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Vul:
I
rebooted server also switched which map it zoned into
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Vul:
well
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Vul:
rebooted
the maptool on server, not server itself
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Vul:
that's
sorta a thing I should probably do at some point that isn't now
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Perra:
Hey
I can get in so I'm not going to complain
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Vul:
it's
time to pet foxes!
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Perra:
need
a dm
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Vul:
lies
foxes can be pet without dms
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Vul:
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Effect:
He's a fox now, unless he was
already one.
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Vul is a fox!
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Vul:
dm on
way I guess
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Perra:
Is
it frezzing up for him now?
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Ganaroth has connected.
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Ganaroth:
How
y'all doing?
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Perra:
I
get that, I've got a friend over there to.
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Vul:
slightly
caffinated
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Vul:
also
watched some animes
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Perra:
Doing
good.
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Ganaroth:
Yeah,
I'm running on energy drinks too. Which animes? Glad you're doing
well. Management treating you ok?
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Perra:
Yep
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Ganaroth:
Good.
Because if they take one step out of line... (fiddles with pipe
bomb)
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Ganaroth:
Dictatorship
of the proletariat, motherfuckers! *Boom.*
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Ganaroth:
Actually
more into a democracy of the proletariat, but that other phrase is
more historical.
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Perra:
Unnessary,
I know were all the flammables and accelerants are
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Vul:
I
watched last ep of missfit of demon lord acadamy, new kenshin and
also new trigun
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Ganaroth:
Yeah,
but I want to help.
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Ganaroth:
I
thought you didn't like Kenshin.
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Ganaroth:
Dammit,
another delay. Super sorry. This one is very necessary.
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Vul:
newkenshin
is a bit less unsufferable
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Vul:
demon
lord s2 was sorat amusing and they sorta did a s3 teaser
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Vul:
they
did 'just as planned' except as ther enemies planned, except ALSO
THIS
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Ganaroth:
(back)
Isn't that the best kind of "just as planned?" Fooling your enemy
into thinking that they've won, except that you've predicted their
every move, and countered it when the opponent wasn't looking?
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Ganaroth:
You
know, pulling a Lelouche. I could also say pulling a Xanatos,
except even his enemies plans are actually his plans.
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Vul:
important
when a foe's power is dictating how reality works
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Vul:
there
is quite a bit of 'letter of the law' rules abuses at the end
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Ganaroth:
Yeah.
When your foe is omnipotent, but not passively omniscient,
tricking them that way is basically the only option.
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Ganaroth:
See:
The Darkseid vs. Thanos Death Battle. Exploiting weaknesses is the
way to go.
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Vul:
anyways
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Vul:
foxes
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Ganaroth:
That
one was epic, though I think the Saitama vs. Popeye one was even
more entertaining to watch.
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Ganaroth:
Let's
talk about foxes. Which type is your favorite, personally?
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Ganaroth:
I
can't really decide between Corsac, Kit, and the classic Red.
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Ganaroth:
Probably
because of my intense dislike of ranking things...
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Ganaroth:
Okay,
the joke is over. Time to begin?
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Perra:
sure
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Vul:
artic
foxees prob they is fuzzy
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Ganaroth:
No,
that is very true. I'd probably like to hug an arctic fox the
most, but I'm mostly considering aesthetics, since most foxes
won't let you hug them. Anyway!
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Perra:
Tibetan
fox cause it has the zero foxes given face.
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Vul:
they
also do the snow dive thing
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You wait in an unobtrusive spot near the wall separating the Goldfire
district from the Ruby Palace grounds. The very heart of the city, even
loitering so near the walls is risky, but this spot seems to be out of
the sight lines of the guards, and you haven't been accosted. The wall
is smooth, almost slick, as though the scarlet stone has been coated in
some kind of slippery lacquer, and the top bristles with spikes; They
are gilded, but are very much steel beneath. Beyond that lies the
expanse of the palace grounds, and then the palace itself, home to the
richest and the single most politically powerful man in the known world.
The idea of what you're about to do looms large, now that you're this
close.
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Ganaroth:
(Yeah,
the snow diving is cute.)
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Vul:
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Effect:
He's a fox now, unless he was
already one.
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Vul prob isn't a fox cause we were
getting like, outfits
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Vul:
"This
place is really fancy...."
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Perra:
"Yeah."
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Vul:
"It
will be fun to see what it's like inside too..."
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Vul seems excited
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Ganaroth:
(Hold
on. I just wrote a big thing, and just now realized that my
overlay of possible speakers doesn't include this one for some
reason. Need to find the token.).
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Ganaroth:
(aaand
it looks like the token is in my other file. Hold on while I get
it. Ffs.)
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Vul holds on
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Ganaroth:
(Lol,
the left side of my screen is basically full of portraits now.)
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After some time, Kaylen appears. Unlike her previous appearances, she's
wearing leather armor, dyed a dark grey, with a few brass highlights,
and carrying a sword, short and broad, almost like an oversized cleaver.
She's got a broad smile on her face, but underneath that you can both
tell that she's nervous as hell. "Soooo.... You, uh, started any
sabotage without me? 'Cause, you know, I really wanted in on that. All
the... excitement. Anyway, I brought Tumble with me. It took me forever
to find him. Because I used a sending, and he gave me a riddle back as a
clue." She sighs. "Anyway..." She turns around and gives a groan.
Obviously, nobody is there. "Oh for fuck's sake, Tumble..." Laughter
from above. A half-orc dangles from the roof of the building you're next
to, upside down and using his legs as though hanging from a bar. Which,
in defiance of the normal laws of physics, he is not.
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Fallen:
"Hey
ho neighbors! What's going on? She said you were gonna slip into
the palace, and that sounded like fun, haven't done it in a while.
BIG criminals in there, but I try not to attract their attention.
So, how's life been treating you? I heard something went wrong at
the big get-together."
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Perra:
"We
haven't started any thing yet and yeah were going to ttry and get
in." She sighs, "The wolf cult started threating to kill everyone
after the dean threated to kill everyone."
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Vul:
'Ah
ya, the silverfang? cultists were going to kill a bunch of people
cause the dean said we should stop garmera from gviing birth."
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Vul:
"My
sister sorta got them to leave though?" Vul seems a bit confused.
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Perra shakes her head realizing how
crazy that actully sounds having said it.
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=^v^=:
(( weren't we going to sneak in with
like, robes of pepople who should be there after having some noble make
a commotion? ))
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Vul:
"Also
we weren't going to mess up the place, just... use the commotion
of everyone trying to figure out whats going on to... uhh..." he
looks a bit sheepish for a fox, "... figure out what's going on?"
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Fallen:
"Wow,
the scarecrow actually decided to try an' scare? I wouldn't have
believed that, but I guess you don't know a person until you
psionically invade their mind. "Kay, so Garmera giving birth,
that's crazy, but we can circle back to it. And your sister caused
them to leave. Neat trick." He rubs his chin, still upside down.
"I've hunted Silverfangs before. They're just about at the top
level of people I'm willing to fuck with, so I've got no problem
with this, an' they're bad enough that I get my happies from that
part too. So, uh, you're doing the whole sneak in undercover
thing? Good choice. The defenses there are INTENSE. I've nearly
gotten caught like... three times. Closest escapes of my
life.Anywho, yeah, Kay told me the plan. Don't worry, we took care
of it. She told a fib to some uppity-up who was complaining at the
Society, and he's about to start knocking on doors. Banging on
gates, really, and probably causing a fuss between his men and the
palace guards. Meanwhile..." He reaches up to the roof he's
hanging on, roots around, fails to find anything, sighs, and
hoists himself up again. After a moment he drops a neat package
down. "Okay, three palace rasul robes, as ordered."
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Vul seems happy about new fancy robe,
"Ya... though she might have joined them? Everyone else sorta
followed too."
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Fallen:
"Eh,
well if she's actually joined them, I can deal with it later. And
if it was a ploy, then great! Never tried that. Don't think I'd
fit in."
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Kaylen:
"Tumble,
no threatening your neighbors family members."
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Perra looks over the robe, "Hope it'll
fit okay..."
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Fallen:
"What?
S'not a threat. It's just what happens. Not a personal issue. You
get that, right, foxy?"
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Vul:
>.>
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it does, in fact, fit okay. Almost suspiciously so, as though it was
selected for you.
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Vul:
"I
mean, you say it sorta like you'd deal with it violently..."
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Fallen:
"Well,
that's 'cause it probably would be violent. I don't want to, but I
don't make the rules." He shrugs. "But it's not going to come to
that, no worries. I've met her. She's not the type. She might
worship the big 'ol pooch, but she wouldn't go along with the
things they do. I could tell that just by talkin' to her a bit."
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Vul:
"I
mean, it is an act, but I don't know why really..."
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Vul:
"Normally
that sorta comes out as we go along with it... but, well..." he
gestures at Perra, "Not leaving her behind."
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Vul 100% has put robe on during this
talk
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Fallen:
"I
dunno either! But she's probably got a good reason. We can find
out later, after our planse hopefully don't mess each other's up."
He nods seriously. "Never leave a buddy behind alone. That's a
rule."
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Perra hums happily a bit, "Normally I
have to make all sorts of adjustments to get outfits to fit on me,
this is really nice."
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Vul's robe also fits very well, even being made for his height.
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Vul:
"Kinda
too bad we gotta get rid of them after, huh?"
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Vul does sound slightly pained at the
thought
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Kaylen has been putting her robe on too, and has hidden her
cleaver-sword underneath some crates at the back of the alley. Her armor
has vanishes; probably de-summoned.
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Fallen:
"Get
rid of the robes? Eh, you can keep 'em if you want. I've got
plenty, and it's not like they're enchanted or anything. The don't
keep track of them."
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Vul:
"Well,
like... they are pretty obvious and incriminating?"
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Kaylen:
"If
you want, you can just fold them up and keep them as souveniers.
If anyone breaks in and finds them, I sorta have a suspicion that
would be the least of your worries."
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Vul looks downcast a bit at that, also
probably didn't bring his hammer and sheild
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Fallen vanishes for a few moments
before appearing in the alley with you, this time right side up.
"Aw, don't worry, foxy. You can wear it at home. I ain't gonna
judge. I sometimes play dress-up too. I swear!"
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Perra tottaly plans on keeping hers.
^.^
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Kaylen:
((Perfectly
acceptable.))
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=^v^=:
(( lol I don't know why but Vul is
proficent on like, war boomerang ))
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Kaylen:
"Ok.
Perra, you stand out the most, but you're also the one with... I
dunno. Whenever you talk, I get the feeling that you know
something about ettiquette. If you could handle things if we're
stopped, that would be great. Tumble, are you..."
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=^v^=:
(( I mean both Vul and Ra'ven sorta
have odd elven accents too ))
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Perra:
"Oh...
okay I can try."
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Fallen:
"Hey
hey hey! I didn't tell you, so you wouldn't know, but I'm called
Fallen right now. Long story! Very interesting, at least when
you're living it. But anyway, yeah, I gots a robe, but I'm going
to be inside the servant's tunnels, nearby to wherever you are. I
know them better than the hallways anyway, an' there just aren't a
lot of greenies in the palace. 'cept a few of the earth genasi, I
guess, but I am clearly not that. Best stay away from bright
lighting." He begins changing, in his case simply throwing the
robe over his existing clothes. In defiance of logic once again,
it appears to fit perfectly, and doesn't even look as though he's
wearing his tattered leathers beneath.
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Vul 100% is wearing his armor though
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Fallen:
"Don'
worry albi, you got this. You're quiet, but you got goooood
pronunciation. Plus you're pretty, and that don't hurt when
striking up a conversation."
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Vul also looks as though he's not wearing armor. You're not sure how,
given your bulkier gear, but it's true. Some trick of very precise
tailoring is disguising it, and you simply look as though you have a
slightly stockier build.
=^v^=:
(( it being not metalic and also
having no acp proably helping slightly ))
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Fallen:
((Probably,
yeah. But even leather armor has noticeable bulk to it. It's not
like wearing a leather t shirt. Somehow this robe makes it look
like it's not armor, just more you.))
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Vul dwarf nao
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Vul probably has knife just in case
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Fallen IS wearing the equivalent of a
leather t-shirt, patched over and over again, even inlcuding cloth
in places. It's not so much armor as a fashion statement. And that
statement is "I'm homeless, but own a sewing needle."
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Fallen:
((Having
a knife is probably a good idea. I mean, you never know.))
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Vul:
"Do
we have like a good idea on where we are going once in the
paremeter?"
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=^v^=:
(( baba is you style 'vul has knife'
))
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Fallen:
"I
can show you an easy way in." He snickers. "This time of day, the
guards on this one side entrance will be drunk as a Mekanice
janitor. I check occasionally, and nobody's caught them at it yet.
They are damn lucky. Anyway, I figure Albi hear just sweet talks
us inside, me behind her, 'cause she's tall an' I'm not, and then
we split for the target." He pauses. "Yeah what is the target? I
just know "info.""
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Vul:
"Well,
like, the professor probably got a written order..."
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Vul:
"So
probably a study where an order like that would be written"
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Kaylen:
"That's
good thinking. Know a place like that, Tum--Fallen?"
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Vul:
"Plus
if we don't find anything that becomes super suspicous too..."
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Fallen:
"Do
I know a place like that? HAH! I know THREE places like that!" He
grins proudly, apparently unaware that he's just told you that the
mission was more difficult than you thought."
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Fallen:
"Hmm...
or is it four? One is sorta attached to another of them, so I'm
not sure if I should be counting that twice..."
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Vul:
"That's...
sorta excesivly lots of writing places?"
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Fallen:
"Eh,
we'll say four. Three normal, and one small one attached to the
north-edgeward one."
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Vul:
"I
mean fancy and the like, but... all your things would be spread to
other places and it'd be annoying to have even servents go fetch
them..."
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Vul:
"No
wonder they are so busy."
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Vul:
"Say,
you woudln't happen to know which ones the Emir wouldn't be in
round now?"
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Vul:
"I'm
pretty sure it'd be bad to run into them."
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Perra:
"Probably
has a private one and then differnt ones for meeting differnt
people of differing ranks... actually sounds kind of normal.."
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Vul:
o.o
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Fallen:
"Dunno
why he needs TWO studies in the same place, 'an doesn't even have
a normal door for it, but hey, I'm not an Emir. He probably has a
special brain or something." He nods "Yeah, it's probably really
inconvenient. Maybe he has the servants collect his writing
afterwards, and put them in one place, and he just writes in
whatever room is closest?"
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Fallen:
"Oh,
hey, Albi. Your idea sounds even better."
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Fallen:
"See,
this is why you're the obvious leader here."
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Vul nods, "The only royal castle I've
ever been in before was only sorta 2 rooms so not typical...."
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Perra blushes a bit
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Fallen:
"Anyways,
yeah, I know where he'd be. Afternoon meditation, in the solarium.
He'll be there for a bit still. Every day, no exceptions, and I'm
talking even during emergencies. It's super important to him, I
guess."
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Vul nods, "Meditation is like that."
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Perra nods, "We should get going then,
would rather not run in to him."
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Vul nods, "How are we going to set off
our annoyed noble? Or are they already at it?"
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Kaylen:
"Agreed.
And, following up on what you said, Perra, don't you think that
the private study is probably where we'd find anything
incriminating?"
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Perra:
me
nods, "Yeah any thing that would hurt his image or reputation
would be kept some were private."
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Kaylen:
"Oh,
trust me, he's already well and truly set off. I let slip that the
Emir is considering conscripting all of the dignitaries and their
men for the duration of the crisis. It's... technically a legal
right that he has, and you implicitly agree to follow it by
entering the city. It's even on the customs forms, telling you
that you're now a temporary citizen yadda yadda. But actually
using the law that way would be incredibly stupid. This guy is
some big Cor Falca city lord, and he's not accustomed to being
given any mandates at all."
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Kaylen:
"He's
probably half a breath away from calling up whatever other city
lords he's friendly with and declaring war at this point. So I'm
pretty sure the fuss will be pretty intense."
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Vul:
"I
hope it doesn't come to that at least..."
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Vul hmms, "What sort of order do
people in these robes walk in? Should we be carrying something?"
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Kaylen:
"It
won't. The Emir will eventually respond to this personally. He'll
have to, and when he does he'll tell him than no such thing is
happening, The lord will still be pissed about the notice at the
conference, but he'll go back down to that level soon, and then
he'll just be mad at me. Except uh oh, that enchantment that sends
someone magically diguised back to their true form only works at
the threshold, not the whole damn observatory like some people
think. So he'll have a fun time looking for the middle-aged
gnomish man that tipped him off. Yeah, we should probably be
carrying something. The Rasul are palace messengers on paper, even
if they''re used more as general purpose aids. It would be normal
to be carrying a message or package or something, and that would
also decrease the chance of someone trying to give us an order.
Good thinking. As for order... I don't know." She looks at Fallen.
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Fallen:
"What
order they walk in? Uh... whoever walks fastest is in front? I
never really paid attention to that. I normally just try to avoid
them, and occasionally deliver a message or polish someone's sword
if I'm caught."
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Vul:
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Perra:
"Couldn't
hurt, it's not like they'll want to read it and it'll give us
something to carry."
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Vul:
"Plus
people hide codes in poetry sometimes right?"
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Vul seems more hopeful then certain
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Fallen:
"They
do group up, if that's what you mean. It don't look like they have
rules against socializing on the job, as long as they're doing the
job. Groups form and break apart while they're walking. It's
normal." He nods. "Oh hey, that's a decent idea. I know how to do
it, too. Anyone got blue pigment and a brush on them? Or, you
know, magic that can permanently make two blue lines?"
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Vul has a brush and an inkpen,
probably no blue
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Vul even has an inkpen that's not a
secret super artifact!
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Kaylen:
"...You're
crazy, Tum-Fallen. Why? Why would we bring that. She groans in
frustration. "Hold on." Her face screws up in concentration,
raises her open hand palm up, and a shape slowly forms, coalescing
from a kind of amorphous white blob into a small bottle of ink.
"I'm not actually very good at this, so if you could hurry?"
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Vul offers both caligraphy brush and
inkpen
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Vul:
Also
3 scrolls of draconic writing that's probably poetry!
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Fallen:
"Ha,
I remembered you could do that. She's actually terrible at it
though. It just poofs away if she loses her concentration. Anyway,
all you got to do is draw a thick blue line around one edge of the
scroll, and another one at the very top of the INSIDE of the
scroll. It also needs to be sealed, but there don't have to be a
mark on it. They'll just open it themselves to see if the line is
there, and that'll be that. If they even care, I mean you're
messengers carrying messages."
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Kaylen:
"Screw
you, Fallen," she says, gritting her teeth as she begins to brush
her magically, or possibly psionically, created ink onto the
scrolls.
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Vul is totally the sort of person to
be carrying around sealing wax though
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Vul waits for scrolls to be prepaired
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Kaylen:
"Ok,
that should do it." She exhales in relief, and the bottle first
turns into goo, running down her arm, and then vanishes entirely.
The ink on the paper remains, however. "Wow. I haven't done that
in a while, and I think my brain is out of shape."
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The scrolls are now marked as Fallen explained, and he happily gives you
a double thumbs-up to indicate that.
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Fallen:
"Ready?
What are we doing? Over the wall, under the wall, through the
wall?" He tries to think of another option. "Uh... I guess through
the gate, but there's probably a pissed off lord clogging things
up. Still, might be easier if, uh, you don't have much climbing
and jumping experience."
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Fallen:
"Your
sis, she could roof-run. Not the way I do it, but it worked for
her all the same. Dunno what you're packing, Foxy. I know K can't
do it. Can barely put her pants on, that's the kind of clumsiness
we're talking about."
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Vul:
"Well,
err... wouldn't it be a bit obvious if Perra was to fly over?"
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Vul:
"I
can turn into a bird."
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Perra:
"Depends
on were I fly over, can't have guards watching every part of the
wall."
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Kaylen:
"...Thanks
for that. And yeah, I expect that it would be obvious. I imagine
the guards are fairly alert regarding flying intruders. It's the
obvious path in." She looks to Fallen.
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Fallen:
"Yeah!
There's absolutely a place. Right up at the gatehouse! The guards
will be so busy, you could probably fly a dozen dragonborn over
before they notice, 'cause the ones using the detection wards will
be down there, helping out with the clusterboink."
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Vul:
"So
how will she get in then?" points to K
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Vul:
"I
mean I might be able to carry her if I'm not a bird?" he looks
unsure, "Never tried honestly?"
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Kaylen:
"It
might help that the lord is also a Dragonborn, as are most of his
men. You won't stand out too much while approaching. Trust me,
even if people see that robe, they'll forget a face they can't
really read in an instant and just lump it in with the others. And
because the guards are probably racist assholes, I will bet you
all the money I have that they can't tell one dragonborn from
another." She thinks for a moment, and smiles. "I'm returning from
the Society with a message for the Emiral castellan. I'll show
them this scroll... these marks mean something like high priority,
right?" Fallen nods. "Someone will let me through quick enough.
Then I'll get over to that side entrance."
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Kaylen:
"Honestly,
just one rasul showing up at the gate is a lot less suspicious
than a whole group anyway."
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Perra:
"Okay
sounds good."
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Kaylen:
"So
Vul can shapeshift, Perra can fly over near the gate, while the
guards are distracted, I'll walk through that gate, possible even
adding to the distraction a bit, and Fallen will... I don't know,
do whatever it is that he does. Yeah, it does sound good. Ok, the
entrance is where?"
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Fallen:
"Spinward
and edgeward side, tucked behind some topiaries, or whatever
they're called, inside this little nook. If you just follow the
palace walls, you can't really miss it. Well, as long as you're
looking for it. If you see two guards who are having a REALLY good
time, you'll know you've found the right place."
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Vul:
"That's
a sorta disturbing landmark."
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Fallen:
"Hey,
I don't make the rules. Fish gotta swim, wyverns gotta fly, and
these guards apparently gotta get drunk at midday and sometime
make out. Laws of nature, Foxy."
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Vul:
"Well,
both for it being that regular and also for there being guards in
the path."
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Fallen:
"Don't
worry about that. Perra'll just sweet talk our group right past
them. At least, as long as you're planning on making this a ghost
mission. You know, one where they never even know you were there?
Alternatively, we could just knock them out. Probably wouldn't be
that hard. Palace guards are actually pretty tough, but they'll be
drunk, and possibly without some of their armor on, so I'd bet on
an easy win from ambush."
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Fallen:
"Sometimes
I think about leaving a note, either for them or the other guards
telling these two to straighten up and do their damn jobs, but
then I remember how convenient this is."
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Vul:
"probably
should try to talk if that's the options."
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Vul:
"Also
that would be a sorta mean note."
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Fallen:
"If
you have other options, I've got the normal amount of ears."
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Perra:
"I've
never tried to sweet talk any one before... but I can give it a
try..."
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Vul:
"They
might not be there also they are probably sorta drunk if they are?"
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Vul pats Perra's shoulder, "You'll do
fine. Plus we can both fly away if worse comes to worse."
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Fallen:
"Aw,
you don't have to SWEET TALK sweet talk. Didn't mean to give that
impression. I just mean you bamboozle them a bit so they let us
in." He shakes his head. "Naw, they're always there. I've never
even seen them take a vacation or nothing. Probably because
they're motivated by the booze and each other to be there."
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Fallen:
"The
drunk part, though?" He briefly looks around and sighs. "Can't see
the clock tower from this alley... but anyway, at this time of
day, you can count on it. They don't black out, but they
definitely start slurring they're words an' stuff."
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Fallen:
*their.
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Perra sighs, "Let's just go."
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Fallen:
"Ok,
I'll see you at the entrance. Probably hiding in those topiaryiary
things."
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Fallen:
(topiaryiary
is not a typo, that's how he says it.)
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=^v^=:
(( typoearary ))
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Fallen:
(Actual
Lol)
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Fallen scuttles up the wall of the
building across from the palace, and disappears over the edge of
the roof. You're not sure exactly what he plans to do there,
because, by law, all buildings adjoing the Ruby Palace must be no
more than half the height of the palace walls. It won't be much of
a help if he tries to jump. Kaylen shrugs, and takes one of the
scrolls (provided that you relinquis it.). "Ok. Perra, let's get
over to the gate. See you on the other side, Vul. Always wanted to
say that."
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Vul totally does relinquish
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Kaylen:
(Thank
you very much.)
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Vul probably goes back to holding
Perra's hand to said nook anyways
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Kaylen:
(Fair
enough.)
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Vul will get his use out of his endure
elements xP
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Kaylen walks toward the gate with
Perra, (and apparently a diguised Vul?) You can hear the commotion
well before it comes into view. The gatehouse is swarming with
guards, and they do not have the superior, dismissive attitude
that they usually present to outsiders. No, they are absolutely
serious, and treating this as a genuine threat. No blades have
been drawn, that you can see, but literally everyone has their
hands on a weapon of some kind. About thirty palace guards, and
roughly thirty mostly dragonborn Cor Falcan Corsairs. (A rank
equivalent to knighthood, achieved by only the best of a noble's
personal guard. These ones are all carrying the badge indentifying
them as such.) Their shouting fills the air like a drawn-out
explosion, until an enormous, booming voice overpowers the
argument. "Enough! This will not stand! You will let me through. I
will speak with the Emir. And if not, if you continue to block me
from doing so, I will immediately declare WAR on Si En Kelar. The
league of five will break apart, thousands at least will die, and
one of our cities well be a smoking pile of ash and glass before
it's finished. And that will be YOUR fault! You, right now, are
the only ones who can stop this war. So, do you want to heroes who
saved your city? Or would you like to be the direct cause of the
worst thing that's ever happened to it? CHOOSE!"
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The voice is intimidating. It's the voice of someone who gets what they
want, and follows through with both his promises and threats. Though
loud now, it can drop to a whispery rasp either when he is sharing a
secret, or explaining a punishment. Though you've been apart for a long
while, Perra, it's hard to forget the voice of your father.
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Perra stops walking and seems to be
frozen to the spot, "Oh no...."
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Vul is in his robe but not turned into
a bird as of yet
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Vul tilts his head, '...what? The war
thing?"
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Kaylen:
"What's
wrong?" She stops short as well, her expression very, very
worried. "Did the plan just fall apart? Did you see something
stopping you from making the flight?"
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Perra shakes her head and seems like
she's looking for a way out, "Tha...that's my father."
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Vul:
o.0
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Vul:
"He
seems really mad... also would he recognize you sneaking by?"
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Kaylen:
"...Oh.
Well, fuck me. Uh, so I just grabbed the meanest looking bigwig at
the society I could find for this. I did NOT know he was your
father."
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Perra:
"You
didn't chose poorly... also I had no idea he was here."
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Kaylen:
"We
didn't have a long conversation, and I wasn't even facing him at
the time. I was, you know, "checking his papers." He might
recognize my voice, though."
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Kaylen:
"Well,
if your father is a goddamn city lord, the chances of him making
the trip are pretty damn high."
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Vul snerks, "You are sorta a princess
then..."
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Kaylen:
"It's
good that he didn't recognize you at the speech... wait, what?
Princess?"
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Vul:
"Well,
assuming he can declair war and all, basically the same as a king,
also her father right?"
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Perra blushes, "Vul stop..." She
sighs, "The reason you seemed to think I had a way about me is
cause I'm a noble."
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Kaylen:
(Oh,
fuck, sorry, I genuinely thought you were talking to Kaylen, and
just figured it out like a moment before Perra spoke again.)
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Kaylen:
"Well,
I'm not going to start curtsying and calling you by titles now,
after talking to you normally all this time. But I get the feeling
that you don't want me to do that anyway. Runaway, maybe?"
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Vul nods ,"Probably good, though if we
find something good we might wanna get it back to that guy?"
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Perra:
"Let's
just say having magic made me the family blacksheep."
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Perra:
"But
I can't go up to the gate now... he'd kow it's me right away."
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Kaylen:
"As
long as you keep me out of it... I was disguised, of course, but I
don't know how good he is at seeing through illusions, so I tried
to limit my non-magical exposure to him too. Still, if he finds
out, I'm a dead woman. But maybe getting him first look at
something interesting, he'll forgive and forget." She purses her
lips. "His attention is occupied. He's got a bunch of bodyguards,
but they're all looking at the palace guards, and vice versa.If
we're quick and don't draw attention, I still think we can make
it. I'm the only one who actually has to go through the gate."
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Kaylen:
"Besides,
he's not expecting to see you here. That's psychologically
powerful."
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Vul nods, "We can go around and over
at that nook."
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Kaylen:
"Right.
Just get up close enough to reach the blind spot..."
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Perra nods, "We can give it a try."
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Kaylen:
(I
would like you both to roll both a stealth and a bluff check)
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Kaylen:
(Stealth
to not attract attention, bluff to seem like you belong. The DCs
will reflect the situation.)
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Perra:
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Perra:
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Vul:
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Vul:
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Kaylen:
(Oh,
I guess Vul doesn't have to make a stealth check, since he's in
Perra's pocked, he would just use hers.
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Vul could be ya
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Vul is not stealthfox
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Kaylen:
(I
thought you said you were, is all. If not, tell me.)
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=^v^=:
(( vul was going to change into small
critter to fly over wall, but was staying in berobed outfit till then, I
mean if we were sneaking off he probably would turn at that point to be
less obvious ))
=^v^=:
(( since his stealth is actually
kinda bad except in an extremely specific use (not being tracked) ))
Makes sense. Unfortunately, your stealth check fails, then, and one of
the bodyguards notices you approaching, and puts out a hand in warning.
"You don't want to come any closer, believe me." You don't recognize
him. Either he was elevated after your escape, or he's a mercenary.
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Kaylen:
(You
means Perra, sorry.)
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Dragonborn Corsair:
"If
you're carrying messages, they're gonna wait. Nobody gets close to
the City Lord right now."
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Dragonborn Corsair:
(You
all made you bluff checks, so nobody seems to think your presence
is unusual.)
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Perra nods, "Ah yes sorry... what's
going on if you don't mind me asking?"
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Dragonborn Corsair:
"The
boss is angrier than I've ever seen him. I mean, he used to be
angry all the. Calmed down a bit since then, but this is worse
than anything I saw even during that period. I guess some
declaration was made that he took a lot of offense to, and now
he's trying to get in to see the Emir and tell him off. But the
guards can see he's angry just as well as we can, so they aren't
letting us in. And that's just making him angrier."
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Dragonborn Corsair:
*all
the time.
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Dragonborn Corsair talks to you with a
friendly enough tone, but his hand remains on his weapon, and his
eyes continually dart about, clearly not just looking at your
face. Not in the way some disgusting people do it, though. He's
watching for movement.
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Vul is probably if being a bird
disguised as a carrier pidgeon or the in-universe equilivant
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Dragonborn Corsair:
"Look,
when I said that you don't want to get closed, that wasn't me
threatening you. I mean, a little bit, but mostly it's a warning.
I very much pity the first member of the palace staff that tries
to go through us."
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Perra:
"I
see, I hope it get's sorted out soon. I'll find somewere else to
wait, don't want to keep you distracted."
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Dragonborn Corsair:
(Vul
is not disguised. We establised that when I asked, literally, if
he was transformed. The fact that he is not is the reason this
conversation is happening.)
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=^v^=:
(( k! ))
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Perra gives a polite bow before
walking off back down the road/path.
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Vul scurrys after Perra
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Dragonborn Corsair:
"That's
a good idea. Go get something to eat." He turns his attention back
to the gate.
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Perra -.-
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Kaylen:
"Ok,
he bought it, I think. As we walk away, just scoot into that nook
while he's not watching. Me? I'm still doing the
walk-through-the-gates plan. Your Dad is going to be pissed at me,
but I guarantee I've experienced worse."
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Kaylen:
"I'll
just circle around this building, and walk up from the other side.
Completely different person."
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Vul:
"I
mean if we are accosted by the guards in the nook we can say quite
truthfully we are avoding the large amount of angry dragonborn at
the gate...."
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Kaylen:
"That's
a fact. Though the one we talked to didn't seem all that angry.
Maybe he's a merc, instead of a full time guard. That would
explain why he doesn't seem to actually care about the insult to
his master. Or maybe he's just very chill."
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Vul:
"I
mean he sounded like the sort who'd actually follow an order to do
angry things by the actually angry person though."
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Perra:
"Either
way he didn't seem to know me, hopfuly see you on the other side."
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Perra heads for the nook.
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Vul critterrizes once out of eyeshot
of people on way to nook
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Kaylen:
"Also
true. And yeah, see you..." she goes for the fist bump, but you've
already turned away, and don't see it. She sighs. "Every time. Oh
well." It's a tiny whisper that Vul barely hears before she walks
away too.
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vonel:
(( now perra's going to feel bad ))
=^v^=:
(( no frosty fist bump for Kay ))
Near to the gatehous is a tiny nook. An architectural flaw that would
allow perhaps a single person, or two small ones, to stay out of the
line of sight of any guards. It wouldn't surprise you if they didn't
even know about this gap in their perception.
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Ganaroth:
(Well,
Perra doesn't know about it (passive perception), so she'll only
be sad if Vul tells her.)
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If things proceed according to the plan, Perra should be flying over
while nobody is looking in that direction. The nook is great, but when
you fly over the wall, you'll be in plain view. Luckily to the local
guards are VERY distracted.
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Ganaroth:
(*the
to in Luckily to the is a typo)
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=^v^=:
(( alas I think this is the edge of
consiousness avaiable to me, aka sleepi ))
vonel:
(( Getting close to that myself ))
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Ganaroth:
((No
problem. The group has a fight incoming, so we'll have time to
finish in another session.))
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vonel:
(( Sounds good. ))
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Ganaroth:
(Cool.
Just one of you choose a morning, and I'll be there, probably.)
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Ganaroth is disconnected.
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Vul glad not having to do fallback
bluff on nook guards as of yet, plus is a critter to not
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vonel is disconnected.