Soon, a whistle played over the intercoms signals all crew to meet on the bridge.

Olek stands in front of the massive glass screen, the dark green murky depths highlighted in searchlight behind him.

Solemnly, he leads the crew in prayer and remembrance of those departed.  Those who died in noble service, sealing themselves in the Cargo hold to prevent the rest of the crew from drowning with them, and he who died apprehending a dangerous traitor.

It isn't a long speech, but it is deep and resounding, the sort of speech that hangs with you hours after it's over and that very few GMs can write effectively.

At the conclusion, as per Gnomish Maritime tradition, the crew proceed to the Dive Room where the bodies are dropped through the moon door to be turned over to the briny deep.  All present drink a toast to the departed, one beer for each, then a drink for the survivors, then one for the mission and, lastly and most importantly, one for the Empire.

A while later, when the toasts have worn off, the crew get the ship underway and the Red Spring continues its long journey.

~DING!~
This message was lightly edited by the GM at 15:51, Fri 08 Nov 2013.

In reply to GM (msg # 1):

James slides into a deep depression seeing one person that he trusted and another who he associated with both turn on the ship and crew.  Even though he will often drink sullenly he is so active with his healing lately that he has become significantly improved in it (acquiring the natural healer edge).  When not working with the wounded he will visit the prisoners with Alveris, Conrad and/or by himself to interrogate them (in methods I don't have time to write at the moment).

Uthor snaps the Attack cartridge out of Jeeves and returns it to the case, replacing it with Porter and ordering the AutoGnome to follow him to the memorial ceremony.

After the ceremony, he finds a spot in a room with a few other gnomes (to avoid being goblin'd) and starts poring over Ragnar's codebook and notebook for any and all information on the traitors.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 3):

The notebook is mostly a running log of what the Red Spring has been doing.  It has regular dates and positions going back to when Ragnar boarded.  He takes careful note of each time the Mirror was used and what the Fey have been up to.

It also has notes on each crewmember, but apart from the names everything is in code.

At the dates you encountered the Dark Reach, there is detailed documentation of that expedition (from what he could tell without having gone) and on the equipment you brought back.

There are also tons of codes, passwords, callsigns, etc. which look to be copied from other books.

In reply to GM (msg # 4):

What a bummer.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 5):

"What have you learned?" Conrad asks Uthor, nodding toward the code book as he walks by.  "It might be useful to clarify things with the prisoner while we have him clapped in irons."

He then turns to find James, pulling him aside.

"We need to talk about your goblin, because I'm struggling to find any reason not to execute the vile thing.  If you can't control it or predict its actions, it's just a criminal who's consuming air and food.  Anything you want to say in the creature's defense before I take this to the Captain?"

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 6):

James looks grimly at Conrad.

I will give you two reasons not to kill him.

1 I have some questions I want to ask him.


He begins walking towards the brig with his soiled sheets, he looks over his shoulder

And two... I want to kill him myself.

He continues towards the brig.

Not all that much.  He's got little blurbs about each of us in this thing, and some codes written down.  Most of them are our codes.  We could talk to him some more, see what else we can get out of him.

Once we get enough information, I've got a plan.  We try to call those people back on the mirror, give them the right call sign, and make them think we're with them.  Maybe wear that helmet as a disguise, or hold it, to convince them we've got it and they left us behind.

Might be able to figure out how their buddies got off the ship so fast.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 8):

Hey Uthor,

Please check to see if Francis sent any outgoing communications in the code room when he was there.  Connie, that key you found... are all of the ships keys accounted for?  Or is the one he had an extra one?

In reply to James (msg # 9):

"I still have my key, and the Captain still has his, so I assume this third key is a copy of some sort."

He sighs, heading toward the makeshift brig.

"Enough of this.  Neither the Captain nor myself has time for this runaround.  Come on -- we're going to get some answers, ask some questions, and resolve some issues of loyalty," Conrad says, beckoning to Uthor, James, and Alveris to follow.

"And, Alveris?" he adds darkly.  "Bring the girls."

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 10):

The 'brig' is little more than two cargo cages normally designed for strapping down sensitive equipment and cargo which have been re purposed for holding prisoners.  Chain-link fence-style door covers the entrance to each.  The decks below, above and behind each contain numerous rings, fittings and hooks for tying off or securing things.

The small area holding Ragnar contains now several barrels of poisoned wine which have been lashed to the hull, and a wheel of, somehow totally dry, cheese.  The Gnome sits with his back propped up against a barrel.  He looks up with interest when you enter but doesn't feel the need to speak immediately.

Francis, in the 'cell' beside Ragnar, has been fully hog-tied and strapped to the wall between two large metal rings.  A crewman informs you that they had to gag him soon after putting him there, because the string of profanity was bordering on war crimes (and this is from a Gnome, who are known for colorful language themselves) and they didn't want to have to charge him with anything else.

In reply to GM (msg # 11):

James walks in behind Conrad dragging his sheets behind him.  He significantly unrolls them infront of Francis' cage.  The smell is unbearable and James requests Conrad to open up Francis cell.  He pulls the sheets under Francis' hogtied frame.

/ooc I have already rolled my taunt/intimidate rolls and written much of the interrogation.  If you guys have anything you want to do before I do my portion with Francis please let me know.  Also let me know where you are and what you are doing while I will be interrogating. /ooc

In reply to James (msg # 12):

Conrad folds his arms over his chest and stands outside the cage, watching James carefully.  Ever now and again, he will favor Ragnar with a withering glare that seems to say "you're next."

OOC: Conrad will not allow James to actually execute the goblin without due process of law.  Which might come in the form of himself as judge and jury, empowering James as executioner.  But we'll see what happens.  I leave this here in OOC just so James knows that I'll have to interrupt in some way if the prisoner looks like he's about to die or be tortured for non-information-gathering purposes.  Unless it's done stealthily or Conrad gets distracted.
This message was last edited by the player at 16:45, Tue 12 Nov 2013.

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 13):

Remember what I told you about this being why you will always be second class to the fey?  Its because your dumb.

You do realize that if you just stayed by my side you would have survived and gotten paid?  Now you get no money, and you have certainly lost your freedom.  I'm going to tell you that you are dumb again; because you are so dumb that I think this is the only way I can get through your fat head.  Now where the fuck did you get that key?  *He points at the key in Conrad's hand*  The captain has his, Conrad has his.  Unlike you stupid fucking goblins I can count (Taunt 7 vs 2).

Do you know what the funny thing about medicine is? 

He smiles grimly at Francis' predicament.  Francis quivers in rage and lets loose an obscene tirade into the gag.  James slowly walks over and removes the gag.  Francis tries to bite him but he pulls his hand away quickly.

Medicine can heal, but it also can hurt.  It can hurt a lot.  Its something that has always fascinated me... Have you ever seen anyone suffering a from a wound to the stomach and/or intestines?  Its long and slow and painful death.  Guess what kills them?

He holds up the blanket significantly.  Francis spits at him. He wipes it off of his face with his borrowed black tactileneck.

All it takes is a small cut and some of this and then you know what will happen?  You will start with the wound festering then the bacteria will spread.  Next you will run the highest fever you have ever had in your life... then comes shock and sepsis.  At which point you will finally succumb.

Unless of course I decide to bring you back from the brink... only to do it again... and again... and again...

I don't believe your mission was to kill me anymore.  I think you lied to me to save your skin.  Maybe you get a bonus for killing me, but not even a goblin is so stupid as to turn on me when you have no hope of escape.  This means that there is something else going on.  How were you going to collect your troll laden with silver if you had succeed in killing me.

You know that I can't lie, and you will save yourself a LOT of pain if you answer my questions.(Intimidate 3 vs 1)

Francis blinks at James, confused, but clearly frightened as the exact comments of James goes over his head but the intent is undeniable.

So now here is the question at the heart of it... Your too stupid to do anything in the code room, so what the fuck were you doing there?  Thats why your whole race almost was and probably should have been exterminated.  At least the gremlins are fun... you guys are fucking annoying.  Did you send a message to anyone?  Who did you call on the mirror?  Are you in league with the gnomes from the dark reach? (taunt 10 vs 1)

James in a terrifyingly calms and collected state walks over to the goblin quivering in impotent rage.  He takes out his scalpel and nicks each of the goblins femoral arteries, they begin bleeding immediately.  Conrad harumphs to stop him.  James hold up his hand.

This is not lethal... yet.

He says looking into Francis' eyes making sure the full implications of the words settle on him.

James takes a large sample from the soiled bedsheets and uses it as a poultice.  A gagging noise comes from Ragnar as he watches the display and knowing what James is doing. (heal 6)

Without a word James locks his eyes on Ragnar through the wire of the cage and watches him as he fully bandages Francis leg wounds.  He holds up a syringe

Francis.  You have about an hour before this is irreversible.  I can give you a shot of this to stop the infection, and bandage your wounds for real using astringent... that is also going to hurt like hell, and we can save you.  After an hour... your taking your life into your own hands.  You should start to feel the sepsis setting in soon.  Your fever will spike in about 5 minutes.

Now tell me what I want to know.
This message was last edited by the player at 18:21, Tue 12 Nov 2013.

Before Alveris heads to the brig, Uthor pulls him aside.

I know how much you like that helmet, but I need to borrow it to do a little... recon.  Don't worry, I'll give it back.  Gonna try and call back through the mirror to those guys on the ship and pry out a little information.  We'll meet up after.  What do ya say?

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 15):

"What I told cash cow was truth!" Francis splutters, evacuating his bowels yet again.  "But there's more... was told kill Fey fuck, get silver.  If not kill him, ground into paste for use in soothing crotch-itch on Trolls.  If kill Fey Fuck, get silver, same troll carry it home, use other ointment on itchy crotch.

BUT

If not kill Fey Fuck, can work WITH Fey Fuck:  Convince Fey Fuck that I can be bought, show that he has shit for skills at reading people... THEN I kill Fey Fuck for real."

Francis smiles as if the plan would please James... but realizes that that doesn't make any sense.

"No rescue party, only kill Fey Fuck and hide until can escape.  Other operatives on sub, so shouldn't be hard.  Got key from other Fey Fuck, to use to sneak in and hide, or to send message."

Francis spits violently.

"Mirror fucking terrible, couldn't get it to work.  Tried all finest cursing, no work."

In reply to GM (msg # 16):

James looks grimly at Francis.

Other operatives?  Who and how many?

What fey fuck did you get the key from, the one who hired you, or an underling?

He raises his head

Hey Rags!  Did you know about this?  Theres plenty more goblin shit to go round! 

James looks at the beads of sweat forming on Francis' brow it looks like the sepsis is starting to set in...

In reply to James (msg # 17):

"Don't know how many, only told I was not alone.  Contact in port give key and help get into barrel."

Ragnar is visbly unsettled by what is going on, but as it's being done to a Goblin at the moment, does not object.

When James addresses him directly, however, he looks to Conrad.

"I don't think there's either the need for that... nor would it be proper to treat a compliant prisoner so harshly.  I can say without reserve that I don't and haven't ever worked with that Goblin."

In reply to GM (msg # 18):

"You're an accused traitor and mutineer, Ragnar," Conrad replies evenly.  "If we were going by the letter of the law, the Captain could have ordered you 'imprisoned' in the airlock by now."

He pauses to let that sink in.

"Now, I'm all for letting the accused have their day in court, be we're a long way from home on a mission that's said to be vital to national security. Concessions will need to be made.  There's a difference between compliance and collaboration, and while you've been a model prisoner, you haven't taught us much, either."

Conrad looks at the disgusting bedding that's been wadded around the goblin, then shakes his head.

"That changes, Ragnar.  Starting now.  On whose authority were you stationed here as an 'inside element'?  Who was your point of contact?  What were you told, and when, and by whom?  What were the parameters of your mission?"

His eyes narrow.

"Since I'm feeling generous, I'll give you a pass on exactly one of those questions.  But you'd better be forthcoming with the others.  Begin."
This message was last edited by the player at 21:38, Tue 12 Nov 2013.

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 19):

Ragnar eyes the filthy blankets and the Fey beside them.  He licks his lips and then stands up slowly.

"My mission was as observer, but with a few specifics to report on.  I was to track the Red Spring and its mission as well as any artifacts it came across.  It was explained to me that I would be in a position to obtain not only sensitive Imperial codes, but also powerful technology and relics valuable to our leader, Commander Schtock."

Ragnar appears to be waiting for a reaction to that name.

In reply to GM (msg # 20):

James begins to remove the disgusting dressings around the wounds on Francis, he pulls out an abrasive brush and astringent.  He brushes harder than necessary Francis screams and curses and spits, James puts the gag back in.  He injects him with the antibiotic.  Francis seems visibly comforted (heal 9).

He removes the gag.

So now what?  Looks like one of us has to die.  As we established before that one is obviously not going to be me.

*he peeks his head up*

Now Rags thats just rude.  Isn't a Schtok what you gnomes call your... *motioning to the bedsheets*
This message was last edited by the player at 13:32, Wed 13 Nov 2013.

In reply to James (msg # 21):

"Schtock?! That bastard is no Commander," Conrad spits. "And the Special Ops team is part of your misguided rebellion? Interesting. How did you expect to get the equipment and codes off the sub without tipping the Empire off?"

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 22):

Ragnar shrugs.  "Linking up with them wasn't part of my mission... I didn't know they were aboard the Dark Reach but it made sense.  The Reach was an experimental light-attack/insertion vessel.  It would make sense that they would have some of the tech I was after onboard.  When I realized that the invaders were loyal to Comm. Schtock, I decided it would be a good idea to help."

He looks around at the cargo hold.

"Also, given we were at very real risk of dying at the time, I figured they'd have a better chance of getting me home alive."

In reply to GM (msg # 23):

A vintage Alveris walks into the room, adorned in a newly pressed Magneto Red Tactileneck, and a pair of seasonally red corduroy jeans, tailored to his fit. A pair of ornate leather boots completes the outfit, a picture of the 3 girls etched on each side.

Sensing ire for his attire, Alveris begins:

"What? I'm grieving. It's a Fey thing. We wear our finest outfits when we're the most vulnerable. See.

I have a soul."

Turning toward James

"So help me God if that's one of my tactileneck's Jamie, and you have stretched it and changed the dimensions of its fit. (his volume increases with each sentence) There's no Fey Tailors on this submarine Jamie. There isn't going to be 800 years of hand crafted expertise weaving that shirt out of the fur of an animal whose name I'm not legally allowed to know and ensuring it fits me perfectly after the damage you've done to it's fit Jamie. DID YOU THINK ABOUT THE LACK OF TAILORS AT ALL?!"

(Clearly exasperated)

"Fine. Keep it. I'm happy to see you at least dressing better. So, are we torturing Francis or not, because if we aren't, I think we should check in with the mirror, see what those assholes want to tell us about what's going on."

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 15):

Alveris pantomimes holding the helmet out of Ultron's reach for what seems like an eternity.

"Not a fucking chance"

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 25):

James blinks at Alveris...

You... told me to borrow the tactical neck before going to the reach....

*shrugs*

I think Francis is worthless.  I did about the most aggressive thing I can do to him and turns out its just a contingency plan set up by daddy dearest.  Oh and they said they'd kill him if he doesnt kill me... so I guess one of us has to die.

Will likely be him.

Rags has just started singing so maybe you can go give some encouragement to him
This message was last edited by the player at 13:29, Thu 14 Nov 2013.

In reply to James (msg # 26):

"Francis work for Fey Fuck again?" the Goblin offers weakly.

In reply to GM (msg # 27):

"What about the mirror, Ragnar?  Did you ever use it?" Conrad asks, casually cracking his knuckles.

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 28):

Ragnar furrows his brow.

"Aye, I did.  When I got access to the code room I made contact to let them know what was going on.  My superiors weren't happy, they worried it would let you or the Fey Court find them."

In reply to GM (msg # 29):

"We did find them," Conrad nods.  "And your honesty in that matter has been noted.  They were none too happy to see me, and hung up immediately."

He whips out a notebook from one of his uniform's many pockets, along with a pen.

"How would one call them back?  Hypothetically, of course."

Conrad jots down the beginnings of a script while he waits for the answer.

"And tell me... how are your acting skills?"

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 28):

James raises an eyebrow and smiles cryptically.

You did have your uses...

Francis eyes widen and a smile crosses his face

But no.  I'm curious if goblin based troll salve is efficacious?  I may grind you down myself and find a very itchy troll.

James smiles grimly and puts the gag back into Francis' mouth as he begins screaming and cursing in his defense.

You will find I can be just as bad as my father.  Isn't there some kind of goblin proverb about not interfering in the matters of the fey?  He walks out the door leaving the soiled sheets behind.

Your witness coucnillor

He says casually to Alveris as he walks past.  He walks into the cage behind Conrad and starts slowly arranging his medical gear on one of the poisoned casks of wine.

Hey Alvie?  What do you think intrevenous nova fruit laced wine would do to a gnome?  Of course we'd have to boil it first, wouldn't want him to have to worry about sepsis or anything (Intimidate 5 vs 4).

So Rags *he says sanguinely* When did you manage to talk to them?  Was this after you poisoned Connie?  What exactly did you tell them?  And they were right to be displeased because you are going to help us find them.

Uthor, I think it may be a good idea to have Rags help you translate this book, and and Connie, I was just thinking the same thing.

In reply to James (msg # 31):

Ragnar definitely looks concerned.

"Imperial officers don't torture prisoners,  it's beneath them."

He looks at Conrad.

"Even we 'rebels' don't do such things.  I made contact to let them know that I was here and what I was attempting to do.  I was interrupted before I could tell them much of anything.  As to how, the emblem you stole from me, that was my token to make contact via the mirror.  I dunno how it works, witchcraft no doubt, but it worked."

In reply to GM (msg # 32):

James snarks back at Ragnar

And that is why imperial officers are beneath fey.  Whats the life of a single gnome when weighed against the safety of not one but two fey.

what were you interrupted by?

In reply to James (msg # 33):

"You have yet to be tortured, Ragnar; spare me the drama," Conrad replies evenly, making a great effort not to snap at James's rather unfavorable comparison of gnomes and fey.  "You know as well as anyone that, after the Captain, my word is law on this ship.  I've noted before how cooperative you're being.  It is appreciated, and may serve you well during your eventual trial. Especially seeing as there are so many witnesses who can corroborate whatever happens here today.  "

He jots a few notes down in the book and smiles mirthlessly.

"Continue to cooperate, and you'll continue to be treated with more civility than most mutineers would expect.  We're almost finished here.  Answer his question, then tell me how the emblem works.  I assume you need to do more than just hold the damn thing to be recognized as an insider."
This message was last edited by the player at 17:34, Thu 14 Nov 2013.

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 34):

"I suppose not, if you don't count psychological torture," Ragnar sniffs.

"Nope, that's it.  Hold the emblem up to the mirrir's surface, that's all I did."

In reply to GM (msg # 35):

James doesn't pay attention to anything that is being said around him, he has opened up the barrel and is dipping one of the used test tubes that had the pickled will o the wisps in it and dunks it into the barrel.  He pulls out a candle and lights it.

There should be enough residule will-o-the-wisp solution to keep him from dying.  This should be very interesting he mutters bringing the tube to a boil over the candle.

In reply to James (msg # 36):

"Thank you," he says, nodding toward Ragnar before turning to look at James.  "Can I talk to you for a moment? Outside?"

Conrad opens the hatch and makes an "after you" gesture toward the medic, indicating that this is not a request.

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 37):

James has now brought the tainted wine to boil in the small test tube over the candle light continuing to mutter to himself about nova fruit toxins.  Conrad harumphs impatiently James rolls his eyes, passes the stopper through the flames a few times and corks the tube tightly creating an airtight seal.  He blows out the candle and slowly and meticulously cleans up.  He holds out the stoppered tube of very dark, very tainted wine and says

I'm keeping this for you.  Just in case I need to come....


His words are cut short as Conrad grabs him by the collar and hauls him out of the jail.  James looks menacingly back at Ragnar over Conrads shoulder.

He walks out the brig and as he passes the other cell he says

Good night Francis.  Sleep well. I'll probably kill you in the morning.

In reply to James (msg # 38):

Once outside the brig, Conrad turns to James.

"I'm not a chemist, so I'm not sure whether I should be angry or not.  I don't understand what you are trying to do, but if it's poison, I have to stop you.  That's not our way."

He sighs.

"I understand your anger, believe me.  But there's no way I'm going to risk allowing either prisoner to go free based on missteps taken during their imprisonment.  If you want to execute the goblin, fine -- Captain practically ordered as much, anyway."

He puffs himself up a little bit.

"But don't execute a cooperating prisoner right in front of another prisoner who has been and who, gods willing, will continue to be cooperative in his own right.  Sends a bad message.  And, again, that's not our way."

Conrad takes a moment to compose himself, and his tone softens.

"Explain what you're trying to do with the wine and the candle.  I think we both want to force Ragnar back in front of the mirror, but I'm concerned it won't look authentic if you're making some sort of hypnotic serum."
This message was last edited by the player at 14:50, Fri 15 Nov 2013.

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 39):

James barks a laugh.

Hypnotic serum?!  I don't think such a thing exists.  In all honesty I have no idea what it will do to him, you remember what happened to Alveris when he drank the wine?  I imagine it would be like that... only significantly worse.  Like I said its now sterile, so we don't have to worry about poisoning him like Francis and the wine should be nearly isotonic to the blood, and the alcohol should be boiled away, and there is just enough fairy juice in the vial to push off any other ill effects... he should be fine, just in severe pain.

All of this is of course.... theoretical.

He puts the vial into his medicine pouch with a huff and a sigh.

I guess your right...

He raises his voice and yells over his shoulder so it can be heard in the brig

EVEN THOUGH HES A JACKASS!

His face softens

he has been trying to bargain for his freedom, and so far has operated in good faith.  If he is lying to us I will treat him like a rebellious changeling.  The threat of the unknown is generally worse than the treatment itself... use that to your advantage.

He leans into Conrad and whispers

How are your acting skills?

With that he kicks the door and screams several fey obscenities.
This message was last edited by the player at 15:09, Fri 15 Nov 2013.

Uthor finally makes his way to the brig, having completed his research of the codebooks.  The smell and the tableau before him come as a shock.  He wears a mildly disturbed look.

What did I miss?

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 41):

"My... acting?" Conrad frowns, then puts a hand on the hatch.  "Not good."

"I don't want to leave Alveris alone in there with the prisoners any longer. I appreciate what you're trying to do, but Ragnar is essentially a POW at this point.  Much as I want to wring his neck, we should probably hand him over to the Imperial intelligence community.  The real one."

"Between that and wanting to use him as a stand-in to contact his superiors, I need him alive and unharmed.  We'll return to the threats approach if he stops being cooperative, but at the moment he seems to realize that playing nice is his best bet."

"If you want to test your brew on the goblin, though, be my guest.  If he isn't going to be useful, he's just consuming resources -- and we don't want that."

Conrad opens the hatch and re-enters the brig, a sullen-looking James slinking in behind him, wearing his fiercest scowl.

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 42):

James looks at Uthor, and says gloomily

Ragnar is an asshole and Francis is a bigger asshole; Connie may be the biggest asshole of them all.  *directly into conrads back* You are no fun at all!

Sounds of elevated voices began escaping the room, as your instinct to leave Alveris alone with the prisoners is immediately ratified as the correct one:

"..AND THAT'S HOW I KNOW YOU WON'T BE SO SMUG AFTER YOU GET YOUR DICK SKINNED!"

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 44):

James opens the door and yells out

Alveris what have you done?

In reply to James (msg # 45):

Conrad storms into the room, wondering wordlessly the same question James has just vocalized.

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 46):

Conrad and James return to the 'brig' area to find a totally nonplussed Alveris and a very frightened Ragnar.

In reply to GM (msg # 47):

James backs out the door and closes it behind him.  If you listen very carefully you can hear the muffled sound of the fey's laughter from behind the door.  After a moment the door opens and a recomposed James walks back into the room.

Ragnar looks at him quizzically too frightened to have heard the fey's laughter and opens his mouth to say something smarmy.

James arches an eyebrow at him and opens his medical pouch showing the syringe with the tainted wine in it looking very serious.

He says to Alveris

I thought that you were going to use the Tiberius method on him.  I was excited to see your execution.  I've been experimenting with instead of skinning the penis dorsally you begin with a sagital section.

In reply to James (msg # 48):

Conrad scowls at this turn in conversation, and turns to Ragnar questioningly.

"When was your next contact supposed to be?"

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 49):

Ragnar looks puzzled.

"I didn't have a schedule of any kind... I wasn't supposed to report out until we returned to Gnomish lands and I'd safely left the ship.  I made contact because I wanted off."

He looks around.

"It's no lack of honor, sir, just duty to a higher purpose.  Otherwise I would have been happy to drown with all of you."

In reply to GM (msg # 50):

Conrad nods, continuing this line of questioning.

"How would you make contact after leaving the ship if the mirror is on board?"

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 51):

The reason for the sagital incision is it actually avoids the vas deference which in turn will lead to less permanent effects... it allow you to effectively skin and still threaten castration...  just my two cents.

Duty to higher purpose?  What are you even talking about.  Also what the hell is the significant differences between whats his name *he gestures vaguely at Ragnar* and what his name *he gestures vaguely at Conrad*?  Except that one doesn't like the other.  You gnomes make everything so complicated, one will eventually arrange to have the other killed and usurp power, and everything proceeds pretty much as normal.  Why do you make things harder than they need to be?

In reply to James (msg # 52):

Conrad wheels on a dime, doing a perfect military about-face to face James directly.

"Duty. Honor. Loyalty.  Having the foresight to become part of something larger than yourself.  The spying, the lying, the deception, the false smiles?  That's human diplomacy.  That's feyic normalcy.  These underhanded strategies are not the Empire's way."

He turns back to Ragnar with a dark expression.

"At least, they didn't use to be."

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 53):

James scoffs.

We don't lie.

Also what is larger than the individual?  Basking in societies reflected glory bears very little on your person or life.  Your ruler is not in your house nor in your kitchen... you are still free to do as you desire when you desire.  What does it matter of you say I serve emperor schoff or shmick?
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In reply to James (msg # 54):

"Using the mirror was never part of any 'plan'.  Once back safely ashore, I could return to my handler in person."

In reply to GM (msg # 55):

"James..." Conrad begins, exasperated.  "You don't see a difference between serving Puck, serving your father, and serving someone like Uthor?  They aren't even remotely the same.  You serve the embodiment of your ideals because more can be done as a whole than as an individual.  I thought fey were supposed to be smart..."

He turns to Ragnar.

"Now that's interesting.  You've been very helpful, Ragnar, and have earned an upgrade to prisoner first-class -- and the privacy that comes with it."

Conrad nods toward Alveris, James, and Uthor.

"Grab the goblin and bind him for transport," he says, pointing toward Francis.  The goblin flashes a murderous look in their general direction, and Conrad continues.  "If he won't let you do so without a fuss, kill him."
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In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 56):

James moves to bind Francis looking at him with murderous intent... he calmly retorts Conrad

For the most part it would not make a difference, because I don't serve any of them directly... The only difference between Francis being the head of the fey court and my father is that Francis will try to kill me with his own hands; father will hire someone.

James goes to tie Francis who bites at his hand, James quickly snatches his hand back and like lightning has the needle full of tainted wine at Francis' throat.

Go ahead, test me you dumb fuck.

He whispers dangerously to Francis.

The individual can do more than the state because he is not hampered by the opinion of others.  If his ideas are good and he can get people to follow him they will, not based upon the illusion of power given to an inanimate location/title but due to their belief in him and his natural authority.  That my friend is true power.

And each fey lives and embodies that idea.  We do not band together blindly but with intellect behind it.  We must be moved to action instead of ordered to it and because of that action is as unpredictable as an earthquake, as sure as the sunrise, and as inexorable as the ocean.

By this point Francis is bound and prepared for transport.  James waves cheerily to Ragnar

Good session today rags!  See you tomorrow for some more menacing and questions?!


/ooc Holy fuck I feel like Macchiavelli arguing with John Locke, we keep this up and I'm going to have to go re-read 'The Prince'. /ooc

In reply to James (msg # 57):

Jamie, too much explanation.

Connie, we Fey, having a longer lifespan and history than you do, perceive events and social obligations/normalcy in a different way than you do.

We don't have the same modus operandi, nor do we operate under the same set of required parameters. In many ways, Fey are a law unto themselves, and the law is their own, and I'll be the first tell you, it's surprisingly whimsical and inflexible, at the same time.

No, we don't lie, but we tactically omit the truth like it's our job. There's all sorts of stuff I'm sure James and I know that may be of benefit to this mission, the fate of the empire, or even why Ragnar here should sleep with one eye open his cell tonight, but you haven't asked, and me failing to volunteer to tell you is far different than lying.

I could tell you right now that I have no plans to kill Ragnar, and then kill him later.

At this very moment in time, I have no plans to kill Ragnar, and you have not asked if I ever intend to change my stance on the matter, therefore, I haven't lied.

It's about context Connie, and unequivocal vocal ambiguities. I know you're much more comfortable exploding things, and I'm significantly more comfortable either getting to actually torture Ragnar, or moving on from this would be philosophical discussion to do some actual adventuring. Because seriously, all this pseudo intellectualism is giving me a KILLER headache.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 58):

Ragnar shakes his head.

"It's even simpler than that.  It comes down to this, 'what is most important?  The self or the whole?'  You Fey act only in self-interest.  Sometimes that means working together, but you never err from your moral compass of self-service.  The minute your own survival is on the line, your alliances fall.   That's not the long view, it's the narrow.

We Gnomes see the true big picture, which is that none of us is here forever and none of us is so important as to sacrifice everyone else.  Rather, any one of us should be allowed to die that the whole may move on."

Ragnar sighs heavily and slides down the bulkhead to sit against a crate.

"True, Sir, I have betrayed your trust, but that is my sacrifice for the whole of Gnomekind.  My honor pales in comparison with that.  I do not wish to die, but I would lay down my life to strengthen our people and protect us from our enemies both inside and out."

In reply to GM (msg # 59):

Conrad nods thoughtfully, then opens the hatch and motions for the others to leave before him.

"Your candor is refreshing; you know how prisoners can be.  We'll talk more later, after I've consulted with the Captain."

Checking to make sure there's nothing that Ragnar could easily use to kill himself, and doublechecking the locks that contain him, he follows the others out into the hallway.

He begins to head toward the bridge, then stops short.  Turning, he seals the brig's hatch, then locks it down with the Master Key.

"I need to talk to the Captain," he says to the others.  "James, Alveris, you wanna take the goblin down to the diving room?  We'll need to dump his uncooperative body once you're done with him.  Uthor, go with them -- they'll need you to operate the airlock mechanism.  I'll meet you there shortly."

With that, Conrad leaves in search of Olek.
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In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 60):

Ever since the burial service and the completion of major repairs to the Red Spring, Captain Olek Longthrow has spent a large amount of time in his quarters.  Those who have spent any time with him prior will note that he has become quiet and more reserved than normal.

That being said, as Conrad finds him standing on the bridge with arms crossed, he retains his authoritative stare and commanding voice.

Lt. Commander, what have you learned?

With the searchlight off, there is nothing but blackness through the glass.  Olek stares into it deeply regardless.

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 60):

James says in gnome

To be fair hes been... relatively cooperative for a goblin.  You are right he is of little use and... as Rags said acting in self interest.  Its me or this little green monstrosity. 

Back to common

Lets go.

He starts walking to the airlock.  Francis has decided to go the dead weight method of resistance has crumpled to the floor and is being dragged behind.

In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 61):

Conrad salutes, then relates to Olek the various details of Ragnar's complicity in the plot -- including his affiliation with the traitorous "Commander".

"He's been cooperative, sir.  I wonder if we can find some way to use him to draw out his allies.  It would be a savage blow to one of the Empire's greatest enemies."

He pauses for a moment, then continues.

"The goblin has been captured and remains untrustworthy, if begrudgingly cooperative.  How do you feel about jettisoning him from the airlock?  I see no further need to share our food and oxygen supplies with such a creature."

Conrad furrows his brow slightly.

"In that vein, sir, I'm not so certain we can trust our feyic allies to do what's best for anyone but themselves.  What is their actual purpose aboard this vessel?  Every call I've been privy to has seemed to indicate interpersonal vendettas among the fey, and no bearing whatsoever on our mission here.  Or respect for Imperial resources..."
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In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 63):

Olek smiles.  Come now lad, you're smarter than that: the whole bloody Fey Court is nothing more than interpersonal vendettas stitched together by childish fueds.  Nothing out of place here, but you're right to be concerned.  They may value this alliance to a degree, but once it stops serving their purposes...

Olek sighs and adopts a more leisurely stance.

Lad, that's the worst part of it, not even knowing our own purpose.  I appreciate a state secret as well as any Gnome, but a Captain not even knowing what we're searching for...  It's... well it's frightening.  Even more so that the Fey are interested as well.  True our guests seem more interested in their own squabbles than this mission, but don't mistake their lack of focus on priorities for a lack of true stake.  I'm sure that they know more than they let on, and I'm sure that once we DO figure out what it is we're looking for, they'll be as interested as we.

As for Ragnar, you're absolutely right.  He's a valuable asset.  If you can get any information out of him, do it but don't jeopardize his health or good behavior.  He'll be dealt with by the Imperial courts, they're trained for this sort of thing.  'Commander' Schtock is a dangerous Gnome and we don't want to compromise a potential asset.

Olek leans over a terminal and watches as sonar pings in the distance.  He looks over at the navigation station and frowns at the maps.

Trying to make up time... but we're behind.  Sven may be able to squeeze some extra speed out of those propellers, but I won't have him push it too far and wreck us all over again.  Oh and for the goblin, he adds almost as an afterthought, I've never seen a good reason to keep it alive.  If the Fey is so attached to it, put it outside and tell him it can swim after us if he likes.

In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 64):

Conrad comes down and brusquely relays the captains orders.  Seeing the dangerous glint in James' eyes he omits the part about the goblin swimming.

Francis begins to spit and curse trembling in fear as the reality of his situation hits him like a ton of bricks. James pulls a small needle from his pouch (not the one tainted with wine) and immediately injects it into Francis' jugular.

The goblin immediately goes limp.

He closes the goblins eyes and says in fey

Good night idiot prince.

He unceremoniously kicks the goblin into the airlock and operates the controls with some help from Conrad opens the gates.  He watches the goblin float limply out to sea dying in his sleep.

James silently stalks off in search of alcohol.


**** Time passes ****

James gets back to normal after a day or so.  He will occasionally visit Ragnar to try to figure out gnomish culture but to no avail, he is competely beyond the idea of community.

He regularly changes the bandages on everyones wounds and begins showing them some rehabilitation exercises to assist in nature's healing (take your natural heal roll +2 for my ministrations).

He is constantly looking over his shoulder and is extremely jumpy, he can react violently when surprised.  He has taken to arming himself with anything he can find around the ship (I'm assuming he can find a knife and an axe relatively easily any other weapons he can pick up?)

In reply to James (msg # 65):

Conrad spends his days tinkering with his weapons, completing his duties as First Mate, and having short, controlled chats with Ragnar.  Whenever possible, he also tries to talk to the crew about what happened in their section of the sub while all the troubles were going on.

One day, Uthor approaches him with a plan involving the mirror and the special ops forces.

"Tell me more," he replies, nodding in Uthor's direction.  "How do we do it, and what do we hope to learn?"

Well I've been thinkin'.  How did they get off this ship, and what did they want the helmet for.  All I know's it's more dangerous than a howler in a library.

I figure we've got the armor already, just need to hide our face, give 'em Ragnar's codes, and act like we're him.  Might get a little info on what they're up to.
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In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 67):

"We've got the code book.  Why don't we have Ragnar do it for us?  They already know him, and we'll know if he signals something."

Did you just stone cold execute Francis?

Jamie! I didn't think you had it in you!

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 69):

James shrugs and says absently

He betrayed me.  I told him one of us had to die, and it wasn't going to be me.

James walks towards the mess

Come on I need a post execution drink

James is down and quiet and allows Alveris to do most of the talking which he gladly does.
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That could work.  Are you sure we'd know if he starts slippin' signals under his words?

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 71):

"No," Conrad says with a frown.  "But we could make him take an oath, and have him sign something that forfeits his right to due process should he betray that oath."

In reply to James (msg # 70):

Taking a life is a tricky thing Jamie. The ease with which one can snuff out a breath, skin a dick and cover it in salt and then choke someone to death with the rag you're using to drown out the screams.

Alveris takes a long, deliberate sip of wine.

It changes a man once he realizes how easily death can be visited upon another. Like taking a toy from a small child really. The exhilaration. The joy. The hunger.

Just be careful Jamie. There are only so many steps you can take down the road you just started walking on before the road rises up to not just meet you, but consume you, and drive you. The days will go by, and one day, you'll realize you never stopped walking on that road, and worst of all, you never will.

I'm proud of you for doing what you had to do, but don't let it change you. There's still some good left in you, and it's not too late to get off the road.

Leave the walking for the rest of us with nothing left to lose.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 73):

Conrad enters the brig for another chat with Ragnar.

"If you could send a message to your superiors," he begins, scratching his chin absently.  "What would you tell them?  Would they care that you were imprisoned here, or that we retained possession of the artifacts?"

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 74):

Good.

 He snorts derisively, his hand rubbing first the scar on his neck then his side, finally coming to rest on his scarred legs.

What has good gotten me except nearly killed on three occasions. Good has made me an outcast of my own family, my father trying to kill me.

He shrugs and turns back to look darkly into his drink. I'm not going to say I liked it. I didn't. But the feeling of one less threat.... That's very nice. The thought that those around me will take me a bit more serious... That's nice.

Though having a pet goblin was a pretty sweet deal.

He toasts alveris

So what do you think the boiled down nova fruit extract will do if injected?

In reply to James (msg # 75):

Make for a very, very, uneventful lay.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 76):

"What would I say?" Ragnar blinks.  "Are we dealing in true hypothetical or is this a test?  If I could get word to my superiors, I would tell them I have failed, am captured and would like very much not to die."

In reply to GM (msg # 77):

Conrad nods evenly.

"Would that entreaty imply you fear assassination, or merely the meting out of justice?"

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 78):

Ragnar glares at Conrad.  "It means I don't want to be in this damned brig anymore.  Should I fear for my life in here?"

In reply to GM (msg # 79):

"You have nothing to fear except the legal repercussions of your actions," Conrad replies.  "But we might be able to work out a deal.  How did those operatives leave the ship? Or did they?"

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 80):

Ragnar shrugs.  "I'm not sure.  My theory is that they used one of the mini-submersibles that the Dark Reach was supposed to be carrying.  Then again, like I said, I'm not sure.  They could be hiding aboard for all I know.  I wasn't really in contact with them."

In reply to GM (msg # 81):

Conrad nods, then activates the PA system.

"Uthor, bring that robot you found to the communications room.  I will meet you there."

Opening the door to the cell, he enters and claps a set of manacles onto Ragnar's wrists.

"We're going for a little walk," he says, nudging the prisoner forward.  "It'll go better for you if you don't try anything funny."

Uthor nods and slots the Sentry cartridge into Jeeves' back.

Come, Jeeves.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 83):

Conrad leads the prisoner to the communications room, smiling as Uthor and Jeeves tromp up.  The group is ushered into the chamber, after which Conrad shuts and seals the hatch, then locks it with the master key.

He glances at the mirror for a moment, lost in thought.

I hope this works.

"Ragnar..." Conrad begins, removing the manacles, handing the prisoner his insignia, and withdrawing his repeater in a smooth motion.  "Congratulations.  You've just captured the Spring."

Seeing the surprised medic's expression, Conrad continues.

"You've captured the autobot, and subdued the crew -- weakened as it was by the special ops nonsense and the spectacular crash a certain acting Captain orchestrated."

He positions himself behind the mirror, unable to be seen from the glass, and waits for Uthor to do the same.  Jeeves, however, he leaves in the frame of the mirror's vision.

"Call it in.  Ask where to take it, and what to do next," he says, training the repeater on him.  "And make it good."
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In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 83):

Uthor slides in the 'Sentry' cylinder, locks it in and gives it a wind.

The AutoGnome looks around but finds no weapons, so it raises it's fists pugalism style and starts to march back and forth in front of the nearest door.  It ignores any suggestion that it follow.

Uthor frowns, then carefully approaches the machine and replaces the 'Sentry' cylinder with the 'Porter'.  The Autognomes turns its hands over as if to carry a load, but follows Uthor.

In the 'Brig', Ragnar offers no resistance at being manacled and led away.

Uthor waits on the other side of the mirror, listening intently and watching Ragnar.

In reply to GM (msg # 85):

Ragnar blinks in confusion, then that expression is slowly replaced by anger.

"Sir, you can't be serious..."

Noting that Conrad, Uthor, and Conrad's gun are all VERY serious, he sighs.

Ragnar turns the badge over in his hand a few times, then touches it against the glass.  The mirror seems to be spinning for a moment, smoke and pinpricks of light zoom past and a faint ringing sound can be heard.

Uthor and Conrad duck to the sides so as not to be seen, nor can they see what's on the other side.

"For the last time, DO NOT USE THIS CHANNEL UNLESS SO DIRECTED!"  Conrad recognizes the thick Gnomish voice.

"Sir," Ragnar exclaims, snapping to attention.  "Sorry sir, but this is an emergency.  I've... I've taken the ship, Sir."

There is a pause and for a moment you aren't sure if the person on the other end is still there.  "Taken the ship?" the voice continues, clearly perplexed.  "You weren't supposed to take any ships."

"Sir, no I..." Ragnar's gaze flicks over Conrad for a moment.  "I took the initiative, Sir.  On of our teams boarded the ship to recover some artifacts.  They were repelled but in the confusion I was able to overpower the crew."

He points to the AutoGnome.  "This is one of them, Sir, and it works as well as we thought.  With it's help, I was able to secure the ship... I know my orders were only to observe and obtain artifacts if I could, but I felt this was the only way to get them."

The voice at the other end pauses again, then continues almost resentfully.  "Allright, what's done is done.  We can discuss whether or not you're fit for future assignments later... are there many dead?"

Ragnar drops his head.  "Aye."

"Unfortunate.  I didn't like the idea of using force, but I'm not in charge of the extraction teams so there you have it... again, what's done is done.  Were any other pieces recovered?"

"Aye, a few assault guns and also... the Red Mantle."

"Really?  Is that so?  Very interesting, I'm sure the General will want to hear about that.  Well, if the ship is truly in your command, bring it to these coordinates: [coordinates].  I don't know what we'll do with the ship itself, but I'll arrange to have you and the artifacts transferred to one of our facilities."

"Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir.  I shouldn't have any difficulty getting us there, as long as I can keep the bulk of the crew locked belowdecks.  I trust you'll have forces standing by when I arrive?  I'd hate for them to mutiny once I get there."

"We will.  Oh and in the future... try to be less... creative in your plans."

Ragnar glowers at Conrad and steps aside.

"There, it's done."

In reply to GM (msg # 87):

Conrad nods, jotting down the coordinates and slipping the paper into one of his many tactical pockets.  He collects the badge, replaces the manacles, and leads Ragnar back to the 'Brig', locking him once more in the cell before removing the bindings.

"You've been more than cooperative," he says.  "I will do all I can to ensure that your eventual sentence reflects this. For now, you've earned a reprieve."

Conrad arranges some meats, cheeses, and ale for the prisoner, and leaves them in the cell.

"I'm glad you didn't try anything, by the way," he says, turning to leave.  "There's been too much death already."

With that, he takes his leave of the prisoner and heads to the bridge in search of the Captain.

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 88):

Ragnar nods appreciatively.

"I see no reason we can't be professional.  I may be a spy and a liar, I never denied that, but I do so for an honorable cause."  He gives Conrad a little salute, index finger and thumb pressed together, almost like tipping a top-hat.

"When the time comes, Sir, I'll put in a good word for you."

In reply to GM (msg # 89):

Olek, still on the bridge gazing into the endless black, listens to a quic summary from Conrad.

Hmmm, dark times, lad.  This Comm. Schtock is a dangerous bastard.  Good speaker, elegant, good leader, but a right bastard.  He vanished some time ago, but there was no doubt he was working away somewhere in secret.  I'd love the chance to peek behind the veil and see what he's been up to.  Mayhap after our mission is done.

Uthor regards Ragnar's performance appreciatively.

Thanks.  Like the C'mmander said, been enough blood.

Turning to the Captain, he adds, Do we want to sail to the traitors?  Could be a trap waiting, sir...

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 91):

The Captain grins, something he hasn't been prone to lately.

Oh, it's most certainly a trap and I'd most certainly like to sail to it, preferably with a heavy-attack sub, a few juggernauts and maybe a fleet of 'thopters along for the fun.  Maybe even talk his majesty into sending the HMS Hammer so we can wipe Schtock and his followers out for good.

Olek pauses for a moment to enjoy thinking about such a great sea battle.  Then the smile, slight as it was, falls from his face with a crash.

But orders are orders.  We're running... limping really, silent and fast as we can to our destination.  If our Navigator is correct and we've predicted the Humans' course properly, we should be on them in a day.
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In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 92):

Conrad salutes, tucking away the coordinates for later.

"Aye, Captain.  If we'll be on them tomorrow, we can start making our way toward the traitor's rendezvous by this time the day after next."

He turns to gaze out the viewport.

"I'll be glad to have a foe we understand, for a change."

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 93):

Aye lad.

In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 94):

The two Fey, seemingly finished with their own diversions, stumble harmlessly into the bridge

"I could taste the deceit and intrigue in my mouth like a fine wine. What's going on, and when does the dick skinning start? What? I meant Ragnar!"

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 95):

Conrad fills the Fey in on the relevant happenings.

"So," he says, finishing his narrative, "we have plenty to do once this mission is complete."

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 96):

I'd actually forgotten we were on a mission.

Good call.

How close are we to the humans, and do we have any idea what level of resistance we should be expecting?

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 97):

Those awake in the wee hours of the next morning hear the announcement over the comms (not into individual bunks, just hallways etc).

"We have reached our destination, all hands stand by."

Captain Olek clambers up into the tower and raises the periscope.  For a few moments he spins it this way and that, 'hmmmm'ing as he does so.  Finally he shakes his head.

I cannot see her.  Either our calculations are off or she changed course.  He leans on the periscope for a moment in thought before sliding it back down and locking it away.

We're behind and I have neither the time nor patience for caution at this time.  Surface and we'll take a better look around.

The next announcement can be heard by everyone.

"All hands, prepare to surface."

The Red Spring rumbles and shakes.  Outside, it bursts free of the depths in a glorious spray of foamy water and one very surprised gull.

The Captain and Navigator climb up the tower, undo the heavy airlock above and lift themselves up on top of the tower.  Any who choose can follow.

In reply to GM (msg # 98):

Conrad hauls himself up after them, eager for a blast of ocean breezes after spending so long in the confines of the sub.

Uthor follows Conrad, climbing out of the hatch for a touch of fresh air.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 100):

James groggily wakes up and gathers his weapons and heads to the airlock.  Anyone who looks notices that the edges of James' weapons are blood red.  He does not leave the sub but he does hang out in the open airlock out of line of site from the outside and takes whatever breeze he can get (he has been in harms way quite enough on this trip).

In reply to James (msg # 101):

As you step out onto the tower of the Red Spring, a blast of fresh air hits your faces and toussels your hair like you're in an Irish Spring commercial of some kind.  You have the sensation of years of age being blasted away from you and your lungs pumping energy and zeal into every fiber of your body.

Above, the sun shines brightly though it is nearing dusk.  One or two whispy clouds flit about but apart from that there is nothing but sky and sea as far as the eye can discern.

The Captain and Navigator have stepped away from the airlock hatch to the railing.  There the Navigator stands cradling a pot of coffee.  Olek leans against the railing scanning the horizon with his spyglass.  In his other fist he holds not coffee, but a large tankard of dark beer with a crust of bread dunked into it.

In reply to GM (msg # 102):

Olek lowers his telescope and takes a swig of beer.

Nothing, he grumbles.  No ship, no wreck, nothing.  The Navigator here says that if they put full sail and oar to muscle, they may have gotten beyond our reach already... I'm hoping that's not the case.

Olek offers the spyglass to Conrad, then extracts the bread from his beer with meaty fingers and chews it thoughtfully.

But assuming they've gotten beyond us is paramount to giving up.  The way I see it we still have two options.  One, we start a search pattern and sail up and down until we find those damned Humans... maybe send some life rafts out to widen our area... Two, we get Sven to rig the sonar array for a BIG ping and see if we can't turn them up at range.

In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 103):

"I'm not sure the sonar surge is the way to go, Captain," Conrad frowns, peering through the glass.  "Wouldn't want to attract the wrong sort of attention."

He gives Olek a meaningful look, then scratches his chin.

"Do we know where the ship was heading?  We could predict their bearing and head them off; the winds don't hinder us, and they could becalm our target."

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 104):

Aye, we're right in their charted path, and our Navigator guesses they don't have many options from here.  We're getting close to where they'll make shore, though still out of range of the port and most fishing and commercial traffic.  The question then is do we guess they're ahead of schedule and go toward land or track backward.

In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 105):

Best to not overthink it.

Strongly suggest taking the beachhead, setting up a perimeter, subjugating the locals, breeding with their women, and in time, our differences will disappear.

If we're early, we'll have the drop on them. If we're late, we'll get to murder them all on the comfort of a beach! There's nothing like the feel of blood and sand between your toes.
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In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 106):

James says emerging cautiously from the sub

Shows over, time to go home?

In reply to James (msg # 107):

"If we backtrack and we're wrong, we'll have lost them.  If we plow ahead and we're wrong, we can set a trap for them.  I'd advise full steam, Captain."

He frowns at the Fey.

"Though I do not recommend taking the beachhead unless our allies are providing the speartip for that assault."
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In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 108):

For the moment, Olek ignores the Fey.

Aye, you have good sense.  Only catch is the closer we get to the port, the more likely we'll be spotted by the locals.
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In reply to GM (msg # 109):

"Too shallow to run deep, sir?"

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 110):

We can stay below the surface, sure but once we're in close there's always the chance we'll be seen from a fishing boat or watch tower.  Might be we can get close enough to see shore by telescope so we can confirm our quarry isn't there yet, but we'd have to surface.

~~Crossroads~~
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In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 111):

Subterfuge on the sub! Does this thing really not have some sort of small underwater craft we can use to put a landing party on the beach under the cover of darkness?

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 112):

"Do we care if the humans in the harbor spot us, sir?  As long as we remain hidden from the vessel we're seeking?  If that's the case, I believe we should remain submerged as long as is practical."
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I agree with the Commander on this one, Sir.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 114):

If the humans see us then they may try to run us off.  I think full speed ahead and lets see if we can find them.

Though truth be told I still like the idea of going home.

In reply to James (msg # 115):

Olek nods.

Alright then lads, back to it!

The Captain drowns the last of his beer and climbs back down.  He and the Navigator head directly to the bridge.

In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 116):

Once everyone is belowdecks, the order is given to dive once more, but this time the Red Spring runs shallow enough to use the periscope.

A crewman is stationed in the tower to take a look once every so often.

For a half hour, nothing is sighted, until finally land can be made out in the distance.  A green coastline, dotted with small brown and grey smudges that soon grow into distant towers, towns, windmills and fortresses of the Human seaside kingdom.

In addition, the crewman sights a few fishing and merchant vessels which you are careful to keep a good distance from.

Finally, you are close enough to scan the port.

"Sorry, Sirs," the lookout reports, "No sign of our quarry."

In reply to GM (msg # 117):

Hey Ultron,

James says cheerily

Do you mind helping me engineer something up?

If Uthor complies him and James will retire to the sick bay while we search.
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In reply to James (msg # 118):

"We must've beat them to port," Conrad responds.  "Let's observe how the ships approach the port, then position ourselves deep enough to go undetected... directly below the common path.  We can wait for them here, or further out to sea."

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 119):

Olek nods.

Was a good idea to be thorough.  We'll sail a little ways out so as to watch the comings and goings but stay away from prying eyes.
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In reply to GM (msg # 120):

The Red Spring backs off of the port and waits just below surface.  Crew take turns manning the periscope and all the while Gnomes are running around continuing repairs from your previous adventure, running torpedo and fire drills in preparation for your next adventure, or else drinking.

In this way, a half-day is spent with no sighting of your quarry.  At that point, Olek orders the ship out a little further.  Again you wait and nothing.  Olek, with the help of the Navigator, orders a small search pattern back and forth sweeping a range of entry paths.

After over a day, the lookout spies the ship...

In reply to GM (msg # 121):

Olek rushes up the tower, 'bout damned time... and almost shoves the crewman out of the way to have a look.

Hmmmm, he observes loudly, that's her allright... adrift by the disposition of her: that's why she's so late.

He stands up and offers the periscope to anyone who wants to take a look.

In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 122):

Conrad shrugs and steps up to the eyepiece.

"Lessee..."

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 123):

Without magnification, you can make out a portion of a hull with what appear to be bare masts sticking up out of it.

Under magnification, it is revealed that the masts are not in fact bare, but that the sails have been torn to shreds leaving little to nothing to sail with.  The name of the ship With God's Grace, is clearly visible as you watch the ship float lazily.

You cannot make out anyone on deck, but it would be hard to see them at this range if they weren't scaling the masts or running about openly.  Based on it's motion, it isn't completely adrift... it has a course toward the port, but it isn't moving very quickly.

Uthor follows James, willing to help.

What did you have in mind?

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 125):

"Ship's heading toward the port, but looks severely undermanned, Captain," Conrad says, relinquishing the periscope.  "We could probably board it and capture it or simply tow it somewhere if we acted quickly.  Before it gets within sight of the watch towers, ideally..."

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 125):

In the sick bay James shows you the syringes filled with a viscous deep red solution.

This is the poisoned wine from Alveris' cask.  I have distilled it down to be a theoretical poison.  I am looking to get an arm mount for this if it can shoot the syringes great, if not and it just puts one into my hand then so be it.

*Metagaming moment, I want to make equipping a syringe a free action with this item, ideally it could also shoot needles at my enemies to deliver remotely but I don't know how feasible that would be.  It would be an mounted on a forearm.  If we can make enough for the entire party I would like to do it, if not then just one for myself*

Can you do it?

In reply to James (msg # 127):

Aye, that we could.

Olek takes another long look through the periscope.  For a moment he's lost in thought.

Lt. Commander, order the Red Spring brought into torpedo range and hold there.  Load all tubes and have crews standing by to reload.  Anyone off-rotation is to arm and stand ready for combat.  Then I want YOU in the Comm room.

Olek fishes around inside the breast of his armor and pulls out a small wooden token on a chain.  He snaps it off.

I'll meet you there and we'll contact command to find out our next move.  Maybe we'll finally get some answers.

Olek marches off, confident that his orders will be carried out.  On his way past Conrad he slips something into the officer's hand.

I'll do what I can.  Don't rightly think I can make a shooter, but I bet i could get you a loader together.

Uthor sits down at the workbench and starts to work with the components.  While he gets the spring mechanism working, the loader is too unreliable and as likely to stab the user as not.

[Engineering 3]

Don't think it'll work.  You can try it, but be warned.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 129):

He presses the button and jerks his hand out of the way as the mechanism flies into overdrive and buries a needle halfway into the desk breaking the needle in the process.

He makes a face at the spring mount.

Well once again you've outdone yourself Rothu... maybe we will have a chance to perfect it later.

James gently picks up the homicidal device and puts it into a drawer in the sick bay.  He very gently shuts the drawer... which triggers the mechanism causing a huge bang agains the base of the drawer and causing James to pull his hand away with a yelp.

Uthor and James run up to the deck to find Conrad.

What are we waiting for?  Lets blow the ship to hell and pick up the peices off of the bottom of the ocean.  Cleaner that way.

In reply to James (msg # 130):

Conrad takes a private moment to look at what the Captain pressed into his hand, then places it in a tactical pocket and zippers it shut within.

Activating the PA, he relays the Captain's orders concerning torpedoes and positioning.  Satisfied that all is going according to plan, he then makes his way to the Communications Room.

Along the way, he runs into James and Uthor.

"It's complicated," is all he says in response to James's question.  "I have to meet with the Captain right now but... you heard the announcement, right?  Arm yourself; we have a vessel to capture."

With that, he heads to the Comm Room.
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In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 131):

James shrugs as his death-trap device remains (hopefully) locked safely away in a drawer.  He pats the multiple blood red blades that he has hanging on his belt shoulders his quiver and strings his bow.  Double checking to make sure that all of his syringes are present he says

I'm the most heavily armed medic you are going to meet.  But I still like the idea of sinking the fucker and then picking up what we need off of the ocean floor.  You know I hear capturing vessels is so much easier when the people who want to stop you from capturing it are dead...  I think father may have said that... but not sure.

In reply to James (msg # 132):

Conrad blinks at James for a moment.

"And how did that work out for us aboard the Reach?"

He grins slightly.

"If it's all the same to you, I'd rather sack it THEN sink it, not the other way around."

For real this time, Conrad heads to the Comm. Room.
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In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 133):

There could be lasses on that ship under duress and in need of rescue at the handsome hands of Alveris Alderis, Tantric Troubadour!

Besides..there's something I'm looking for on that ship, and aren't you more than a little suspicious that the ship that got a unified mission of the Gnomish Command Fey Council together has now just stumbled into port completely useless and adrift?

You're right. I'm overthinking it.

Let's go kill some shit!

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 134):

Its not really all the same to me.  One way I put myself in danger.. the other has signficantly less. *he turns to Alveris* suspicious yes... Do my suspicions matter if we blow it up?  No.

He shrugs.

I'll be in the back of the party.  Just don't make me do anything... stupid.
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I'm with the C'mmander on this one.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 136):

The entourage reaches the (once again locked) door to the code room.

In reply to GM (msg # 137):

Conrad glances at the door for a moment, then at the people surrounding him.

"I'm afraid I have a rather boring meeting to attend -- First Mate duties, you understand.  I'll meet up with you afterward to discuss whatever brilliant boarding plans I'm sure you'll come up with while I'm gone."

He withdraws a key, opens the Comm Room as thinly as possible, slips inside, and closes it again -- sealing it behind him.

OOC: Held Action: Conrad will attempt to physically prevent anyone who tries to enter the room from doing so.
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In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 138):

Alveris attempts to follow

"Aren't I the communication officer of this sub?"

[Sense Motive 2]

"Whatever, it's probably a boring meeting anyway. Ultron, you got any experience planning a boarding party? I mean, I do, but it's probably not applicable to this scenario unless vixens are involved, and you mean boarding in the much more literal sense"

Uthor scratches his beard for a moment, then responds, Nope, can't say that I do.

He then pulls James aside, whispering, What do you know about that poision?  And let me get a couple vials of it.  We'll need all the firepower we can get, I expect.
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In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 140):

He whispers back

I don't know much... but let me put it to you this way, One sip of the wine put Alveris on his ass for 6 hours, These small vials that I have are equivalent to almost 2 full glasses.  I don't know if it will just knock them out or kill them... we'll have to see.  Unfortunately I didn't have any ready volunteers.

He looks up to see Conrad barring the door to the communications room.

Looks like were not welcome, if you want to come to the infirmary I have as much of the poison as you could want.

If Uthor acquiesces we will proceed to the infirmary

I've got to take care of a couple things first.  Grab three or four extra vials for me though.  I'll come get them from you when we get ready to move.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 142):

To Uthor

Not a problem. 

To Alveris

I bet its our favorite duo on the other end of that mirror... we should probably be in there.

James will allow Alveris to make the first point he will dovetail on what his recommendation is.  If Alveris barges in James will barge right behind him.

In reply to James (msg # 143):

The door to the Communications Room slams shut in your collective noses.  You can hear it lock from the other side.

All over the sub, Gnomes are rushing about with equipment and weapons.

In reply to GM (msg # 144):

James pulls some tools out of his medicine pouch.

I got this he says confidently to Alveris.

He quickly slides a piece of metal into the lock; takes another one slides it over the original, rakes it back and forth a few times and promptly gets it stuck in the lock (lockpicking 1).

Damnit.  I'm out of ideas.

You fellas get ready for the invasion.  I'll see what I can do here.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 146):

Uthor peers at the lock mechanism and is about to take out his own tools when he realizes that, whatever James did, the lock mechanism looks to be totally jammed.

In all likelihood, it cannot be opened from either side right now...

In reply to GM (msg # 147):

James shrugs.

Alveris lets go get a drink.  If we can't get in at least he can't get out.  Screw him.

Barring any bright ideas from Alveris he will go to the mess.

In reply to James (msg # 148):

Jamie, there are times I feel like I've begun to make a positive impression on you, and there are times I feel like I just have failed to impart my wisdom. This is obviously one of the latter.

Alveris nonchalantly removes his lockpicks, counts to 10, and then begins making love to the door locking mechanism.

[Lockpick 11]

Defying any reasonable expectation, the door sighs weakly as it gives way to the deft touch of the Tantric Troubadour.

Do I seem like the sort of asshole who is stopped by a locked door?



Alveris opens the door.

Shall we?

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 149):

*Blink Blink*

Walks in silently behind Alveris.

In reply to James (msg # 150):

As alveris grasps the wheel and pulls the door open, there is a loud jangling sound from deep within the lock mechanism.  Thereupon, the entire thing, latch, pins, barrels, hasps and all, spills out of the door and crashes to the deck.  Needless to say, this is a hatch that no longer locks.

Olek and Conrad are startled by the door opening and the subsequent crashing.

As James, Alveris and Uthor step in, you can see that Olek and Conrad are talking to some people in the mirror, two Gnomish officers, General Aurvon, and an absolutely stunning female Fey who grasps her long and thick champagne flute with a deftness that belays she knows what to do with such a shape.
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In reply to GM (msg # 151):

"Who the blazes are those people?" one of the officers asks?

General Rhaveen raises a perfect eyebrow to blend distain with interest.  The lady Fey smiles slightly and carefully undresses each new entrant with her eyes.

In reply to GM (msg # 152):

Door's broken.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 153):

James steps into the room and makes a highly formal bow to the lady,

Hello milady.

and a slightly less formal one to the general, looking directly at him

Hello Father.

With a flourish he turns to the gnomish dignitaries,

You'll have to accept my apologies there appeared to be a problem with the door and we had to... *with a slight smile at Alveris* take extraordinary measures to make sure we did not miss out on this important meeting.

With a flourish

Prince Rhaveen Blackwood, son of Aurvon Blackwood... at your service.

With that he drives a quick elbow into the ribs of Conrad and smirks.

In reply to James (msg # 154):

Conrad clears his throat, nods at Olek, and continues where he left off before the door came down.

"Nothing to add, sirs, other than the fact that the Reach didn't just sink.  It looked somewhat like an inside job, though probably not by the same people who organized our own traitor situation.  The traitor we captured was related to an effort to extract certain Artifacts recovered from the Reach.  If they had been involved in scuttling the Reach, they could have just taken them at that point."

Having finished, he narrows his eyes at James and lowers his voice to a very soft whisper.

"This is perhaps the last place on Earth you'd want to be brought to your knees by a gnome.  These are Imperial Overcaptains.  You will not show me further disrespect."

He raises his voice again and smiles.

"It would seem that the preliminary plans we asked for have been completed more quickly than anticipated, allowing our friends to join us.  I'm sure they would be pleased to share them presently.  I, for one, am eager to see what stroke of brilliance so motivated them to finish their careful task in mere minutes."

Conrad nods at James and Alveris in turn, then folds his arms across his chest.
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In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 155):

Does the artist plan for a warm sunny day, or is he struck by the sunrise on happenstance, leading to his masterpiece? Leave it to a gnome to not understand art in its more beautiful forms.

There are some things in life you just can't prepare for, and I am a firm believer murder and life endangering activities are among them. As the Lady Galeena can tell you, I do my best work on more of a "spur of the moment" basis.

Kidding aside, Commander Conrad has twice saved my life and lives of this entire crew, even if he did break his promise about letting me skin a gremlin. His sound decision making, in tandem with my rafish good looks, in the moment creative problem solving, and general practicality will be more than formidable enough to deal with a few humans and a couple changelings.

What could POSSIBLY go wrong?

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 156):

"Changeling?" the OverCaptain splutters, "what have THEY got to do with this?"  The question seems aimed as much at General Aurvon and Lady Galeena as it is at you.

"It seems evident," the Marshall muses, "that there is more than one... force at work here.  Though a traitor and without honor, ex-Commander Schtock would have no reason to sink the Reach and kill her crew if he could have merely stolen it or gotten away with the artifacts... nor would he have employed such a thing as a Gremlin."

True, good sirs; plots, complex machinations and foresight are more OUR realm than yours, I agree. She casts a faint smirk at Alveris.  With such as the Deceiver of the Deepwood aboard, one can reasonably expect all manner of murder to be attempted: in proportion with the number of people who would reasonably want to kill you.

"Be that as it may," General Blackwood cuts her off with a swift slashing motion of his hand.  "This is all secondary to your true purpose.  You have found the human ship?  Burn what's above water, sink the ashes and then burn your charts of the area for good measure."

"General," the OverCaptain hisses, "and I use that title as a formality, not a courtesy.... the Red Spring, her weapons and crew our mine to command.  Your Fey lackies can burn whatever they please of their own property, but Captain Olek WILL board the ship and seize the artifacts there.  These shall then be returned to our protection."

Lady Galeena's small smirk has blossomed into a beautifully sinful smile that would melt the knees of any mortal man but send any woodland creature that wanted to keep its skin running.  I say let them board the ship, what's the harm in that, General?  Once they've had a look around they can commend it down to the bottom of the sea.

In reply to GM (msg # 157):

Ugh, Galeena. You know it makes my heart and genitals flutter when you address me with such formalities. I'm touched to know you remember one of my many titles- I feel the exact same about your breasts.

Of course there's Changelings and other Fey intrigue involved we haven't told you about. Have you told us everything you know about this ship? Shit OverCaptain, one would think you've never been to court or dealt with the bureaucracy of politics before. The intrigue, variability, deceit, and general application of lies, in congruence with the high likelihood of death (preferably not ours) is what makes this so much fun!

I'm getting bloodlust horny just thinking about it! Let's go board a ship and skin some pirates!

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 158):

"Are they actually pirates?" Conrad ventures, speaking with less hesitation after every word.  "The human ship, I mean.  Are we declaring war here, or is this a clandestine operation?"

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 159):

Have to be survivors to report on what happened to the ship to be declared an act of war. Otherwise, it's just another vessel lost at sea.

You do the planning- Alveris Alderis will do the driving when get to the tactical applications of truth, mistruth, and skinning. They're much more in my wheelhouse.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 160):

Galeena nods and leans toward Alveris slightly And like my breasts, Alveris, this mission requires both a firm hand and a skilled follow through.  It would be a shame if anything of importance were overlooked.  She mouths a word but you aren't able to get past the distraction of her tongue moving against her lips to make it out.


The Fey General ignores her and focuses his gaze at his son.  "Gnomish military tomfoolery aside, you WILL make sure that nothing on that ship is allowed loose in the world, is that clear?"  The daggers he stares are tipped with venom but lacquered with a glitter of hope for his progeny.

All this time, the two Gnomes have been wispering to one another.  They now turn to face you.

"Board the ship and retrieve the artifact,"  the OverCaptain repeats, "I don't care who is aboard, but if you get a sense that any of them knows too much, or intends to follow up on what they found, they are not to leave with their lives.  As the Fey said, just another lost vessel."

The Marshall nods gravely.  "Keep a sharp eye out, and make sure to take note of any documentation the Humans may have from their journeys."


"In fact," the OverCaptain continues, "I would go so far as to say consult order 51B7 in the event you do find anything."

In reply to GM (msg # 161):

Olek nods though his eyebrow has been raised since the start of the conversation.

Acknowledged.  If you have no further orders, we'll get right to it?

Seeing nothing more, Olek waves his wooden token over the mirror and the image fades.

He turns toward the group.

Well, that's it then.  Lt. Commander, prepare a boarding party and get over to that ship.  I will get myself to the bridge and prepare for the worst.

In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 162):

What the hell is the artifact they mentioned?  I mean artifact is kind of a vague term... it could be anything from a side of bacon to Alveris' magical panties.

In reply to James (msg # 163):

"We'll know it when we see it," Conrad says, favoring Olek with a crisp salute and turning to leave. "Gather your things, Uthor -- you're coming with me in case there are more Jeeves-like artifacts aboard.  I presume the fey are coming, and I'd like to bring Modi and Magni along, as well.  They've proven themselves quite good in a fight.  I want to be topside within the hour, so let's move it."

After a short trip down to see Colm, the Quartermaster, to top off his ammo stores, Conrad heads to the mustering area, joined by Modi and Magni.

"The others should be arriving shortly," he explains.  "But in the meantime, double-check your kit."

OOC: This of course assumes we bothered to pick Modi and Magni up after we got the sub running again, but I don't see any reason why we wouldn't do that unless they were somehow killed during the ascent.

OOC #2: Ideally, I would like Modi and Magni outfitted in Special Ops armor and carbines plus a grenade each from our cache (we retrieved enough from the Reach, didn't we?) in addition to their basic axe & pistol setup.  If Colm has anything interesting to add to our arsenal, I'd be happy to talk more about that, too... :)
This message was last edited by the player at 16:03, Fri 03 Jan 2014.

Uthor outfits himself with a handaxe, repair tools, a flashlight, and a few vials of the poison James concocted.  He briefly accounts for Jeeves' cartridge array, arming the AutoGnome with a repeater and slipping a spare one into one of its compartments, ready for use after the first one fires.  He slides a handaxe into Jeeves' other belt compartment.


He returns to meet Conrad, AutoGnome following behind with the Attack cartridge loaded.

Jeeves, stay here until I order you to come.  Don't attack anyone until I give the word.

C'mmander, ready for orders!

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 165):

There is a rumbling and then the ship is still again.  An announcement comes over the comms:

"The Red Spring has surfaced and we are in range of the ship.  Torpedo tubes loaded and ready."

Magnus and Modi hop to and grab their new gear then race to the tower.

In reply to GM (msg # 166):

In the moments before the ship surfaces James runs into his quarters and pulls a small hand mirror from his luggage, he stashes it in his healing pouch which now contains 8 syringes of the poison, he passes off several to Uthor as well.  James has as mentioned previously a knife, rapier, axe, and his quiver of arrows.  All of the edges glisten wetly blood red with the poison that (While not ground on) was certainly baked on in the case of his weapons.

His bow is unslung at the moment and he will take his position in the back of the party.  He fiddles with his bow attaching the string and putting it over his shoulder.
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In reply to James (msg # 167):

I'm sorry, I was still pretty mystified by Galeena's rack- that happens EVERY time. In between her buxom taunts, she did make mention of a certain object which, in addition to the secret reason we're here, literally changes everything. If what she has intimated is truly on board, there is nothing that will stop me from actually and truthfully supporting this mission.

I know I'm not always the most trustworthy, but if the artifact is what Galeena's jugs intimated it is, I could FINALLY strike a blow against that Fuckwad Puck.

The Tantric Troubadour looks more stern and prepared than you have ever seen previously, with a look of actual resolution and focus adoring his face.

Jamie, is there any chance I can get a few of these syringes outfitted as just throwing daggers/throwing syringes? The extra ammo could come in handy in the event of hostile resistance.

If half the artifacts and items of import are on this ship that we think there are, I expect everything between the full magic of the Fey Court, might of the Imperial Gnomish Command, and downright "no fucking idea stupidity" of the humans to be opposing us.

Just the kind of long odds Alveris Alderis loves.

Heh. Long.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 168):

When everyone appears to be ready, Conrad climbs the tower and prepares to open the hatch.

"Standby," he orders the gnomes under his command.  "Weapons ready, shoot to incapacitate unless our targets appear hostile. We'll have two crewmen set up the PAG cannon to cover us from the hatch once we depart -- just in case."

Slinging his repeater carbine into its ready position and adjusting his power axe to be easily accessible, he flings open the hatch and leaps onto the deck of the enemy vessel, confident the others will follow suit.

OOC: If there are any people aboard the ship that are visible from the tower, I will instead attempt to parlay with them from the top of the sub.

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 169):

OOC- If there are any people visible, I will immediately attempt to parlay before Conrad.

Uthor follows the Commander, taking no aggressive or diplomatic action until warranted by the circumstances.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 171):

James does the best he can giving alveris as many syringes as he can while keeping some on hand in case of an actual medical need.

Not sure how much I can do for throwing syringes unless anyone has a bright idea, that I don't know about.

James remains behind Uthor, his bow strung an arrow knocked keeps himself under as much cover as possible prepared to duck back in case of trouble.  He doesn't much care for the parlay if there is one.

In reply to James (msg # 172):

You climb up into the tower.  As you then climb up onto the observation platform, you are greeted not by glorious sunlight and fresh air, but early dusk and the smell of death.

The water is not overly choppy, but even so it is not possible to maneuver the tower close enough to simply jump across to the Human ship without risk of smashing into it.  Instead you are left with fifty or so feet of ocean to swim or row across (there is a small boat lashed to the top deck of the Spring).

From where you stand, you can see that the ship's sails are mostly up, but badly torn from wind and neglect.  The ship is a low wide galleon with a broad open deck.  In the middle is an enormous wooden hatch leading into the hold (for cargo).  At the fore and aft, a second higher deck is formed by what must be the captain's quarters at fore, and crew or mess in the aft.

From your high vantage point, you can see down onto the decks.  At the port side (you are off the starboard side) is a large pile of corpses.  The decks are covered in dried blood and scuff marks, though all debris and equipment seem to have been removed.

Apart from the huge loading hatch mid deck, there are also dark doors leading into the rooms fore and aft.

In reply to GM (msg # 173):

Someone ALWAYS beats me to the murder.

That pile of corpses is probably an indicator we aren't the first on the scene. I don't know- I'm not a doctor.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 174):

I am a doctor... and yes I'd say someone was already here.  Can we get back to my plan of smashing it to bits now?

The question that I'm not too keen on knowing is how did the ship get to where its supposed to be if everyone is dead... meaning that at least one person is likely alive... meaning Alveris still has a shot at some murder.

In reply to James (msg # 175):

Conrad surveys the carnage grimly, keeping his carbine at the ready.  Modi and Magni flank him on either side, similarly equipped, and he turns to see if the PAG is being assembled by other crew members on the surfaced sub's tower.

Taking comfort in the cover the gadget provides, he turns to regard the boarding party under his nominal command.

"Someone's been here, but how long ago?  We need to find out who the bodies used to be, what happened to them, and how long they've been there.  Most pirates would dump 'em overboard, as would fellow crew members."

He unlashes the rowboat from the tower and hops in, along with anyone else who is ready to make the journey to the ship.

"Let's get started."

OOC: If there are no objections or interruptions, Conrad will row the party to the ship and attempt to board from the nearest side.

Uthor nods, readying his handaxe, and boards the boat with Conrad.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 177):

Magnis and Modi assist in setting up the G-PAG on the deck of the Red Spring.  Two Gnomes are then assigned to operate it. There is a clear line of fire to the deck of the Human vessel, though the sides would provide some cover to those who are not standing.

Magnis and Modi then help Conrad unshieth the rowboat and break out the paddles.

In reply to GM (msg # 178):

James sighs heavily and slinks from the door where he had been hiding into the boat boat trying to get any cover available and hide from anyone on the ship. (stealth 5)

In reply to James (msg # 179):

Alveris boards the rowboat, the girls faithfully strapped to his hips and James' syringes displayed prominently in a bandolier adorning what appears to be a freshly pressed deep sea blue Tactileneck (because Alveris).

"I'll be honest Connie, I've got a legitimately bad feeling about this. The relic Galeena mentioned to me is something the Fey would kill for, to say nothing of the moronic humans, who likely have no idea of its importance as it has no magical properties or powers. Like so many items of import to the Fey court, the meaning is in the symbolism, and not the magic. I don't know what you Gnomes think is on board, but it might be time to lay our cards on the table.

Temporary information truce?"

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 180):

Conrad blinks, nodding warily.

"Far enough, Alveris.  Tell me what you're expecting, and I'll tell you what I'm expecting."

He grins slightly.

"Like proper allies."

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 181):

Oh I have no fucking idea what I'm expecting. I have strong reason to believe changelings are prominently involved, which is NEVER good, and that Titania's Chalice may be involved, which I would literally kill all of you for, because it's one of the handful of items in existence which would actually allow me to 1 Up that fuckwad Puck.

The Chalice has no magical powers whatsoever, and is important only for its symbolism and recongition in the court. The question remains, why the humans want it, what the fuck they think it does, and why Gnomish Command would give any fucks about it. What the hell do you all think is on board?

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 182):

"There's a gnomish artifact aboard that we're to retrieve, after which the ship will be sunk.  Provided what you want isn't a gnomish artifact, I presume we can all walk away from this happy."

He pauses for a moment.

"What do I need to know about Changelings?  I've never fought one before."

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 183):

They're certainly not a repressed slave race the Fey tricked generations ago into entering a binding social contract to serve at their beck and call and to be the continuous catspaw in their machinations, and they certainly can't transfigure their entire appearance and are most certainly not anthro/polymorphic assassins.

So there's that!
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In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 184):

Magnus shudders and clutches his carbine closer.

"Changelings... now there's something'll give ya cold sweats at night!"

Modi only nods.  Now that everyone is loaded into the boat he shoves you off into the rapidly darkening waters.

The waves are small but choppy, and rock the boat in a quick rhythm.  Magnus and Modi grab an oar each and begin to row while the rest of you chat.

The galleon looms closer and the fading sunlight does little to lighten the tone of death and decay.  Oddly, though the stench of corpses is strong, there do not appear to be any signs of scavengers.  No seagulls overhead, no sounds of flies or fins of fish.

You fall into the shadow of the great silent ship and with a bump the rowboat stops against its ancient wood.  Magnus ties the boat quickly to some dangling rigging and secures it as best he can.  It is a good ten-foot climb up the side of the ship to get aboard, but there are plenty of barnacles, portholes, ropes and such to climb (difficulty 4).

Against the darkening sky behind you, you can just make out the tower of the Red Spring rising above the waves.  Two Gnomes cover you with the G-PAG from there but somehow they feel miles away.

In reply to GM (msg # 185):

Oh and Connie... one of those gnomish generals we were talking to....

He pauses for effect

Changeling.

As far as fighting them... they are subservient to a fault; until they aren't.  We put down petty rebellions all the time, they are usually unorganized and fall apart quickly.  The changelings actually being organized by gnomes or another race?  Thats a scary thought.

James lets the others board the boat first.

Calll back if its clear I have feeling your going to need me... unsoiled up there.

James will wait for the all clear and nimbly leap up the boat Legolas style (Str/Agi 10).
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In reply to James (msg # 186):

"What?!" Magnus yelps, dropping his carbine, fortunately into the bottom of the boat.

In reply to GM (msg # 187):

Conrad glares at Magni, who turns beet-red and retrieves his weapon.

"He's a fey. This is how they amuse themselves. Don't rise to the bait."

He looks up at the ship and grabs a sturdy looking barnacle, then pauses and turns back to Alveris.

"They... change shape?  Into, say, a pile of corpses?"

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 188):

James looks Conrad in the face and says slowly and deliberately

I am as certain that one of the overcaptains is a changeling as I am certain that Alveris is sitting uncomfortably close to me.

*he pauses a minute to demonstrate his lack of pain*

As much as I would love to be doing this to screw with you... I saw the overcaptain make a hand gesture in the mirror that only a changeling can do.  I mean that it is physically impossible unless I break your fingers for you to make this hand gesture.

So either your gnomish overcaptain is stupdendously double jointed and missed a lucrative career in the circus... or hes a changeling.

As far as turning into a pile of corpses... sure they could.  However it would be a generic pile of corpses, they can't become a specific pile of corpses... that would be silly.

He pauses a second and sniffs the air

You know Connie... we should have the lads on the ship shoot up the corpses for good measure.  I don't smell anything dead and there is someone or something piloting this ship.

He stands up and yells back to the sub

SHOOT THE CORPSES!!!  LETS SEE HOW THEY REACT! and then promptly ducks behind Alveris.
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My gramma used to tell us stories of them... people.  Wasn't rightly sure they were real, to tell you the truth.

Do we need to waste ammo shootin' up the corpses though?  Just blast 'em if they move.


Uthor looks visibly uncomfortable at the thought that these childhood phantoms could be real.  After a moment, he steels himself.

I can't climb worth a lick.  Can any of you?  Whoever can should carry a rope up and help the rest of us.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 190):

"If they move, they die," Conrad nods.  "We don't want the PAG reloading or empty or distracted if another threat shows itself while we're jumping at shadows."

He pauses, lost in thought.

"Which one was it, James?  That's a very serious accusation, especially if they only do the the Fey tell them to do.  Is there any way to be sure?"

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 191):

It was the short one he says with a wink Conrad scowls at him and he continues

... the Marshall.

Like I said they are subservient until they aren't... are they doing what the fey court tells them?  *shrugs*  maybe.  Maybe not.  There was no significance to the gesture... the changeling equivalent of a dog licking its nuts.

I haven't climbed a damn thing since I was a child in the wandering woods.  Do we have anything on the ship to help us climb?

He looks around and laughs...

The intrepid heroes... a boatload of fools bravely striking forth only to have to turn around... defeated by an inanimate wall.  You know I really hope that is not a pile of dead changelings up there because we are going to look remarkably stupid rowing back to the sub and then back to the boat.

Maybe if we yell at them they will throw us a rope?

Throw a rope...

Alveris can throw pretty well.  Have we got a grapplin' hook or something like that in the sub?

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 193):

.... and you soon return in the boat to the Human ship with some rope and a makeshift grappling hook bent together by Sven.

The approach is no less ominous and the skies have darkened fully.  Uthor, cleverly, remembered to bring his flashlight.

Once again, your boat is tied off and you are ready to board...

In reply to GM (msg # 194):

Having explained the dangers posed by the pile of corpses to the gunners upon the return trip, Conrad feels more confident this time around -- though a bit embarrassed, as well.

"Once more, with feeling," Conrad says, nodding toward Alveris and the rope.  "Whenever you're ready."
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In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 195):

mutters

if he misses I think I may piss myself laughing.

In reply to James (msg # 196):

Alveris lets out a delighted sigh.

God I love the smell of intrigue and corpses in the morning.

Alveris handily takes the makeshift grappling hook, and deftly tosses it up and onto the ship, easily latching securely and snugly onto the ships whatever.

[Throwing 10]

So, who's carrying me up?

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 197):

Conrad gives the rope a hefty tug, then stows his carbine for the climb.  Affixing the rope to his armor's harness, he motions for Modi and Magni to begin.

[Climb (Modi): 1]
[Climb (Magni): 7]

Modi barely leaves the ground before his grip fails him, and tumbles back into the boat in an undignified heap that nearly capsizes the vessel.  Magni, however, deftly scales the hull and reaches the top.

"Focus," Conrad hisses at Modi, who nods and leaps toward the rope to try again.

[Climb (Modi): 1]

Unfortunately, the gnome misses his mark entirely, and plunges into the inky darkness of the ocean.

"Fish him out!" Conrad says to Uthor.  "Then the rest of you can either head up or anchor me and let Magni and I help haul you over the edge.  Either way, Modi's not getting another chance without more help."

OOC: I'm not actually sure what happens with the first or even the second 1, but this was funny in my head.  It's not really a critical fail if there's only 1 die, right?  Anyway, if possible, I'll haul him up but not allow him to try again.

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 198):

James Grabs Modi out of the water and hauls him into the boat

Come on dumbass its just a rope. Connie is it safe up there?


James waits for the response from Conrad and then decides to eschew the rope leaping like a cat from barnacle to barnacle he gets to the top of the ship and dismounts with a flourish (Climbing 11)

In reply to James (msg # 199):

As James joins Magni at the top, Conrad pauses to consider those remaining in the boat: Uthor, Jeeves, and a soaking-wet Modi.

"I'll go next, to help haul you all topside.  Let Jeeves anchor the rope, and we'll haul him up last."

He fastens the boat to the hull of the ship as best he can using a dagger and the vessel's mooring rope.

With that, he hoists himself up, arm over arm.  He doesn't get far, however, and tumbles back into the boat during two intensely clumsy false starts that return a smile to Modi's features.  Still, since he's clamped to the rope and the rope's clamped to Jeeves's sturdy frame, he avoids a dip in the unforgiving ocean.

[Climb: 2]
[Climb: 2]

The third time's the charm, and Conrad finally manages to join James and Magni at the top.

[Climb: 4]

"Spending more time on ropes when we're back at an Imperial compound with a proper gym," he huffs, wiping sweat from his brow.  "That was much harder than I expected."

Magni and Conrad turn to focus on hauling the others up, leaving James to watch their backs.
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After Conrad has successfully cleared the edge of the ship, Uthor takes hold of the rope.  He shimmies up a few feet before losing his grip and sliding nearly to the end of the rope.

[Climb 2</Greem>]

Gritting his teeth, he starts his plodding, methodical climb.  Hand over hand, he slowly ascends until he scrambles up onto the deck beside James and the other gnomes.

[Climb <Green>5]

Panting, he finds his feet and composes himself.

C'mmander, do we know exactly what this artifact is that we're lookin' for?

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 201):

Modi makes a third effort, and manages to join the boarding party.

[Climb: 4]

Conrad then strains and heaves on the rope, hauling Jeeves aboard over the next minute or so.

[Strength: 6]
[Strength: 8]

Satisfied, he draws his carbine and looks around.

[Notice: 6]

"We'll know it when we see it," he says quietly.  "Let's take this slowly.  I don't want us to accidentally kill anyone who could help us learn more."
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In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 202):

Alveris begins climbing gingerly, looking somewhat adept as he begins making his way up the rope

[Climb 3]

Before reaching the top of the ships rails, launching himself over the top, and doing a combat tumble complete with mid air flip before deftly landing on his feet, knives drawn.

[Climb 11]

"Did you say kill someone?"

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 203):

However you reach the deck (by rope, by climbing the rigging or by amazing finesse) you are greeted by an empty deck save the aforementioned pile of corpses.

Now that you are aboard, you can see that the ship, though she has some years to her, has been kept in immaculate condition.  The decks are even, there are no knotholes or gaps, the wooden inlay is maintained and painted.  Apart from the dried blud smeared everywhere and the torn sails, she is in amazing shape.

The upper deck has been emptied of equipment and cargo.  At the center is a large heavy cargo hatch, and to your left and right are raised fore and aft decks with doors leading in and ladders leading to their tops.  The ship has two masts, one at the fore deck and one at aft.  Along the rails on each side are oil lanterns (unlit but you may light them if you have the means).

The sun is nearly set.  It isn't completely dark but it will be soon.  Uthor plays his flashlight carefully over the ship as your footsteps creak loudly.

Apart from the pile of bodies, there's nothing here.

(The main deck is roughly 15 units wide and 45 long).

In reply to GM (msg # 204):

James lurks at the back of the company and keeps a sharp eye on everything (notice 8) he tries to hunker down behind the party to get some semblance of cover to no avail (stealth 2)

In reply to James (msg # 205):

Conrad activates his own flashlight and snaps it to one of his armor's many buckles.  Modi and Magni do the same, the trio of beams joining in Uthor's effort to dispel the imminent darkness.

"Let's get to work," he says, taking a point position.  "Sweep and secure this deck.  We'll work top-to-bottom, leaving nothing unchecked. And put a move on it; I want to be in and out before the night settles in completely."

Conrad levels his carbine at the pile of corpses, flanked by Modi and Magni (who stand a few paces behind him, weapons likewise drawn).

"First things first.  Cover me."

He walks slowly over to the heap of bodies.  When nothing untoward happens during his approach, he pokes at the outermost body in the stack with his boot.
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In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 206):

The combined light of your flashlights pushes back some of the shadows, but does nothing to stave off the feeling of gloom and dread that permeates the bloodsoaked ship.

Conrad pokes at the pile of corpses and receives no response.  However, upon closer inspection, it appears that some of the bodies are not 'corpses' at all.  Shallow breathing and rasping noises come from this or that Human.

The pile shifts slightly, and one of the 'bodies' rolls out from under a companion.  A young man's face glances up at you, one eye swollen shut and blood soaking through his tunic all over his body.

Weakly, he looks up at you and tries to make sense of what he sees.

"Fey.... Gnomes.... I..."  He pauses to cough, but it is weak and he nearly chokes to death, making gurgling drowning noises.

"When..." he begins again, "I cannot sail the Alabaster Sea now for the storms."

In reply to GM (msg # 207):

"Of course you can't," Conrad responds, almost automatically. "The Alabaster Sea is calm only in midwinter."

He keeps his weapon ready, but lowers it slightly.

"My name is Lt. Commander Conrad Deepsavior, and I claim this ship in the Emperor's name."

He glances at the survivors, debating whether to pull them out just yet.

We have a job to do, and these humans are not worth the gnomish lives under my command.  In and out.

Conrad stomps closer to the speaker, his eyes as cold and hard as the steel he carries.

"Cooperate," he advises the young, battered sailor.  "And you will receive the medical care you clearly require."

"Who are you, what happened here, who did this to you, when did they do it, and are they still aboard?"
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In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 208):

James looks at the pile of survivors disbelieving his eyes...

That has got to be the most vile things I have ever seen.

He bites his lip

Connie, I think he may need medical attention in order to cooperate.

James runs up and does some basic stablizing on the young man to keep him from dying through the effort of talking (heal 6 to stabilize).

In reply to James (msg # 209):

The man nods when Conrad replies with the proper passphrase, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down quickly.  He closes his good eye and seems to fade away for a moment, ignoring the next few things said to him.

In the harsh contrast of your flashlights, the man's face seems to... blur.  His nose melts away and squishes into his face, his hair vanishes and his mouth loses definition.

Soon the Human face is gone, and you are looking at the bland washed-out features of a Changeling.

"I... prayed someone would make it... held out as long as I could... they... tried to kill me but I hid in case fellow Resistance showed up..."
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In reply to GM (msg # 210):

Conrad blinks.  Maybe it's the adrenaline pumping through his veins, or perhaps it's the passionate fire to succeed burning through his veins, but his mind spins into action with uncharacteristic speed.

"... and it is well that you did.  We're here now.  Fill me in on what happened; our intelligence on the specifics is less complete than our superiors would like."

He turns toward James, who came rushing up just as the transformation began to take place, and gives him a warning look.

"Help him, if you can.  You know how important this information is."

Modi and Magni take a moment absorb what has happened, then do their best to continue the deception as well.
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Mind your words changeling, you are in mixed company.

Surprisingly stern words from the documented whimsy that is the hallmark of Alveris Alderis, followed by uproarious laughter.

I'm just screwing with you. I am Alveris Alderis, favored of the Fey Court, Tantric Troubadour, Herald of the Half Truth, and Notary Public. Who attacked this vessel, and why were you impersonating a human in defiance of the obligations of "the contract"?
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Uthor approaches slowly, recoiling a bit as the changeling's features start to muddle.  He looks uneasy, as if his lunch might return at any moment.  The feeling comes a little from seeing the grotesque transformation but mostly from seeing another creature suffer so much, regardless of race.

This is the shadow from Gran's stories? he mutters under his breath.

He kneels gingerly at the head of the fallen creature, looking up at James and Conrad.  Uthor willingly helps James, handing him supplies as he requests them.

[OOC: No roll since James already succeeded.]

Not wanting to interfere with Conrad's carefully planned interrogation, he says nothing further.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 213):

"I... I don't understand..."

James and Uthor help the Changeling get into a more comfortable position.  However, apart from that there is little that can be done.  The creature is bleeding out and will die shortly.  The Changeling seems to sense this, but doesn't appear concerned.  Rather his confusion comes from you.

He first looks at Conrad, then Alveris.

"You.... Alveris, Sir, you're a sympathizer?"

~~CROSSROADS~~

In reply to GM (msg # 214):

Seeing that Alveris has handily destroyed the confidence he had built up with what had been a cooperating captive, Conrad decides to wait for the fey to speak before doing so himself.

Uthor follows the Commander's lead, already out of his depth here.

Just because you were born a Fey doesn't mean you were born privileged or respected. I've been raped, tortured, abandoned, framed for murder, committed murder, poisoned, lied to, and deceived, and that was just the last fucking week before I joined this rag tag crew.

I'm not one for any kind of slavery, unless it's sexual, and never if it's forced. A willing submissive, sure. But a forced submissive? Why not just admit you're a rapist.

Truth be told, I could and do give zero fucks about your plight, changeling. But I know the court does, and I know helping you would piss them off to no end. And here, our divergent objectives have reached a mutually agreeable crossroads.

I'm all about pissing off the court and not doing what I'm told. It's basically my entire role here.

You know we Fey can't lie, so take this for what it's worth.

I don't intend to hurt you as an immediate business need, and I'm not outright opposed to helping you. But only if you're honest, and you're clear about how this whole situation has the potential to benefit me, and whatever, I guess the gnomes to, who have been pretty on the up and up about tolerating my bullshit and surviving some pretty sticky situations.

Looking incredulously toward his comrades

"What? I'm pragmatic about things."

[Persuasion 12]

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 217):

The Changeling takes a while to process all of this, his small beady eyes flicking from Conrad to Alveris rapidly and back again.

"I.... I suppose we need to take help wherever we can get it..." He seems to be asking Conrad, who only shrugs in acknowledgement.

"My... mission was to infiltrate the Templar and follow them as they sought artifacts of power.... As I reported months ago, one of the missions, this one in particular, would be to an island that had potential to be the resting place of The Addendum."

The Changeling pauses to cough but you also notice a slight warmth or calm pass over his face when he says those words.

"It will free us... it will... but we had to find it before the Court and Oberon's agents... So when I learned of a Templar mission to an island matching the description of the place where the Addendum was being held... I went along."

Blood is seeping out of the creature's side even faster now.  James does what he can to slow the flow.

"Nevermind me, you MUST get to the island we came from.  I couldn't get my hands on anything but a copy... and a crude one... that will never help us, we need the original..."

In reply to GM (msg # 218):

So many questions, so little time.

"You've served well," Conrad says aloud.  "Are the maps and bearings still aboard? Just 'Yes' or 'No,' we'll take it from there.  Save your strength for this: How you were discovered and left in this... condition."

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 219):

The Changeling looks a little miffed.

"The map... was already sent... did you not receive it?  Ah... but if you had the pass-phrase then it got through to SOMEONE, very good.  If you don't have the bearings... they should be in the ship's log.... but the island is... I don't know that it's safe.  The Templars left a small contingent there to guard the rest of the artifacts they left behind they..."

A wave of pain wracks the poor creature.  A hundred expressions and indeed other faces flicker over his own blank one.  He seems to pass out for a moment, then swims to consciousness.

"They didn't leave enough alone... the island... it was CHOSEN to protect the Addendum because... because HE was left there long ago... the fucking stupid Humans!"

He coughs violently but it doesn't seem to help much.

"That's what they went for... for HIM or what's left... they brought back a piece and it... thought it can be used as a weapon and... went mad..."

He rolls off into oblivion again.  He still breathes, though uneasily.  It's possible he'll come to again, but that might have to wait, for you're sure you hear footsteps coming from the Fore end of the ship...
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Uthor reaches down, gingerly, sliding one hand behind the changeling's head and placing the other along his neck, checking the pulse.  He shrinks back right before making contact.  This gesture is as much a way for him to confirm that this is all real as it is a way to comfort the dying.

After a couple of seconds, he lays the creature's head back to the deck.  He rises, and the flashlight beam coming from his shoulder rises with him, pointing to the source of the oncoming sound.
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In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 221):

James keeps trying to stop the bleeding and keep the changeling alive as best he can (heal 6).  When he takes a break from applying CPR and hears the footsteps he retrieves his bow an knocks an arrow.

In reply to James (msg # 222):

The footsteps grow louder, but are slow and plodding enough that you all have time to turn to face the approach of, what turns out to be several youngish Humans.

They (3) file slowly out of the doorway leading into the Fore section of the ship.  In your flashlight beams you can see that they are wearing tabbards with some sort of a cross symbol on it.  With humans, it's hard to tell age but you'd guess they're all under two tens of years.

The men stop when they see you, swaying sickly.  You're not positive, but you think they're pale for Humans.  Their arms fall slack to their sides, and their white tabbards are streaked with blood.  Their jaws hang open and there is a vacant darkness in their eyes that is unmistakable no matter what race.  The rightmost one has some sort of black spittle forming at the corner of his mouth as he mutters: "...parts... parts..."

They stand looking at you, ignoring the lights you shine in their direction.

In reply to GM (msg # 223):

in fey, quietly:

Alveris... remember that murder you were talking about earlier?

James pulls the fletch of the arrow to his cheek and holds action until one of the humans begins to move towards them.
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In reply to James (msg # 224):

"Keep the Changeling alive, James," Conrad says quietly.  "We can handle three seasick, wounded humans."

Raising his voice, he turns to address the newcomers.

Let's try this again.

"I am Lt. Commander Conrad Deepsavior, and I claim this ship in the name of the Empire.  Submit, surrender, and identify yourselves; you are badly outmatched, and in need of aid."
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Uthor draws his axe, holding it at his side.  He takes up a ready stance but attempts to look nonthreatening.

C'mmander... I don't think they heard you...

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 226):

When the figures fail to reply and fail to stand still, Conrad levels his carbine at them.  Modi and Magni follow suit with their own weapons.

"I'm not warning you again. Stand still, or face death."

If they continue to move another square toward the party, Conrad, Modi, and Magni will open fire.

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 227):

One of the three cocks his head with an audible popping sound.  "...parts..." he notes.

The three advance (with malicious intent).

--COMBAT--

Acolytes (3) - 2 of clubs - last
Alveris - 9 of hearts (4th)
Conrad (and Gnomes) - 10 of hearts (HOLD 3rd)
James - King of Spades (HOLD 1st)
Uthor (and AutoGnome) - Queen of Clubs (HOLD 2nd)

The main deck is roughly 15 across and 45 from fore to aft doors.  Being roughly in the middle, the three Humans are roughly 20 from you.

It is dark (-2 to ranged attacks and cannot target anyone further than 10 away)

HOWEVER, anyone with a flashlight A) ignores darkness and B) can be targeted by an enemy as if they ignored darkness.  You can turn it off as a free action, but it must be turned off BEFORE you act.

The 3 Acolytes are moving toward you in a line and are roughly 2 units apart from one another.

The only cover would be the pile of corpses or your companions (all equipment has been removed from the deck).

Uthor and Jeeves hold action until the acolytes approach closer.  Uthor focuses his light on the center acolyte, however, lighting it up for the benefit of James and the others.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 229):

James kneels on the deck next to the changeling bow drawn to his ear and takes aim at the one dribbling black goop.

There isn't much I can do for the changeling.  I'm shooting the one on the right when he gets a bit closer.
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In reply to James (msg # 230):

"We aren't the fey you're looking for!

..Seriously though, is it me, or do those guys kind of look undead?"

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 231):

"Do you know of anything that walks and talks after it dies?" Conrad asks.  "They look entranced somehow to me."

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 232):

Appearing and sounding legitimately shocked

"You don't? My God, do you gnomes even know how to throw a party?"

Alveris arms himself with one of the Girls, readying an attack as soon as someone shines a light and/or they move within short distance.

"Seriously though, they do look pretty fucked."

Hollering

"Don't come any closer, or all you're going to get is holes. Holes in you. Not like, my holes. James MAYBE, but definitely not mine.

(pausing)

"I was aggressively intimating if you come any closer we will shoot the shit out of you"
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In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 233):

The three men stagger oddly, but with purpose toward you (move of 5).

Since they are all still at med or longer range for your weapons, I'll assume you are all taking the "Aim" action that round so anyone who was holding a weapon and pointing it now has +2 to hit.

~~COMBAT ROUND~~

The three humans are now approximately 15 from you.

Acolytes (3) - Jack of clubs - 1st
Alveris - 6 of diamonds - 3rd
Conrad & Gnomes - 5 of clubs - 4th
James - 7 of clubs - 2nd
Uthor & Autognome - 2 of hearts - last

"...PARTS!..." the middle Acolyte says, louder than before.  The three break into a run (5+2 pace).

They are now approximately 8 from you.

In reply to GM (msg # 234):

James looses the arrow at the one on the right.  The arrow speeds towards the acolyte taking him directly in his open mouth (shoot 7) and bursting from the back of his head peircing the brain stem and killing him instantly (damage 18)

He then turns his attention to the changeling

Finish the other two off quickly I don't know how much the changeling can hold out.

James tries to make him as comfortable as possible, and does his best to continue to stem the bleeding.

In reply to James (msg # 235):

"Damn Jamie."

Alveris looses a knife at one of the remaining 2 acolytes, easily hitting him

[Throwing 7]
[Damage 4]

Avast!

OOC- Jon, the knives technically have AP 1 in the dark. Not entirely sure how that plays into things here in terms of hit/damage.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 236):

"Alright, lads, let 'em have it!"

Modi and Magni respond as one, their verbal responses drowned out by the report of their weapons that immediately follows.  Each empties their respective carbine's 6 shots into a single target, with Modi picking the wounded one.

[Shoot (Modi): 1,5,2,1,4,4] - No hits.
[Shoot (Magni): 15,7,14,1,4,5]

Modi's blast is high and wide, missing the wounded enemy entirely.  Magni has better luck, sending three rounds straight into his target's chest with a sickening series of thumps.

[Damage: 24]

The previously unwounded enemy gurgles and sinks to the deck, dead.

Conrad fires his own weapon at the sole remaining enemy.

[Shoot (Conrad):  1, 2, 5, 1, 3, 3, 4] - No hits

The shots blast into the wood, the corpses, the sky, and essentially everywhere else where an enemy is not. He curses and waits for Uthor to finish the job.

Uthor, lacking a ranged weapon, continues to hold.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 238):

~~COMBAT ROUND~~

Acolytes - 9 of diamonds - 4th
Alveris - 2 of diamonds - last
Conrad & Gnomes - Jack of Diamonds - 3rd
James - Ace of Clubs - 2nd
Uthor & Autognome - Ace of Spades - 1st

The one living Acolyte is 8 from you and does not seem deterred.

There is a stirring sound and 4 more Acolytes emerge from the Fore entrance (range 20 or so).

In reply to GM (msg # 239):

"I think you fine gentlemen will notice there's ample parts on the ground, conveniently split apart by bow and knife. Would you perhaps consider some environmentally friendly recycling?"

[Persuasion 9]

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 240):

The closest Acolyte now turns his attention to Alveris.

"Parts..." he intones more loudly, pointing at the Fey's nether region.

In reply to GM (msg # 241):

At least he's got good taste.

Uthor remains on hold, flashlight trained on the closest acolyte.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 243):

James knocks another arrow and takes aim at the new templar on the left.

One on the left is mine he grumbles.

In reply to James (msg # 244):

"Armor's too thick for repeaters. We're wasting ammunition."

Conrad shoulders his carbine and activates his customized power axe with a distinctive click-whir.  Modi and Magni draw their axes.

Conrad moves to take point position, adjusting his grip for a first strike the moment an enemy gets within range.

"Let 'em come."

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 245):

The closest Acolyte changes trajectories slightly and charges Alveris, swinging his short sword but making very little noise otherwise, which is disconcerting.

Unsettling as it is, he fails to connect, his reflexes badly off.

The four Acolytes following charge as well, and are now at range 12.

There is some shuffling behind you.  You spin around in place and realize that the Acolytes were distracting you; another group is advancing from behind!

This group is 2 more Acolytes (snuck up to range 8), 3 Templar (range 10) and a High Templar (range 12, Wild Card)

The Templar are larger and more hardened than the acolytes, with polished heavy armor, large bloody swords, dented shields and determined looks on their faces.  They too, however, seem to be... off.  Their eyes are dead and their mouths move without stopping though you only get bits and pieces of words.

These men move with far more determination than the others you felled.

Behind them all is a bull of a man decked in armor and brilliantly embroidered tabbard.  His great beard, once regal has gone patchy, bristly and wild.  In one hand he holds a large sword with golden inlaid crosses.  In the other hand he holds what appears to be a withered severed hand.

~~COMBAT ROUND~~

All PC's on Hold, so you all go before the Templar.  HOWEVER, if you choose to target one from the group behind, you lose any benefit from aiming.  If you have a flashlight you may choose a new target.
This message was last edited by the GM at 00:27, Mon 13 Jan 2014.

In reply to GM (msg # 246):

Alveris takes aim at the withered/severed hand.

"Probably merits a follow up"

As the acolyte's sword misses Alveris, Uthor brings his axe down where its neck meets its shoulder, halfway severing its head and causing it to collapse onto the deck with a spurt of ichor.

[Wild Attack + Gang-up(3): 8]
[Damage: 13]

He pulls his axe free and wheels around, pointing the flashlight at one of the acolytes further out.

Jeeves!  Blast 'em!

The AutoGnome unloads his repeater into the illuminated acolyte.

[Shoot: 3, 1, 13, 5, 8, 5]
[First Hit (raise): 14]

Though two of the bullets fly wild, the acolyte is ripped to shreds under the hail of gunfire.  Uthor whirls around, illuminating the hand.

Best aim for their heads.  Everythin' else is covered in metal.
This message was last edited by the player at 07:11, Mon 13 Jan 2014.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 248):

James does not allow the sound of the new group of acolytes break his concentration as he trains his bow on the original acolyte and looses an arrow (shoot 5).  This one peirces the acolyte between the eyes and drops him immediately (damage 11).

He remains on his knees and shuffles back so that the bodies provide at least some cover to  him on one side and his teammates are as close to surrounding him as possible.  He draws and knocks another arrow.

What have we gotten ourselves into?

/ooc anything special I would know about their condition?  stay away from their blood? Secret words of power that will make them instantly disintegrate? What can I roll for info?/ooc

In reply to James (msg # 249):

Conrad blinks, reassessing the situation quickly.

"Time for some gnomish ingenuity.  Magni, slow 'em down."

Magni lowers his axe and reaches onto his back to withdraw a large, coffee pot-shaped device.  He gives it some practice twirls as he steps forward 3 spaces, putting him 5 away from the mob of Templar.

[Advanced Weapons (Spider Grenade): 4]

The strange object hurls through the air, landing among the advancing mob of more powerful-looking enemies and exploding into a gooey paste that freezes many to the deck (burst 3).

Modi and Conrad keep their attention fixed on the two acolytes from the initial threat, ready to hit them when they shamble into range.

OOC: Do I get to use my held action to hit the guy, and then my First Strike feat to hit him again immediately when he steps adjacent to me? I feel like I should, or else what's the point? :P
This message was last edited by the player at 13:16, Mon 13 Jan 2014.

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 250):

The grenade lands just off to the side of the advancing forces, spraying horrible wet sticky spider silk that hardens almost immediately.

The two Acolytes and one of the advancing Templar from the group are caught and cemented to the deck.  (Med range for this thrown weapon to hit dead center so -2 to hit, but in range to hit front of group calling a 4 a hit just off center).
This message was last edited by the GM at 13:53, Mon 13 Jan 2014.

In reply to GM (msg # 251):

The two Acolytes to Fore are spurred on by the presence of their leader, and charge in with renewed vigor, completely ignoring the growing pile of dead.

One runs into Uthor and the other into James.

Uthor, ready for the man's assault (Interrupt successful), crouches and swings his axe in an upward arc.  The Acolyte shows more than expected and deftly parries it with a downswing of his sword.  This, however, ruins his own attack and his backswing is easily blocked by Uthor's free hand.

The other Acolyte does not fare any better against James, nearly tripping on his own feet in a desperate attempt to kill the Fey (attack -1.

Of the larger group, one Acolyte and the Templar manage to free themselves from the spider silk, though it takes them a few fumbling moments.

Thus, the two free Templar charge into combat with Alveris and Modi.

"You WILL sacrifice for Him!" notes the first Templar evenly as he slashes for Alveris.  His heavy sword cuts into the poor Fey (35 damage - 6 armor is 19 meaning Shaken and 4 wounds).

The second Templar slams into Modi with equal fervor, but the Gnome manages to sidestep most of the damage (7 = Shaken).

The other Templar slides forward, but stays at about range of 6.  The High templar stomps around behind him, but stays out of the fray just yet.

In reply to GM (msg # 252):

The Templar's sword bites into Alveris, splitting him down from shoulder to chest.  He staggers back, gravely injured (Shaken: 3 wounds, I saved you a Bennie).

Conrad makes a few quick motions to position himself near the Templar accosting Modi, then swings his axe with reckless abandon.

[Wild Attack: 11]
[Damage: 20]

The axe catches the enemy by surprise, slashing deep to send him to the ground with a sickening squelch.

Conrad brings his axe to bare again, in case anyone is foolish enough to walk near him, and begins to size up the Templar attacking Alveris.

"Thanks, Commander," Modi breathes appreciatively, though he still appears a bit shaken. "I'll come t'the table in a minute. Keep it warm for me.
This message was last edited by the player at 19:11, Mon 13 Jan 2014.

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 254):

~~COMBAT ROUND~~

Disposition:

You are in a rough lump with James/AutoGnome/Uthor facing Fore.  Uthor and James are engaged in Melee with Acolytes.

With their backs to them (facing Aft) are Alveris, Magnus, Conrad and Modi.  Alveris is in melee with a Templar.  Magni is standing slightly forward of the rest of you (he tossed the grenade).

About 6 away to the Aft is another Templar.  Behind him (8 away) are 2 Acolytes, 1 of which is still rooted.

Behind them and off to the side is the High Templar.

To the group's Port is a pile of corpses and then the Railing.  To the group's Starboard, around 8 away, is the Starboard side of the ship.

Another Alveris just flickered into existence and is standing to the starboard of the group by about 2 units.

Uthor - Ace of clubs - 1st
James - Jack of diamonds
Alveris (3 Wounds) - 9 of hearts
Templar - 8 of spades
Conrad & Gnomes - 4 of clubs
Alveris #2 (0 Wounds) - 2 of diamonds

From now on I'm putting people in proper countdown order rather than alphabetical so it's easier for y'all to follow.
This message was last edited by the GM at 20:11, Mon 13 Jan 2014.

Jeeves, switch to axe!  Attack that thing!

Uthor turns to face the nearest acolyte, his light washing over it as the AutoGnome drops its repeater and unclips the handaxe from its belt.  Its arm spins completely around, coming down on the acolyte but glancing off its shoulder, leaving it stunned but not defeated.

[Fighting 12]
[Damage 6: Shaken]

Uthor follows up immediately, bringing his axe down and severing the mindless human's spine.  He presses a boot to its unmoving head and wrenches his axe free.

[Wild Attack 10]
[Damage 8]

He spins around, shining his light on the approaching templar.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 256):

James ducks the spinning arm of the robot.

Duran Arath Farthan!  He curses in fey.

James drops his bow and his axe appears in his hand with a flourish as if by magic (sleight of hand 5).

With a beastial yell he drives the axe directly into the chest of the acolyte (fighting 11) which promptly is turned away by the hardened leather armor (3 damage)

/ooc WTF?!  3 damage on 3d6?!  3?!  ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH that was going to be so cool. /ooc

In reply to James (msg # 257):

"Fill your eyes, with that double vision"

A clearly beleaguered Alveris staggers before unfurling the previously readied knife toward the severed hand

[Throwing 6]
[Damage 1]

The knife pierces the severed hand, hopefully using its momentum to dislodge it from the templars grip.

"Well that sucked"

OOC- I kept one bennie, and I'm not sure what damage we're ascribing to the poison soaked girls, or to the fact I was specifically aiming for the severed hand for the purposes of dislodge, and not damage. At your discretion sir.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 258):

Alveris' dagger strikes the severed hand, but the High Templar must have a death-grip on the thing for he refuses to drop it (a target like something held or the head is normally a +4 difficulty, meaning at least an 8 to hit).

The Acolyte fighting James twists it's mouth into a sly grin, then returns the favor.  However, though his weapon too strikes true, it is similarly stuck int James' armor.  The Human and the Fey glance awkwardly at one another for a moment... then pull their respective weapons back.

As Alveris looses his knife, the Templar on him renews his attack but somehow the Fey manages to swoon (from loss of blood) just perfectly to dodge the attack (Fighting: 1! lucky bastard!)

The Acolyte trapped in spider silk finally pulls himself free and raises his weapon.

The remaining Templar bears down on Conrad, who, seeing the attack coming, manages to sneak an attack through his defenses.  He only manages to catch the Human with the back of his weapon, ringing his bell a bit (Shaken).  The Templar, however, is driven by something more... something unholy (10 to recover from Shaken) and presses his attack anyway, though his vision is blurry enough that he still misses the Gnome (Fighting 0).

An Acolyte charges Magnus but in his fervor swings over the Gnomes head.

This leaves only the High Templar.  Carefully he steps from behind his minions and then bears down on Modi at a full run!  Nearly barreling the poor Gnome over, he attacks first with his sword, then a second attack with the withered hand/knife combo itself!  Fortunately, all of his attacks fall short.

Disposition:

To Fore (port to starboard) are James/Uthor/AutoGnome.  James is engaged with an Acolyte.

To Aft (port to starboard) are Alveris/Magnus/Conrad/Modi.  Alveris is being killed by a Templar.  Magnus is fighting an Acolyte.  Conrad is fighting a Templar.  Modi is fighting the High Templar.

To Aft behind all that is another Acolyte.

Alveris #2 stands to the Starboard of the fighting.

In reply to GM (msg # 259):

Conrad takes stock of the situation, clearly torn between wading into the thick of combat with the High Templar and saving the fey who's blood is splattering upon the deck.

This is why you don't ally with folks who don't wear proper armor.

"Disengage, save Alveris," he barks.  "We probably need him."

Modi and Magni reposition themselves to threaten the Templar attacking Alveris on three sides, then swing their axes with reckless abandon.

[Attack (Modi): 6 (d6 + 2 Gang-up + 2 Wild)]
[Attack (Magni): 7(d6 + 2 Gang-up + 2 Wild)]

Though they meant well, the attacks are unable to damage the Templar's extremely thick armor.  Conrad growls and advances toward the target himself, leaving that particular foe completely surrounded (and occupying the square closest to the remaining targets in doing so).

"For the Empire!"

[Attack (Conrad): 19 (d10 + 3 Gang-up + 2 Wild)]
[Damage: 15]

The power axe fares better than the hand axes did, and the Templar soon finds himself laying prone on the ground, the life extinguished from his eyes.

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 260):

As Magnus and Modi step away from their opponents to engage the Templar, their enemies take swings at their backs.  Magnus escapes the Acolyte, but as Modi turns to defend the Fey, the High Templar hacks fiercely at his back (Modi out of commission).

Conrad exits his own melee with significantly more skill, dodging the Templar's attack.

Disposition:

James/Autognome/Uthor are on Fore side, James engages an Acolyte.

Alveris/Conrad/Magnus are on Aft side, no enemies engaged.

To the Aft of the group is a Templar, 2 Acolytes and the High Templar.

Alveris #2 stands off to the Starboard of the fighting and it is his action.

In reply to GM (msg # 261):

Alveris #2 tosses his knife at the high templar, but it deflects harmlessly off his armor.

[Throwing 10]
[Damage 5]

"Moving in stereo. If it's good enough for Rick Ocasek, it's good enough for me."
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In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 262):

In the blink of an eye, the original Alveris vanishes...

--COMBAT ROUND--.

Alveris #2 - Ace of hearts - first.
Templar - Queen of hearts.
Author/AutoGnome - Jack of hearts.
James - Queen of clubs.
Conrad/Gnome - 3 of hearts.

In reply to GM (msg # 263):

Alveris get this asshole off me I need to get to Modi... or Magni... one of them!

In reply to James (msg # 264):

2 Alveris's are just so much better than one.

Alveris #2 whirls a girl at the acolyte engaging Jamie.

[Throwing 11]
[Damage 5 (seriously, second hit with raise in a row with a 1 on the raise)]

"Danger zone!"