As you are getting your heads together and moving out, you come to realize you are in the middle of a racetrack of some kind, though one abandoned probably around the time Rainier blew up. The structures are partially collapsed grandstands.
As you start to leave the area, the clouds shift to reveal about a dozen figures coming across the track in front of you. Following them is a banger that several of the more streetwise of you immediately recognize as a Troll-Killer.
“See, this is what I was telling you yokels about, tuskers and faeries mixing with race traitors like they are normal and drek. Initiation time boys, bring me a pointy ear and you get colors.”
The drug crazed eyes of the uninitiated make it clear negotiation is not going to happen.
(OOC: Anyone who hasn’t already done so, roll initiative. Everyone else keep the number you had, we will try and do IC posts in initiative order.)
EDIT: Ooops everyone did, I have the order as : Clem (16), Johnny (14), O'Connor (12), Fionn and Sammy (10), Torley ( 8 ) and Heron (5) Is this correct?