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Post by lordnutari on Aug 13, 2007 6:10:25 GMT -5
Dakavar sighs, "Simply put, we do need the money, so, we should at least go to the meeting, if they have everything together, in theory, we should be able to leave untouched if it seems risky."
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 13, 2007 20:49:02 GMT -5
"Well, I say yes then. What say you?"
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Post by lordnutari on Aug 13, 2007 20:54:12 GMT -5
"I think we can manage it, lets do so." He says with a nod, "But we`ll need to hurry to meet the appointed time."
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Post by Dave on Aug 13, 2007 21:05:33 GMT -5
James - Spot 25 noticing things in the room, 24 if the lights are considered 'bright.' Also, I have no visible identification on my person. However, both of my incredibly well made (greater masterwork) daggers are visible strapped to my forearms.
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Aug 14, 2007 18:07:48 GMT -5
For Reth'Noctis: You notice a rather bland appearing nobleman by the name of Lord Eklo, a heavy ally to the Aun'el. You have been fully briefed as to who he is and what he does for the Aun'el (You will be PM'ed the information). You see that the foreign looking man is getting up to leave the table after a lengthy discussion which, you manage to overhear is about the Ethereals and the recent controversy concerning the Princess Adashara and her being added to their ranks. No one seems to take too much notice of you although the foreigner did glance at you for a moment. ——————————————————————
For Dakavar and Sochur: (Assuming you want me to skip the generic: "We walk to the sewers" part.) Upon arriving at Sewer Junction #7, the place being unusually quiet and still, you hear a male voice: "Are you Sochur and Dakavar? The mercenaries to whom the package was delivered?" The voice speaks gruffly in common but you can tell from a heavy accent and guttural speech that Common was not the first language this being learned. The man stands roughly 7 feet tall, wearing chain mail bearing the crest of Asharis (note: not Tash'n), and has a spear on his back and a tower shield held at the ready in a purely defensive position (the tower shield being a popular choice for the guerilla fighters of the sewers due to the narrow passageways it can block off mostly). You are unable to determine his race as his helmet obscures much, but you guess he is half ogre/troll, or some such beastial race. "If you are, speak quickly, produce the note and the bag, for verification, and then you may ask questions while you follow me. The questions may or may not be answered." The figure goes silent and awaits a reply.
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 14, 2007 18:33:27 GMT -5
Sochur spoke first. "Yes, we are them." He presented the bag, and looked back at him. "What can we do for you today?"
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Post by Dave on Aug 14, 2007 20:41:10 GMT -5
Taking another drink from the half-full bottle he has been drinking from, Reth'Noctis follows the foreign looking man leave the table with his eyes, seeing where this man is going. When he leaves, Reth'noctis sets down his bottle, waits for less than half a minute, and then disappears from his seat {Shadow Jaunt}. He reappears on the roof of the establishment, overlooking the street, attempting to pick out this foreigner on the street {Spot 28}. As he stands there, armor made out of thousands of small plates comes out of nowhere and covers his body.
[OOC] I also begin to detect magic and drop into hunter's stance (gives scent). Also remember that I can see invisibility[/OOC]
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Post by Cadic's Devoted on Aug 14, 2007 21:03:57 GMT -5
Feeling the strange man in the corners eyes on him as he leaves, he tosses out his idea to save the men, favoring to save his own life instead. "They switched alliances to the Aun'el anyway... I guess they'll get whats coming to them." As soon as he stepped out into the street he immediately turned to the right and stepped swiftly down the street, slipping into the first alley he came to. Mumbling a word of Arcane power he disappears, reappearing across the street several blocks down in an alley, his appearance instantly changing to clothing that is basically the same, although of a cut more suitable to local styles, his face losing the scar, gaining a beard, and his face fleshing out slightly from the elfish look[12+10(disguise self)+3(Cha)=25 Disguise]. Stepping from the alley he swiftly moves off down the street, continuing away from the bar, not looking back to see if the strange man followed him or not.
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Post by Dave on Aug 14, 2007 21:28:27 GMT -5
Leaping off the roof with a flip into the air, Reth'noctis becomes like a ghost in the night, floating from rooftop to rooftop down the street after his prey. His daggers flow into his hands at some point during this chase, and a grin at his mouth. Once he has caught up, Reth'noctis drops down through the roof of a building, dropping down to street level. He bounds out of the building at his target, cornering him against a building, knives aimed upwards, pressed against his chest. "Who do you think you are? Obviously not from this city, yet you dare to provoke and then avoid me? Me?!" Reth'noctis is obviously not paying attention to any attention he is drawing from passerby (and I would assume that most of them avoid us).
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Post by Cadic's Devoted on Aug 14, 2007 21:37:00 GMT -5
Seeing a figure come flying out of the wall of the building across the street, his appearance fluctuates, the disguise on his body dropping, revealing him to be wearing exactly what he was back in the Bluegrass, with the addition of a supple, blackened chain shirt under his jacket. Keeping the presense of mind to keep the disguise on his face, it appears as it did back in the Bluegrass, slightly elven, with the scar and cleanshaven. Reaching for his shortsword, he fails to get it clear of the sheath before he finds himself pinned to the wall, a pair of daggers poking into his chain shirt, staring face to face with the strange creature form the tavern.
"Well, regardless of who I am, the real question is why you are attacking an innocent citizen in the streets, and why it should be a big deal what I do...and how you figure I provoked you by talking to people in a tavern and then leaving. I was walking down the street, minding my own business, what makes you think I was avoiding you..whoever you are?" [bluff 18+13=31]
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Post by Dave on Aug 14, 2007 21:51:17 GMT -5
Sense Motive 18+12=30 (that correction you made was all the difference in the world, Nick)
"It is important what you do because I say it is. You obviously don't know who I am, or you would know that. I am Reth'vre Tash'n Devin Mal'noctis, the Evil Night - and I am the hand of the great Aun'el. Your business is only private so long as I don't take an interest in it. If you do not provoke me again, I will have no interest in your affairs." At this point, the daggers are relaxing from your chest. "However, (the daggers are pressed firmly once again) you have interested me with this brief chase. Give me a good reason not to take you in for questioning, and I'll give it some thought. After all, I can be very reasonable."
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Post by Cadic's Devoted on Aug 16, 2007 15:35:23 GMT -5
Thinking quickly while this strange creature talks, he attempts to think of a way out. "Well.. I could just port out again, but I somehow think that would only provoke him to come after me more... Damn... Bloody Aun'el... As the thing stops talking, he quickly racks his brain, realizing he had stopped paying attention. "Ahhh.. wants a good reason not to take me in...frick.. "Well, my good Mal'noctis, is it really worth your time to take me in for questioning? After all, what possible purpose is there for taking me in? Do you really think I know something that I am hiding, or of worth?" (19+13=32....wow my dice love me while I'm at gencon...)
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Aug 16, 2007 18:33:28 GMT -5
For Reth'Noctis and Moriarti and Riot: (All three need to make Will Saves DC 24, Riot already rolled his) (Your current theme) You feel an incredible force ripple through the area visibly scattering stones and loose debris that, if you failed the save, presses you into utter stillness as even breathing seems somewhat strained and difficult in the presence of such an awesome power. A very strained at remaining calm and controlled voice that seems to demand your focus echoes in the opressive and sudden silence of the street as anyone and everyone flees immediately. [glow=black,2,300] "V... io... lence... ? Dis... turb... ance...? Cha... os...?"[/glow] A somewhat tall, lanky man wearing a mask shaped like a gruesome skull is standing in the middle of the street suddenly from out of nowhere, the air crackling and seeming to roil from his presence. He wears a black trenchcoat that drags on the ground obscuring his whole figure and the whispers of it moving across the street sound as though small screams and howls of agony. He is wearing two gauntlets that drip red energy that looks almost as though blood but it dissipates before it reaches the ground. His eyes are invisible behind the darkness of the mask but Reth'Noctis and Moriarti both feel as though his gaze is boring a hole into you. (Reth, you recognize him immediately and are unembarassingly nervous around him as you realize the only person this can be, and how infamously unstable he is.) [glow=black,2,300] "Eth... ereal... num... ber... 8... Zaerau... [/glow](Zay-row)[glow=black,2,300] the... Ungallant..."[/glow] He rasps out as though the very act of remaining calm is incredibly exhausting to him. He throws his head back and laughs with such unveiled scorn, fury, and madness as his grip on himself weakens but a moment, you hear a baby cry in a house nearby only to be silenced by a nearby parent. [glow=black,2,300] "For... eign... er... Be... gone... Reth... Noc... tis... be... gone..."[/glow] He points to both of you in turn as he rasps it out. [glow=black,2,300] "No... viol... ence... here... Shas'O... de... mands... the... city... be... still... tonight... com... munes... with... fa... ther... go."[/glow] and with that he turns and seemingly walks into the shadows and vanishes without a trace as though the darkness itself swallowed him, the palpable energy dissipating instantly as well. ——————————————————————
For Sochur and Dakavar: The man stares at you for a long time, waiting for the other to speak before giving up. "It seems one of you does all the talking. If it pleases you then." He turns and shambles off down the sewers, opening several hidden doors and throwing switches and pressing tiles so quickly you can't keep up. Clearly he knows the sewers better than most and he's purposefully keeping the secrets by doing it with such haste. After a while he leads you into what looks to be a conference room that is rundown, ill-furnished, and cluttered with dust and maps. An elderly man is sitting at one end of a large round table with a fully sculpted city-model of Asharis/Tash'n in the center of it that seems to be scaled but in every way a replica. "Greetings, I'm Bleak, your contractor. Have a seat." (The man is hiding several things, sense motive checks and knowledge local checks will garner more information.) He motions with a hand for you to sit across him from at the far end of the table. Another burly guard enters the room from a door behind Bleak and takes up a position as a guard for the elderly gentleman
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Post by Yamazaki on Aug 16, 2007 19:10:05 GMT -5
Isaac was walking away from the tavern known as the Damsel when he saw the Ethereal appear. Shit! He quickly stepped back to the edge of the street, his hand reaching back for his blade. The gambler was not about to be caught without Sol if a fight broke out. He could feel the air itself feeling heavy on his shoulders, but his willpower kept him from running away. Isaac's eyes searched around, finding two figures looking like they were about to fight. The Ethereal pointed at them. I dunno what's going on, but I'm staying out of it... Fucking with an Ethereal is a death wish! The Ethereal faded into the shadows and a sigh of relief escaped Isaac. His hand was still near the sword's grip. He whispered to himself. "For a moment there, I thought I ran out of luck again..."
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 16, 2007 19:22:59 GMT -5
Before he sat down, Sochur gave a sign that he had practiced many times with his psionic companion, while he examined the old man's external features.. He rested his hand on the hilt of his sword leisurely, and gave the handle a few slow taps, which to most other people seemed to be a sign of impatience or anxiousness. As he took a seat he removed his hand, and carefully positioned himself to appear more regal in chair. "It's is good to meet you, Bleak. If I may be so bold, I'd like to get right down to business. It seems that you called us here for a very interesting and potentially dangerous assignment, and I am here to get the specifics for said assignment. First of all, I'd like to thank you for calling on us to take care of your request. Allow me to introduce myself. As you may already be aware, I am Sochur Kalias, mercenary extraordinare. This is my comrade, Dakavar Bloodstone, the brains of our operation, and my "Partner in Crime," so to speak."
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