Scorching Street - A Flaming Fist Ruleset
[The more formal rules governing the street patrol etiquette of the Flaming Fist here have been scribbled out. Below, a single paragraph, written in a rough, almost petulant hand:] Here's the thing. This city's a garden, and the mean weeds choke it out all day, every day. Right now you're green as spring grass, but soon you'll be tougher than the weeds, you got it? Else you're gonna get pruned. Here's how you do that: Avoid butting heads with the riffraff street scum when you can. If you've got to weigh in, bring your fellow Fist members. Once you and your buddies hand out the heavy stuff on asshole A, or B, or C, you keep handing it out. You don't run if things turn ugly And you stay loyal to one another. You're all in the Fist, and (much as the actress said to the cleric of Kelemvor) the Fist is in you.