History of the Downtowners
Age of Stryfe
The Downtowners began only few years ago as a group of privateers under the employ of various Wayfarers. Realizing their position as a tool in a greater power struggle, the Downtowners abandoned their employer to strike out alone. The gang went on without a home for some time, continuing to ambush and extract tolls from traders. To redirect or intercede in trade like this requires capable pathfinding, and in this realm Downtowners are uncanny. Those amongst their ranks offer little to explain this beyond “a knack”.
Age of Freshmen
In the period referred to by most as the Age of Discovery, the Downtowners had good luck with new recruits. Anybody who had been kicked out or left their home was drawn to the gang and welcomed. You do a good turn for the gang, and it won’t be forgotten - long as you don’t turn your back on family. The gang may ask you to do a few things that civil folk won’t like, but family is more important than those stuffy punks.
Age of the Cheat
The Downtowners have some real backbone now, setting em’ up to hit back hard at some old clients who were stiff on payments. Guess it’s hard to ask your merchant buddies for protection once your hired highwaymen realize they’ve been sold a raw deal.
Age of Family
As the gang grew, it was time to settle down. The Downtowners carved a home out of a few crumbling buildings and dubbed it ‘Alleyway Junction’. Today, this outpost is 18 years old. This location allowed the gang to support a few larger endeavors, playing host to smiths and sciency-folks that had departed from their original homes.
Age o’ the Fight
There were some big damn arguments a while back, everybody got in a tizzy. Settled the whole thing in a knife fight and made a tradition out of it. Just blades, no patterns. Mano a mano. Loser gets patched up and drops whatever bullshit started the fight, then everybody hugs it out.
Age o’ tha Score
Hit a cab and got some sweet kicks, but a Wayfarer big wig got hot and heavy about it. We ditched the heat and sent back his stupid shoes, not worth spilling blood with a cash cow shoving armored goons down our throat.
Age o’ Threads
Jackpot. Found a warehouse full of old coats, mostly better than what we’ve been able to snag. Bro swears he only found the stuff cuz it matches some duds they wore in his old VHS tapes, but that doesn’t make a lick of sense. Dude is always finding cool stuff though, like these crates of hair gel and that old jukebox that works when you smack it. Still on the lookout for extra pairs of blue jeans, most guys are wearin’ em faded and patchy.
Age o’... Ages
We jumped this goofball in a suit, and he offered to pay me a good bit for writing him a history of the gang. Easy payout.
Age ah... Last Tuesday, I guess
We done here? I figure this is enough