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Post by Dave on Aug 8, 2007 23:15:29 GMT -5
Finally arriving at his destination, Reth'noctis walks into the establishment and spies a small table off to one side of the room. He gets a shot and a beer from the bartender, then takes a seat at the table he found, drinking alone.
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Aug 9, 2007 2:19:01 GMT -5
Sorry for the delay, got yanked away as soon as I finished my first post. —————————————————————— For Reth'noctis: The sewers yield nothing in the way of prey, many of the more foolish or brave rebels have already met their ends at you and your fellow Dark Caste members. You order off a few rabblerousers, threatening them somewhat with your presence alone, but otherwise the sewers offer nothing. En route to the Bluegrass, a team of Fire Caste soldiers salute you before proceeding on, the mobilizing group seeming a bit strange. A squad of the size you just saw does not usually patrol the area. As quickly as they salute, they are gone again, marching off with a purpose clearly in mind. The Bluegrass Retreat seems to be doing business as usual, the atmosphere quiet and pleasant, maintaining the air of a sophisticated diner. Several guests are indeed residents and what look to be formal robes or cloaks are in some cases, luxurious bath robes or pajamas. Upon arriving and acquiring your drinks (for free, as the innkeep and tavernkeeper are quite eager to remain on the good side of the Aun'el as well as keep any trouble to a minimum, especially the Inquisition of the Aun'el and you are quite a daunting figure) and small table, you feel a bit of a presence. As if someone a bit more than the city nobles and officers is also present in the luxurious tavern. (Spot and Listen checks, or, if you're feeling a distinct lack of subtlety then Search would also suffice. Or you could simply ignore it, it's your move.) —————————————————————— For Sochur: The night seems unusually still. Almost unnerving, but one of your experience shakes off the feeling. You're used to stillness of night. A small disturbance and scuffling noise catches your attention but the distinct markings of Fire Caste soldiers keeps you from investigating, it's well known they don't like their affairs being scrutinized by random passing individuals (which is what I imagine you're passing yourself off as). They seem to be marching a squad off to some unknown goal. Knowing that following would only cause undue trouble at the moment, you continue on your course to The Damsel. Upon entering you're greeted with the familiar site of a tavern that clearly only has one requirement for service: payment. Throughout the bar various different groups have claimed tables. One table even seems to sport a group of Fire Caste soldiers who seem to be slumming it or enjoying a night off. Near the back is the familiar door, if it could be called that. The not-so-secret-entrance to Lossterat's Den is merely a doorway occupied by an iron golem. A particularly vicious looking one that fills the opening quite completely. Not even a halfling could get in without alerting the hulking metal beast. After placing his order with a rather curt human male, you find a place to sit that seems least likely to offend any of the present groups. Although many turn to observe your entrance, they quickly lose interest. (Spot checks would be required for a more detailed list of current customers and clients, until then, it's your move.) —————————————————————— For Dakavar: The backroom seemed disturbingly quiet, even the ruffling of pages from your book seemed obtrusive to the oppressive silence of the night. The city was oddly muted and it simply felt wrong. The crystal jittered and darted around almost manic. A package was delivered to the front of the building with nary a sound, containing a list of possible jobs... many which were unsuprisingly pointless and on the low end of skill. However, another package arrives minutes later, bearing a somewhat more official marking on it's seal. "Intended for the partnership of Dakavar and Sochur." The package seems thick and heavy... suspiciously so. Any attempts to discern anything about it through magic, eyesight, feel, or any other sense are foiled quickly. Clearly the package itself is designed to obscure any attempts to pierce it until opened by its chosen recipient. With no other word coming in from the MTA excluding these two (although the second package seems doubtful that the MTA was directly responsible for its creation and contents) packages, and with the one listing being so obviously beneath the skill level of even a standard mercenary, it can be assumed that these are the only options presented from the MTA as of the moment. The silence of the night encroaches everstill as the few mercenaries who joined up with you and Sochur head home for the evening or out to complete the various menial tasks on the first list. (Your move, open the package? Go find Sochur? Up to you what you do.) ——————————————————————
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Post by lordnutari on Aug 9, 2007 2:41:50 GMT -5
Thinking about what Sochur said, he walks out, first, dipping into the Damsel to see if Sochur is in there, and if he isn`t, well, then, he`ll have to just go to his house. The psicrystal still weaving about his head, he ignores it, entering the room, and looking around, "Huh, seems Sochur isn`t here, I`ll just go to his house I suppose." He says, looking around the room, he then starts to walk out.
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 9, 2007 2:45:47 GMT -5
Sochur notices the light from the door being opened, no doubt a sign that the Damsel needs a few lights. He though, "Oh, come on..." as he took one sip of his drink. He discretely changed his face but kept his clothing to keep anybody from noticing. He stood up and grabbed Dakavar, dragging him out the door with him. "Okay, what? What is it now?"
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Post by lordnutari on Aug 9, 2007 2:48:26 GMT -5
Dakavar blinked, "Oh, you were in there, I suppose I just did not see, you, well, I have two things to show you, one, is this, the generic MTA book, the menial jobs are being taken care of associates, and we`ll get the backpay later, but, there is this." He shows the mysterious package. "I thought I should not open it without my partner there as well, shall we retire to your place, or mine?"
DM-EDIT changed "mysterious book" to "mysterious package" You've not opened it yet and its contents defy discovery without it being opened.
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 9, 2007 2:51:07 GMT -5
"Mine. I have something to drink there, at least." Sochur, rather annoyed, rambled in his mind about a drink, heading to his house, not waiting to see if Dakavar was following, which he no doubt was.
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Post by lordnutari on Aug 9, 2007 2:52:30 GMT -5
Sighing Dakavar followed, "You know, that drink is going to be the death of you, but, I am sorry for interrupting the silent death of your internal organs." He said, keeping up with Sochur while his psicrystal danced around Sochurs head now, and then back to his.
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 9, 2007 13:34:45 GMT -5
Arriving at his house, Sochur poured himself a drink, waiting for what Dakavar had to say. "So, what was important enough to pull me away from a drink?"
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Post by lordnutari on Aug 9, 2007 13:52:03 GMT -5
He pulls out the Mysterious Package! (Tm) and shows it to Sochur, "This, Its not from the MTA, and probably has a job." He sets it on the table, "You want to open it, or should I?"
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 9, 2007 13:54:31 GMT -5
"Yea, I'll open it up." Sochur grabbed the package, and began to slowly open it up. "Any idea who sent it?" he said as he finished unrapping it.
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Post by lordnutari on Aug 9, 2007 13:57:06 GMT -5
"None, It came to the door, I`m hoping its not a bomb." He also takes a slight step backwards at saying this.
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Aug 9, 2007 14:07:41 GMT -5
For Dakavar and Sochur: The package opens up to reveal a single sheet of parchment and a tiny leather pouch. Upon inspection of the pouch, it is much more than it appears to be, an impressive volume of space within it readily available (Bag of Holding Type I). The letter itself reads:
There is no signature or identifying marks on the letter or packaging. After reading the letter you realize that you still have around 45 minutes to get to the Junction (which, you both are aware of where it is, having maps of the city in your mercenary work).
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Post by Cadic's Devoted on Aug 9, 2007 18:25:31 GMT -5
[Note] Some basic things, such as lodging, have been taken care of off screen in IMs with the GM, just to not have to RP silly little crap like me renting an apartment.[/Note]
Sitting at a small table near the back of the Bluegrass, a man dressed in black, well cut clothing although in an odd, almost foreign style, sits nursing a glass of dark red wine. The man has short, close cropped hair, also black. His emerald green eyes seem to sway slowly from side to side, scanning the room. His face is rather angular, almost elflike, without the pointy ears. On his left cheek is a fine scar, leading from the inside corner of his eye, down to the middle of his cheek. He is cleanshaven. At his left hip, a well made (See Masterwork) shortsword hangs.
With a faint smile on his face he takes a sip of his wine, watching curiously as the strange figure walks in and takes a seat at another of the Inns small tables. Being careful to not let his eyes linger too long, he notes the figure as someone to find more information about, before continuing his slow scan of the room, occassionally taking sips of his wine. Mentally he takes note of anyone that looks especially important, especially those that can be seen wearing the medallalion marking them as Dark Caste members.
[OOC:] 19 Spot, 23 Search, as im not trying to hide the fact that I seem to be scanning the room, seemingly in search of somone. [/ooc]
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Aug 12, 2007 18:47:31 GMT -5
For Reth'Noctis: A black-dressed foreigner gets up from his table and approaches a group of nobles in a heated discussion and joins in their conversation after sitting at the table and ordering some drinks. He sits and continues to discuss with them for a good deal of time ——————————————————————
For Other Players: It is possible to seek me out and IM-play this game with me for further privacy if you wish it. Also if you wish more immediate responses this is a good way to get them. I will be the judge of what gets posted afterwards and what all you can do outside of posts. This is to keep things moving more quickly and in some cases allow for faster game development as well as more private and timely responses. So, in short, there are alot of things you can do off forum through the wonders of IM, although please be assured, the people doing things in IMs have no advantages over the people who choose not to and will both will be given fair and equal amounts of attention, responses, and activities/actions/chances to do things.
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 12, 2007 21:25:41 GMT -5
"Well...what do you think of this? It's going to pay good, for sure, but it is involving us with Ethereals. That's ever something I like to get involved with."
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