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Vul: there, no more duplicate name tokens messing up my loadin
Ganaroth: Yeah, I know I'm bad at that. Plus side, restarting did work.
Vul: I really wish overlays were destroyed on campaign change
Ganaroth: Eh, this is the first time I've had a problem. But we have different views on "Good enough," lol.
Riot has connected.
Riot: hi hi
Vul: hai
Riot: How is everyone?
Ra'ven: a bit sad I can't take tomorow off of work, but happy that I can take the following 3 weeks off
Riot: Nice
Ra'ven: also I broke a fanblade on my videocard so that sucks
Ganaroth: Could be worse, all told.
Riot: Oof
Ganaroth:
Ganaroth: I think I managed to kill a second bg3 playthrough by getting greedy with mods. Maybe I should have some basic understanding of how they work before installing 84 of them...
Ganaroth: Alternatively, maybe I should wait until the game is stable, and all the mods aren't being rewritten every couple of days...
Ra'ven: needs more wapajack playlist things
Ganaroth: I don't know what that is, sorry.
Riot: I am only going to install one mod currently that someone just made
Riot: That allows me to turn my Way of the Four Elements monk into Way of the Sun Soul, which is what I love
Ra'ven: controversial tool for skyrim that lets someone make a modlist and then share it so others can automatically download and set it up like that person
Ganaroth: Ah, ok.
Ra'ven: I downloaded exactly 2 mods for bg3
Ra'ven: all party members and don't disable cheevos with mods
Ra'ven: it's like one mod except
Ganaroth: I want everything. Every time I see something I wish was there, I find a mod for it.
Riot: Wait using any mods disables cheevos?
Ra'ven: I mean I'd add the catpeople or foxpeople but no
Ra'ven: using most mods ya
Ra'ven: I think gfx only ones don't?
Riot: Hm
Riot: Could you link me to the mod that fixes that?
Ra'ven: https://www.nexusmods.com/baldursgate3/mods/668
Ganaroth: I like how Sun Soul monks are basically dbz fighters. And there is a mod that adds cat people. There's one that adds like 50 new races, including ones from FF14.
Ra'ven: I mean 5th ed has khajit or whatever as standard race so makes sense
Ganaroth: Tabaxi.
Ganaroth: Khajiit is Elder Scrolls.
Ra'ven: tabaxi want a sweetroll
Ganaroth: Who doesn't?
Ra'ven: I mean it could be really doughy and the like, so a bad one
Ganaroth: I guess, but I'm arbitrarily deciding to exclude the bad ones.
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Ra'ven: I mean I also want catgirls/foxgirls in starfield but I think that's going to be possibly more a stretch
vonel: yo
Riot: Hi Von!
Ganaroth: Heyo there.
Ganaroth: Wassup?
vonel: not much
Ganaroth: Well, that's better than some things. I'm more or less awake this time, so maybe we can make a full session.
Riot: Ready whenever!
Ganaroth: So, okay. Please tell me where we left off. I was fading rapidly at that point, so my memory is a bit hazy. I know what I had PLANNED, but I don't know what I actually got to say, etc.)
Ra'ven: I do not remember precisly, so prob guna be logs if nobody else does
Riot: I don't either
Riot: Gonna be logs I think
Ganaroth: You were all talking with Okorion trying to figure out why the Emir gave the message he did, and what the ramifications might be, I know that.
Riot: We were discussing with the professor about the insanity of that decree, especially with the Silverfang there
Ganaroth: (Yeah, that checks out. I just don't remember the exact point in the conversation. -.-)
Ra'ven: also it turns out he was just following orders+is not greatest at giving speaches (big feels)
Ganaroth: (Yes, that is the case for Okorion. As it turned out, while he's more or less in charge of the science, what he's actually able and required to SAY in this public forum is what powerful political figures have told him to say. In this case, the Emir, though it's questionable whether he would have given those orders to Okorion in person.)
Ganaroth: (And yeah, he's not a wonderful public speaker, and has no real understanding of the political situation and how difficult it is.)
=^v^=: (( oh right we were debating on if we could just let the silverfang rough him up a bit then walk out ))
=^v^=: (( or well, Ra'vem was airing out how since she has this whole double-agent thing going that it's actually better for his captors to let him go after doing that because it lends credence to it being an op ))
=^v^=: (( instead of just killing him or something ))
Professor Okorion: "I would like to understand as much as you. Frankly, it's insanity that everything isn't being dropped in favor of seeking a resolution to this, given the strength of the data. Instead I clearly heard people in the front row talking about mercantile profits, and these cultists are taking a course of action that will get everyone killed: preventing others from acting. Instead, we have this.. menagerie of the greedy, the hostile, and the insane. It isn't what I was expecting." He rubs his hands together a bit. "I was really looking forward to this, in a way. Everyone, great and small, uniting to address a problem that was only discovered because of research in my field. It was delightful, when I wasn't dying from worry. Now, though..."
Rai Patience Cantor: "Yes, deplorable, to consider what the world will be like after the crisis. Ra'ven is right; you talk about the strength of the evidence, but had precious little to show."
Ra'ven: "Everyone working together doesn't happen unless they are forced or agree, and it was just a threat?"
Ra'ven sighs, "It'd work better if the opening was showing why this isn't survivable."
Lucky nods in agreement with Ra'ven.
Professor Okorion: "...most of it was very technical, and would have been lost on the audience. I presume that it was decided that the dignitaries would take us at our word until their own experts could verify our findings. With Elsora's notebook, it would be a matter of days, not months, to see exactly what is happening. It points directly to all the relevant data." He hesitates. "There is some estimation and HIGHLY EDUCATED guesswork involved in explaining what the consequences would be. It depends on the number of offspring, how they affect tidal forces compared to their mother, whether they are active upon birth, rather than in a torpor as Garmera is. Would they even have the same planar resonance properties, or would we be looking a potentially dozens of new ones? The best case scenario is that it's all harmless, but I wouldn't bet on it. A half -dozen pups scattered across the sky could very well tear the vortex itself to shreds from unbalanced effects on thermal and kinetic currents."
Professor Okorion: "At its worst... babies are usually hungry creatures, and we know what happened last time Garmera tried to have a meal."
=^v^=: (( do we? ))
Professor Okorion: ((Do you what?))
Professor Okorion: (Sorry, I looked over the conversation again, and I'm not quite getting what you're saying. My fault. Explain?)
Riot: (( do we know what happened last time Garmera tried to have a meal, I presume ))
Professor Okorion: ((Ate the sun and the moon, shattered the world into the whirling vortex. And yeah, there is enough evidence of what happened that most people with any decent education would understand that before Garmera, different light sources lit the sky, which she then consumed, and "reshaped" the world, although there is little consensus on what the shape of the world would previously have been.))
Ra'ven hmms, "Might need another skylight then?"
Professor Okorion: ((Nobody really understands what the sun and moon ARE, exactly, but they know they were a big deal from how often they've showed up in frescos in ancient tombs and such.))
Ra'ven: "Also the best case is that more wolves makes more world."
Professor Okorion: "Wolf above, no. Some of my colleagues maintain that the lights within Garmera's head are not merely indicators of the cycle, but the actual cause of them. Do you actually want more sources of power like that, acting in a totally unpredictable manner, because we haven't spent thousands of years studying THEM." He shakes his, seeming genuinely incredulous. "Make more... You mean well, but that's the equivalent of aiming a ballista bolt at a wall, and hoping that it somehow becomes another support column. We know what Garmera does. We do NOT know what her children would do. But there's little reason to suspect that they will act in a precisely opposite manner."
Professor Okorion: (studying THEM?. He shakes his head.)
Ra'ven:
Ra'ven sighs, "I'm not saying I'm right, you are a foremost researcher, just like... I'm not the only one who thinks this... And you want everyone to work together."
Professor Okorion: "...incidentally, I am neutral in this debate over the cycle sources. There is good evidence on both sides, unfortunately, and we don't yet have the applications to test more directly... Ahem, sorry. Asking "why" of Garmera is not a particularly productive activity. It could merely be that she ate her fill, and is still full. It could be that she's in hibernation, but that the birth of her children will wake her, and she will finish her task. We don't know the origins of Garmera, outside of various cults and philosophies, so it's not even possible for us to tell if she differs substantially in a mental sense from a standard grey wolf. I think I understand what you are saying about... pandering... though. I took an oath once to never misrepresent, falsify, or omit factual information when it came to ethereology. Making a definite claim as to what will happen would be unethical." He is silent. "...If I can somehow help to repair the damage, I am willing to be unethical, this time. My oath is inconsequential in the face of this."
Professor Okorion: "So, as I am clearly helpless when dealing with people who aren't already a part of my silo, I would ask you if I can help repair the damage I have done, and how."
Ra'ven tilts her head, "I mean, you don't really have to? You just simplified wrong. You put your likely conclusion as for sure. I don't think people would belive that just because the college asserts it, they'd at least need their important smart people convinced right? You are, after all, required to obey the Emir right?"
Ra'ven: "I mean you basically OVERspoke, as opposed to misspoke..." She sighs, "Really, you going back to the college and your normal job probably works best, since I would assume actual diplomats would be forced to be sent to clearify or the like."
Ra'ven: "I guess the downside of my plan would be your genuine innocence would seem to some as fake."
Professor Okorion: "Technically, everyone in the city does. It's an interesting quirk of Kelarite policy: technically everyone who is IN Si En Kelar at any given time is considered a citizen. A random traveler arriving here literally has all of the same rights and responsibilities as someone born and raised in this place. If you don't hold a permanent citizenship, that status is revoked when you leave. In short, you are all the Emir's subjects, but you are also entitled to the protection of his military, guard, and diplomatic corps, to the same degree as I am. I merely happen to have a closer working relationship with him than most, and thus can more easily draw his ire through disobedience."
Ra'ven blinks "Oh I suppose also it coudl go wrong a lot of ways?"
Professor Okorion: "They would think I was lying? But... no, I've already said that the oath is no longer applicable."
Ra'ven nods, "I mean it'd be kinda obvious to people who actually know you so you probalby could keep doing research and the like."
Ra'ven: "But in the outside of acedemica thing, they'd think you were a plot by silverfang to discredit that plan of action, maybe."
Ra'ven: "Which, I mean, is true, sorta. Just a retroactive plan and unwittingly."
Ra'ven: "The upside for you even if you think the plan is good is that it makes it sliverfang's doing not the Emir's"
Ra'ven: "So it doesn't discredet actually working together to a solution that might end up being that eventually anyways...."
Professor Okorion: "Oh. For a moment I thought that you were saying that I should speak the outright truth, unfiltered, and then allow the consequences to happen And hope that my public punishment is seen as commitment to my words and evidence. If we can "pin" this... that's the term, right? Pin this on the cult, they would be the ones blamed, and at least a substantial portion of the dignitaries may resume the summit?"
Ra'ven: "Also you don't have to lie or misrepresent anything."
Ra'ven: "Ya, exactly! That it works well for Silverfang might get you out of here as well!"
Professor Okorion: "I will definitely have to lie about my words being on the order of the Emir. At least if I don't want that very public punishment I mentioned."
Ra'ven frowns, "If the Emir goes forwards confirming those words, nothing could be done either way. If they walk it back, the solution is to just not have people ask you."
Ra'ven: "Your punishment for this will hopefully be being kept out of the spotlight, since you are a valued and important researcher on this. Maybe demoted or something."
Professor Okorion: "Blaming him for this situation is simply not a feasible course of action. Nothing good would come of it, and I'd be floating in a pain-sphere above the markets by tomorrow afternoon."
Ra'ven: "If he wants to take the blame, that's on him but that'd be strange to me, but I'm not exaclty from here and into the politics specific to here that well."
Ra'ven:
Professor Okorion: "So the plan hinges on which of us will blink first. A very risky proposition, given the power imbalance. The truth is, I still don't know why he gave me that policy to announce. And if I don't know the motive, it will be hard to determine how he will act when pressed"
Ra'ven hmms, "Would they err... pain sphere you for being officially compromised when you are obviously just being given bad information? Given your somewhat lack of skill at lying."
Ra'ven looks to Patience who seems political, "Hey, I mean, if they were going to like, execute him or something like that, maybe we should hide him out at our base?"
Professor Okorion: "If I had been compromised due to the actions of others, no. Given the size of the debacle, I'm afraid that a demotion will definitely be in order... and that's a whole new set of problems, as I don't have a subordinate who could acquit well my current position. But nothing unnecessarily punitive. If it looks as though I'm trying to put the blame on the Red-Gold Palace, though, their response will be very different. Metaphorically, until today I stood at the top of a fairly high island. Unfortunately, all that means is a longer, more painful fall into the abyss. Metaphorically."
Professor Okorion: "...I'll have to hand off my research to people I can trust, so that if the Emir's Justiciars decide that they constitute seditious writings, they can publish them later under their own names."
Ra'ven nods, "So it's somewhat important to get you back then."
Professor Okorion: "It's certainly important to me."
Ra'ven: "Oh I suppose that's actually an important question to ask you though. Those orders from the Emir... did you get them directly from him or via note or order or seal?"
Rai Patience Cantor: "If he is about to be executed, I'll give him a pouch of gold, introduce him to Captain Forgery, and never acknowledge his existence again. What makes you think I'd risk putting my own neck in the same noose? Yours too."
Ra'ven: "If he's going to be executed that's a bad decision and I'd feel bad about it but we were then the ones to bring him to justice."
Ra'ven: "if even THAT isn't good enough, we would also probably be best off with that bag of gold and that airship ticket."
Professor Okorion: "A fair position, and why I haven't asked. In any case, I received a document sealed with the Emiral crest, by Kothos. The head of the city guard. She works very closely with the Emir to help manage this city. It was quite flattering that she delivered it herself."
Rai Patience Cantor smiles at Ra'ven. "I think I can see which is the devious sibling."
Ra'ven tilts her head, "Vul used to think my stories were fun."
Ra'ven: "Though I don't know, it's not exactly always the high ways my path has traveled, perhaps I have become more what is expected..." she says a bit quietly
Ra'ven: "We should STILL have Yith try to figure out what she can about their cool yawn-teleport."
Rai Patience Cantor: "Oh, there's nothing wrong with Vul. His enthusiasm for all things 'cute' can be grating on occasion, but he's been nothing but helpful and cooperative." Her look becomes distant. "It almost felt like something I'd done before. Working in a small group like that, making quick decisions over life and death, but with people you could count on at your flanks. I'm not in the habit of relying on others, or haven't been, so it felt unusual. Nice, even."
Clarity turns to the Rai with a surprised look, before adjusting on her feet and looking away.
Lucky raises an eyebrow, but doesn't acknowledge anything. "Vul has been a huge help getting us as far as we've gotten. Funny, loves foxes. Good person, seems to me. I doubt you're far off on that mark, Ra'ven."
Rai Patience Cantor doesn't appear to notice Clarity's reaction. "That's what happens when those close to each other separate for a time. They both grow in directions neither could have expected. Whatever he was then, he's the person Lucky described now."
Yltheria: "I can like a different fox, if it will provoke a reaction that you want. It doesn't preclude continuing to like him. Unless it does, in which case I withdraw my offer." She's staring into space, barely blinking.
Lucky chuckles slightly.
Ra'ven: "He'd be extremelly jellous. Same if you say something is cuter then him"
Yltheria: "The yawn-teleporter works by accessing a liminal dimension in which time and space are null concepts, directs you toward the piece of reality that DOES contain those concepts, to an anchor device. A lot of the power of the device, really, is taken up by protective enchantments, in order to keep the laws of that universe from tearing you apart." She frowns. "The same principles should apply to the Silent Gate, which in theory means that moving between life and death could also be an efficient means of physical transportation. But I don't know how one would do that. That kind of manipulation is currently beyond me. It would speed things up tremendously if I had access to the inventor's notes. There are likely to be at least as many congruities as differences, so it would speed things up to an unknown but significant degree."
Ra'ven: "I... wonder how many takers would take a shortcut through being dead."
Lucky: "Pass. Hard pass."
Ra'ven blinks, "... Er, I guess Devils do that when you kill a possessd person, sort of."
Yltheria: "One thing that is almost certainly true is the inherent danger of the mechanism. The realm it travels through is roughly as hostile to our forms of life as literal death, so a flaw in design, manufacture, or use would trap the passengers in that null-space. And since without the protection of the device you would be torn to shreds at a conceptual level, any attempt to retrieve you would be futile. There would be no "you" to recover. The Silent Gate is a bit kinder than that. There would be a small but real chance of being ejected at any active anchor device in the world, transformed into either an undead creature, or... something we don't have a name for."
Lucky: "Yep. Like I said: Pass."
Yltheria: "No. I'm going to build one. It will be much safer than this person's, and I will convince you to try it with me."
Ra'ven: "It wouldn't have the same lack of being able to follow though."
Lucky smiles at Yltheria, "You can try, kid."
Eileen: "Let me know when your ready to give it a try."
Yltheria: "I always try. It doesn't make sense not to. In any case, I think that I heard one of you say something about the Professor pretending that he was being threatened by the cult, and that's why he said those things? Also, thank you Eileen. I would definitely have asked you, but a confirmation from your end is very reassuring."
Ra'ven: "No we are pretending that he was tricked by the cult."
Ra'ven: "As a trick, by the cult."
Yltheria: "Oh. Yes, there is an important difference there."
Ra'ven: "Sort of."
Yltheria: "...I'm uncomfortable with the amount of fluid information you are giving me."
Ra'ven nods, "See? Same with him. That's why it's important to frame it without needing him to pretend things. Like you can go ask the researcher how their stuff works becaues you want to know and replicate it in your field."
Ra'ven: "To borrow an Iron saying, 'Truith is the best lie'"
Yltheria: "I was prepared to beat the Professor up, to make it "look good," which is a story element from a number of the tales Hector has told. me. I'm less prepared to facilitate this plan, mostly because it involves people, and because I don't know the specifics of the plan." She cocks her head to one side. "Because I don't understand, will you no longer be needing my services?"
Ra'ven: "Err... I wouldn't actually have you do that, but you do wanna find out the researcher's notes and the like right?"
Ra'ven: "I mean, really I'd have Lucky or Elieen do it, since Lucky was a bartender and knows what beat up people are supposed to look like and Elieen is a genral and might know the proper technique or the like...?"
Rai Patience Cantor: "You are a member of this organization even if your understanding is... less than optimal. All of us, including myself, are investments in the future. You'll be useful later."
Yltheria: "Could I please stay and watch, then? I'd like to acquire that knowledge for future condundrums, since I'm supposed to be useful later."
Yltheria 's gaze travels between Lucky and Eileen. It doesn't particularly feel like she's asking which of you will help her, but it's also not clear what else it could mean. And her blank expression is not helping.
Lucky: "I'm still not sold on the necessity of beating him up."
Hector Achilon: "I think that was something our little girl imagined, and it got away from her. It happens sometimes."
Hector Achilon: "Whether we do that or not, we have to somehow escape this place first. Remember, that Vayak guy said that everyone here should lay low for a few weeks. I bet he won't be happy if we just try to leave. We'll either need a good excuse, or big heavy boots to kick people with."
=^v^=: (( vayak is the guy who's mansion we are in right? ))
Riot: (( Vayak is the guy who we dealt with at the thing in the city ))
Riot: (( who we teleported here with ))
Hector Achilon: ((No, Vayak is the leader of this cell of cultists. The man whose mansion this is is Pasha Phelgon, who is not technically part of the cult, but does agree with their beliefs, and provides them with shelter and resources of his own volition.))
Eileen nods
vonel: (( brb ))
Ra'ven: "Is there a need to be immediate about it? A day or two can be spun as us pretending to take time to find him."
Ra'ven: "I mean I rather much want to know what's going on, but I suspect finding that out might be happening behind the doors as it were."
=^v^=: (( anyone recall if Ra'ven was around for Elieen's map demonstration? ))
Riot: (( I do not ))
vonel: (( I think she was off delevering information ))
Rai Patience Cantor: "No immediate need to act, but a great deal of immediate need to THINK. If we don't have a plan when we do try to make our escape, we will simply fail. However, I am not against allowing this charade to play out for a few more days, so that those of us here with expertise might learn something valuable. If Phelgon is in contact with more cells, or more Patrons, and who they are, for instance. Meanwhile I suspect Yltheria will be doing to same kind of cladestine information gathering with regards to the device. Though I also suspect the term "clandestine" will not quite meet our definition of the word."
Ra'ven: "I mean after a bit we can likely be led bindfolded away I suppose to walk back, out of respect for their secrecy of location."
Lucky: "Assuming they don't ask too many questions and find out we're not a real cell."
Rai Patience Cantor: "They'll take better precautions than that. Pasha Phelgon is a public figure. We're in his house. I could find the address in minutes. Once enough time has passed, they may attempt to subsume us, or send us to a different island on a skyship."
Ra'ven: "Oh, I suppose that's correct huh."
Rai Patience Cantor: "This location is only secret as a base of the cult. In all other respects, it's a gaudy, overornamented Goldfire district mansion."
Ra'ven: "I... don't feel like they'd try to subsume us, given the reletive leadership differences."
Ra'ven: "Or at least outcome... For that I would guess Vayak would need a show of competence to make up right?" She hmms, "He might even be willing to expidite us going away to quell doubt."
Ra'ven looks away, "I... uh... don't really wanna end up having to become the leader of this cult..."
Rai Patience Cantor: "Perhaps not, but it would come down to three possibilities: First, relocation to a place that both Vayak and Phelgon agree is safe enough for your life and their secrets. Second, an extended stay here, at risk of Pasha Phelgon's ire. Or three, a battle for leadership, whatever form that takes. Those are the options they will leave us. Our job is to secretly create additional ones."
Ra'ven: "If not for that higher leadership, gratitude would also be a reasoning."
Ra'ven: 'We did, suposedly, sink our cover to save his pack and his mission. He'd be a bit obligated to help us recover our old mission."
Ra'ven: "Oh, perhaps a mock battle at a decoy location!"
Ra'ven: "Then we could 'rescue' the dean from his captors."
Lucky: "Doesn't sound like a bad idea, honestly."
Ra'ven hmms
Ra'ven: "You know what might be a better sell?"
Ra'ven: "If it's a mock battle we are driven off by, where we manage to rescue the dean anyways."
Ra'ven: "Makes Vayak look better, right?"
Rai Patience Cantor: "...also, am I the only one considering blackmailing Phelgon over his involvement? He could certainly afforf it. Ahem, in any case that "gratitude" would be the cause of situation two. However, that is an unstable solution. Phelgon was not there, and has no gratitude towards us. We are simply strangers who teleported into his house, and whom he is obliged to shelter. But, if I read this right, the mantle of de facto leadership passes between he and Vayak fairly often. Vayak's men are the ones enacting the cult's will, but Phelgon is the one funding them. We'd have limited time before Phelgon uses his connections to discover that we are lying, or simply kicks us out for being nuisances, resulting in situations one or three." Sheraises an eyebrow. "So... we stage our own 'defeat' at the hands of overwhelming cult forces, but manage to eke out a practical victory by rescuing a hostage... who will promptly tell the authorities that we are not in fact cultists, as your acting at the summit would suggest, but are in fact posing as such in order to help take them down, and rescue him. All of which is true, so he shouldn't have an issue with saying it."
Ra'ven nods
Ra'ven: "Also as a side effect, if the other cultists DO end up eventually coming after us, sicne we aren't really fighting, we can give them a false idea of our real strength."
Rai Patience Cantor: "It makes Vayak look good, 'defeating' such an obviously skilled group of spies. It makes us look good by accomplishing the mission, even though it was extremely dangerous, at risk of our own lives. It even makes Professor Okorion look good, because now he has a scapegoat."
Ra'ven: "Either weak enough they underestimate us or strong enough to make them think twice."
Rai Patience Cantor: "I'd prefer to leave them thinking us weaker than reality. That's an easier situation to counter if it falls apart."
Ra'ven nods, "Plus, I mean... it shouldn't be that hard to sell, there is a lot of steam to blow off on those cultists, I expect."
Ra'ven: "I mean, afford maybe, but it'd be better to blackmail him into not messing with us right? If we were going that route? Since he does have a cult he could comand against us if needed?"
Ra'ven: "We sorta of both have the knife to our throats, proverbly speaking."
Ra'ven: "His silence c osts him nothing, his talking, well.... there is a giant wolf cult statue under his main hall."
Ra'ven: "An important and basically irreplaceable one to the silverfang cult."
Rai Patience Cantor: "The blackmail was just an idle thought. I'm not THAT blinded by gold. My thought was that we would simply resume our lives per normal, with Vayak and Phelgon still thinking that our jack-of-all-trades mercenary company is secretly an organ of the Silverfang Cult, hiding behind our demonstrated innocence. Heh. We might even get business from them in the future."
Ra'ven nods, "Ya, plus it might even make it easier for us to keep tabs on them right?"
Rai Patience Cantor: "It's generally easier to keep tabs on someone who isn't hiding from you, yes."
Ra'ven nods, "I... don't know when, exactly... I should try suggesting this though. 'how fast do things move in this town' is not a thing I have picked up on yet."
Rai Patience Cantor: "I suppose it will be my job to occupy Phelgon's attention; as a fellow noble, he should be more willing to speak with me, even if he.... well, he outranks me by a fair amount, but he'll still want to be polite to me." She looks at Ra'ven, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
Ra'ven: "Would it be suspicious to suggest plannig it now? Should we wait a few days to see what happens? Is there going to be a riot?" she hmms, "Heck IS there a riot right now?"
=^v^=: (( there is outskirts of this town or is it city to cliff in all directions? ))
Rai Patience Cantor: ((It's basically city to cliff.))
=^v^=: (( sad for ra'ven ))
Ra'ven: "Also where should we make suffere the wrath of the guards."
Riot: (( brb ))
Riot: (( back ))
Rai Patience Cantor:
Rai Patience Cantor: "Where should we make suffer their wrath when we make our move.... How about the docks? It will look as though the cult was attempting to abscond with him on a skyship, and we prevented it just in time. Plus, there are some customs officials who deserve to have a bad day."
Eileen: "Sounds good to me."
Clarity: "Seems like the best place, based on what you've said."
Rai Patience Cantor: "And if absolutely EVERYTHING goes wrong, and we're out of options... well, we could always actually steal a skyship ourselves. I'd hate for all this work to have been for nothing, but I'd rather be set back to square one than dead."
Rai Patience Cantor: "...do we wish to avoid involving unrelated civilians, at least as much as possible?"
Ra'ven: "I mean, ya? most of the don't deserve it."
Rai Patience Cantor: "Perhaps we could somehow ask the good captain if we could use his ship as a set piece, then."
Lucky: "We could. I for one don't want any innocents getting hit by an errant blast of something."
Ra'ven: "Getting word to him seems hard, perhaps we should just do it and beg forgivness if it's a problem. We did save him..."
Ra'ven: "I hope they have another of those globes..."
Rai Patience Cantor: "We can cover any damage, we'll have permission, and as I recall, Forgery uses constructs to run his ship instead of a live crew. We could send the cult to steal his ship, and there wouldn't even be the risk of living guards or sailors dying." She thinks about it and nods. "Yes, forgiveness rather than permission. Contacting him would just put him in danger, and he's already falling apart as it is."
Rai Patience Cantor: "Before you say anything, Eileen, I'm not talking about your kind. I care, to a degree, about your life, as much as any flesh being. I simply mean that I have no sympathy for sub-sapient automatons."
Rai Patience Cantor sighs. "Yes, behold the mighty rhetorician, reduced to having to overexplain herself so that she doesn't sound like a bigot, and then looking much too defensive in her denial."
Rai Patience Cantor: "I swear, this is another "little death" situation all over again.
Ra'ven: "I always saw those kinda constructs like zombies except for iron and stone or wood..."
Eileen shrugs, "I was made to order hundreds of my kind to there potential deaths... never happened, but that was the case."
Rai Patience Cantor: "Lucky was the only one here who witnessed it, but it was very embarrassing." She nods at Eileen. "Ah, I see. No target to accidentally hit. Well, I'm glad that we resolved easily, because we need to gather as much intel as we can, convince the cult and Phelgon of our plan, and enact said plan, all within a few days time. That's all we'll have before the riots begin."
Clarity: "For the record, I don't think any of us took what you said the wrong way. Thought I am going to be asking about this 'little death' story, sometime. It sounds amazing."
Professor Okorion: "Ahem... this is all very much NOT my area of expertise, so my simply listening seemed the best option. But, on this matter... how many days are we talking about?"
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Ra'ven shrugs
Rai Patience Cantor: "I'll tell you about it. If I don't someone else will. But later, yes." Patience has clearly begun doing whatever kind of political calculus she thinks is helpful this time, frowns, and says. "Two to four. Five would be the extreme outside, but I wouldn't bet on it. If I were forced to bet, I'd say three."
Professor Okorion: "This presents a problem, one which IS within my area of expertise, unfortunately. Three days from now, at about two hours past midday, Garmera has shown signs of shifting to an Argent Cycle. Normally the population would wait it out, but with a hundred factions about to go to war with each other, I fear it will simply make the rioting that much more dangerous."
Riot: (( which one is Argent again? ))
Professor Okorion: ((Two Moons. Feywild stuff.))
Lucky: "Fantastic."
Rai Patience Cantor: "Wonderful."
Ra'ven: "ooo! I like those... But we can use that as an excuse to make haste, since it's a particuarly inauspicious time to enact plans."
=^v^=: (( ra'ven "Wonderful" except not ironic ))
Rai Patience Cantor: "If we can make it happen that quickly. We might be able to pull this off just before the cycle hits us. It will be a race, though."
Rai Patience Cantor: "Of course, they'll know that too, so it might actually help. Regardless, we should plan for a future in which our staged fight happens in the middle of an argent."
Rai Patience Cantor: "Prepare for the worst, after all."
Rai Patience Cantor: (subarashi! (claps hands like an anime villain.))
=^v^=: (( ra'ven going to go get vicory cake if plan works ))
=^v^=: (( the just-as cake ))
Rai Patience Cantor: ((That's actually awesome, and if you win, I'll make that happen.))
Rai Patience Cantor: ((Uh, anyway, it's 10 now. About time to end this thing. This week y'all got homework! I would like you folks to each write a paragraph telling me what your character is doing to prepare for your fake/not fake rescue. I can evaluate what kind of problems and resistance you might encounter that way, to deliver an experience that's a little more tailored than "15 wolf cultists in this fight. If you avoid it, there are 15 wolf cultists in the next one."
Rai Patience Cantor: (The curse of having to make tokens, and background that aren't just scribbles on a whiteboard.)
Riot: (( sounds good lol ))
Rai Patience Cantor: ((Cool. Like I said, a paragraph. You can write more if you want, but I'm just asking for one complete paragraph, and I will be whatever my version of happy is.))
Ra'ven: dammit
Rai Patience Cantor: ((And I also am very aware of the irony of the flakiest person on earth assigning homework.))
Ra'ven: now I wanna make yet another ironic front company
Rai Patience Cantor: Lol
Ra'ven: the "All according to Cake" pasteerer
Ganaroth: You know, that's good enough and comprehensible enough that people not familiar with the source material probably wouldn't realize that it was one, and would just think it's cute. So that name might actually have something more than niche appeal.
Ganaroth: (was a meme, I mean.)
Ra'ven: and like multiple layers of memes
Ra'ven: which you can have emblematic as a cake
Ganaroth: Oh, I finally got the joke. I was about to type something totally different. Glad my brain finally started up again. Anyway, I hope you have a great week!
Riot: Okay, gnight! Thanks again!
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