst had not realized he was not only one with Dimir keyrune. How could Thirst have misssed thiss? I am not sure whether to distrusst the Goblin or admire hiss sleights. After all, getting thiss past my eyes is gquite impresssive. Zebruso showed great leadership capabilities too when disscussing our next steps. He is not just a big dumb elephant after all and could be valuable in keeping our rag-tag bunch in one piece. After all, having brains and brawn is so much more valuable than idiotic smashing like that Minotaur who we haven't seen since we walked into the bathhouse the firsst time. I wonder where he's wandered off to.. No matter, we are deep in the depths of the undercity where he cannot follow so we'll have to track him down later.
I feel so at home here, but I do believe that Chazirek's skills eclipse my own when navigating through the sewerss. When we were sleeping, he must have run off to find some mushrooms or feces to wallow in. We didn't have time to wait on him and it's a good thing we didn't. Running into the Dimir is no trivial matter and it's good that neither of our worst negotiators were there to ruin it, though that bumbling Gruul numbskull almost got my throat slit. I know that the only way to negotiate with spiess and assassins is by showing your value. All I want is some damn gold and more information about that crafty guild of secrets. I was honesstly surprised when they agreed to give uss a portion up front, though this job will be far from easy. I sure hope that we can prove our value, otherwise we may end up facedown in a watery grave or worse, no memory of our former lives. I've already been through that with the Simic, the last thing I need is for it to happen again...
Session: Back to the Water Reclaimer Chamber - Sunday, Mar 03 2019 from 9:00 AM to 1:00 PM
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Danger
What a day what a day. Thirst remembers why he has never ventured into Red Wastess. So much aggresssion at every turn. Not even chance to negotiate with Viashino. The Boross ones are crasss, but at least will talk before sstriking. It was good to see companionss hold their own in a fight. They are all more powerful than Thirst realized, very impresssive. We cut through Viashino like packbeast butter. It was surprissing to meet an ally in the wastes even after she trapped my comrades. She was a graciouss host, but I still do not trusst the pelt collector. She has a story that Thirst is curiouss about, but may not get to invesstigate further. No matter, at least she gave us good information about Borborygmoss whereabouts. I still cannot belive we got away with our livess. The cyclopss was as tall as a building and could have crushed uss with his thumb. But he somehow seemed benevolent compared to the monstrouss hydra that attacked uss. Thirst is very curiouss if the hydra and giantss were sent to kill Boroborygmoss as a power move or an assassination attempts. Or is thiss just Tuessday in the Rubblebelt? Once Zivix and Chazirek's lightning bolts skewered one giant, I had put my sword through the other's eye, and Zebruso crushed the hydra's heart with his hammer of gods, Borborygmoss was thoroughly impresssed with the Stranger Than Fiction Unit. He gave uss much information and offered uss much platinum for return of his clan-members. He also gave uss all evidence collected from the bathhousse and Thirst is very intrigued by two items in particular. The goblin hoarded over strange black cylinder and we do not trusst his intentionss with it, but what Chazirek claimed had a verry curiouss aura. The spider legs that came out from the amulet musst hold very dark magic indeed. Thirst can't wait to see what they do, but is content to let his companionss find out for themsselves for now. All we need now is some damn ssilk rope and a soft bed. Perhapss Thirst can find some better weapons too. Thiss giant's eye goup iss not coming off this old russty sword easily...
Session: Follow the Rubblebelt Road - Sunday, Feb 24 2019 from 9:00 AM to 1:00 PM
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Work Work Work
Thirst is as upset as his comrades. He did not antissipate working for old bags and hippiess all day. But Thirst is poor. We needs to acquire bargainss wherever possible. And being in good standings with citizenss in the market will be helpful later on in invesstigations. I doesn't understand why the goblin and snot man are so upset. We are being paid by individual contract, not by the speed with which we finish. Regardlesss, Thirst is nervouss to enter Red Wastes. Only experience we hass dealing with Gruul has gone well, but they are still unpredictable. Thirst can't stand little goblin gangs in Tin Street. They always try to steal Thirsts thingss. We hopes to acquire some higher quality rope soon and posssibly some gold for buying shiny new knife the goblin told uss about. Though acquiring gold in Gruul territory might be as difficult as finding a Krassis with only 4 appendages...
Session: A Fiery Betrayal - Saturday, Feb 16 2019 from 3:00 PM to 7:00 PM
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A most interesting night
In all of Zivix's 16 years Zivix has never had a night like this. Usually, Zivix tinkers until his hands are numb and falls asleep on his desk, but tonight was different. Zivix blames the interesting company he keeps. At first Zivix was intrigued by the thought of another wizard and the strange monstrous party as friends are hard to come by in Ravnica. But the company has proven to be unpredictable, and while Zivix knows the Firemind loves chaotic inventions, Zivix himself likes his routine. Zivix has to get rid of the bodies, Zivix has never killed anyone before...what to do, what to do. Zivix was bested by the other wizard today, perhaps spending too much time in the lab has made his magic rusty, perhaps Zivix needs to broaden his horizons. Zivix believes there is more than meets the eye, belligerent Azorious, Gruul raids in the Boros territory...Zivix would reach out to his contacts, but Zivix knows not who he can trust. For now Zivix will trust Zivix and small cat only.
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Deception
Thirst has never been so furiouss in his life. No no not even the time his favorite Dragonpearl was stolen mades him ssso angry. I thougts I had proper background ressearch on the project. How could I be so sstupid to not trusst insstinctss? Thirst is never caught off guard. Thiss is what happens when we takes orders from anyone other than the Prime Speakerss. The Azoriuss knows more than I realized and musst be at the top of what is happening here. Thirst has terrible feeling about what happenss next. Who can we trusst? I will research my current companionss more carefully, though since they were almosst killed by the slimy lawmage that can casst more powerful spells than Thirst ever would have susspected, they probably wants same thing we wants. We musst find out more about thiss mysterious Izzet woman and her agenda. We will follow orderss, but we will not forget what the Azoriuss did. We will hunt down the Vedalken whose name may or may not be Redunklusss. We will tear out Redunklusss throat and leave him for the Rot Farmerss. Itss time to follow the bread crumbss, yiss. Thiss all stinks of Azoriuss cover-up and the Simic musst know what is happening. The evidence musst lead to the slimy mage. He will pay.
Session: Meet at the Tattered Drake - Sunday, Feb 10 2019 from 3:00 PM to 7:00 PM
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All-in-all not a bad night
This letter has led to a chaotic state of affairs and that's not necessarily a bad thing I suppose. It was a strange group of us who gathered on the top floor of the Tattered Drake. Bleh, it was an Izzet establishment with many fancy things to tip over, drop, and break. Their fault for letting me through the door in the first place. I believe the Izzet woman was attempting to gather one of each guild under the roof, which seems like a terrible idea to me. I'm still not sure exactly what sort of errand we were actually sent on, but it involved gold and promised more chaos than I could stand to turn down.

The ancient creature who took command of our small party was an Azorius! Initially, I had to respect his leadership instincts. The group was comfortable with him leading, and while I still did as I pleased, I was happy to let him wrangle the others.

At the building we were told to investigate, we were confronted by Azorius arresters. Initially, I and an Orzhov loxodon were prepared to fight, but our Azorius leader told us to lie low and he would talk to them. Being sorely overpowered against a squad of arresters, I saw the wisdom in that. Our group ducked around a back entrance except for one trash elf whose aura and (lack of) social skills I had come to admire during the nights venture. Redunklas' negotiations had failed and it seemed as though we were going to have to fight our way out. As the arresters approached the exposed trash elf, and rounded the corner to the back entrance the Loxodon and I threw up a mighty charge. I sure as Rakdos am not about to run from any arrester when they get too big for their Azorius charms. We had those blue boys right where we wanted them, but I certainly was not expecting the fireball (or the second fireball) from our Azorius friend Redonklas. Though I don't believe it was a setup, one of my personal creeds "never trust azorius" was only reinforced by the nights activities.

By the time I had come to, the battle was over, and I, lucky to have survived another scrap. Something is indeed up with Azorius, though I'm not sure where we go from this point.
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Parched
This has been an efficient day, yiss. Thirst has done well today. First checking on the Izzet lab near Ravnica General hosspital and reporting to Boross arressters about new hot drink that make goblins vibrate like hummerbirdiess. Then insspecting Tin Street market stalls for health code violationss. All clear, yiss. Big day at Tin Street because Rakdoss fesstival come soon. Won't be going near there during that, no. For some reason, speakers want me to go watch Azoriuss unload statues near fountain disstrict. I hates Azoriuss, very careful. But me more careful, yiss. But most exciting was picking up mail from posstal sservice. Those "masterful" Dimir sure took their sweet times getting Thirst his packagess he ordered. Not only wass my new game in one box, but another box has letter. Weird letter. Never gets mail that say "burn thiss." This is not orders from Prime Speaker. Thiss something elsse. I am quite thirssty for a Gin and Tectonic. Is only thing I likes about Gruul "culture." I might ass well sees what all this fuss is abouts...
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Burn after reading.
Stupid Zivix... Stupid Zivix, he thought to himself. This was almost as bad as the time when he used bat guano as a substitute for khalni heart... After wiping the soot from he goggles he began to collect the pieces of his failed invention. Perhaps 23 cores of power wasn't the right amount he thought, definitely needed more. Suddenly he realized and exclaimed, "The letter! The letter!". In all his time spent in Ravnica Zivix had never once been the recipient of a fancy letter. So enthralled by it he had mounted it on his workstation waiting for the perfect time to open it and see what was inside. After a thorough investigation the only piece he found was a partially burned corner which read "burn after reading", how terribly ironic he thought.

Saddened by the unfortunate series of events which furthered the doubt in his mind that he'd ever be accepted as an Izzet researcher, Zivix slumped in his seat and checked his watch. It was already 10:15 in the evening. He'd been working on his invention for two days straight without seeing the light of day. Perhaps it was time for a break, he thought. He headed down toward his favorite drinking spot, the Tattered Drake Tavern, looking to drown his sorrows in a large goblet of wine. On the bright side, Zikzax had told him that the pub had recently gotten a series of various exotic blends, including the illustrious Vitu-Ghazi Doubling Seasoned Wine, a variety he hadn't had in quite a while.

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Veotrius receives the letter
Veotrius stepped out of the arena to the roar of the crowd gathered under the twisted metal cover of the makeshift arena. Creatures of a multitude of shapes and sizes pushed their way in front of him forcing their congratulations upon him in the red glow of the torches lighting everything. He hadn't meant to slice the human combatant in two, but somewhere between a dual and a performance lay the danger that so pleased the demon-lord Rakdos. Not every gladiatorial exchange ended in death, but for the losers, the wounds often meant it was their last. The crowds ate it up. A well-wisher shoved a rolled-up piece of parchment into his hand, and disappeared into the crowd. Another, a painted ceramic vessel sloshing over with some potent drink. He took a swig. It was strong, fiery even. He took another long pull hooking the vessel over his elbow as he drank. As he stopped for a breath he threw the vessel to the floor where it shattered, the drink splattering everyone. It was time to celebrate.

It was the next afternoon when he came too, in his quarters. A very small space with a windowed door, bunk and cabinet. The whole space bumped up and down as the giant carrying it on his back walked through the streets of the infinite city. This giant wore a pack with several such quarters housing other performers and several of the support components for the arena set up on a nightly basis. Together their whole caravan consisted of several such giants wearing packs the size of buildings and pulling ornately painted carnival wagons (many with large burn spots.)

He unrolled the parchment rolling back and forth across the floor of his quarters. "Burn after reading," were the first words to reach his eyes.

"Won't be a problem," he thought to himself. "Total collapse, huh? Doesn't sound so bad to me.." Still he was intrigued. The letter went on to suggest the elite of Ravnica were only growing in power. The reason he joined the Cult of Rakdos was to undermine and fight against just such entities. He thought of his brothers somewhere in the Boros Legion continuing the proud tradition of the Ordruun family line. All of them but his youngest brother refused to admit he wasn't killed in battle. Their organization contributing to the terrible power grab this letter suggested.
On the opposite side of this sentiment was his former slave-master in the Scab Clan of the Gruul. His former master was a massive minotaur who had spared his life during a battle while Veotrius was a young commander in the Boros Legion. Veotrius fought as a slave in Gruul raids earning the respect of the Scab clan. He participated in the body modifications of the clan most notably the carving of his horns into fearsomly decorated weapons. Even now despite his Rakdos allegiances, he still wore many bone piercings, and wove bone beads into his thick hair as was customary of the Gruul. He won his freedom by saving the life of the massive minotaur who was his master during a particularly harrowing raid. The two minotaurs shared a mutual respect for one another, but Veotrius left the clan after that.

The chaos of the Gruul had inspired him as to what Ravnican society should look like, but he knew it would never be accomplished through pointless raids on the outskirts. No, chaos would have to come from inside. The Cult of Rakdos offered him this opportunity, and he jumped at it. Perhaps taking down the elite mentioned in this letter could build him some renown with his new allegiance. The Tattered Drake sounded like an Izzet establishment. No matter, those crack-pots could use some greater variance in their formulas. He'd be there.
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Character Backgrounds
Provide a brief background of your character and their thoughts about the letter they received.
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