"Or he wanted to talk to me on the inquisitor's orders, and the Inquisitor couldn't be bothered to mention it to you two since there's a bloody demon about," Ciryl comments from behind the door.

In reply to Ciryl Fontaine (msg # 271):

Titus sees Brennan strike off on his own from his interrogation with the inquisitors and go to Ciryl's prison.

Sonuva bitch made it out... not home free yet, but its a start...  Deev this is either really good, or really bad.  Not much middle ground.  Do you have any idea how to get out of this bind?

He looks at his arm tracing the sigils therein.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 272):

"Suit yourselves," Brennan shrugs, making a show of jotting down the guard's names on parchment. "Your families live nearby, right? I'll need their addresses, as well."

When the guards look confused, he clears his throat.

"They deserve to know about your noble sacrifice. This prisoner's harboring a rare and fast-acting plague, you see."

He shows the guards his syringe.

"I need to take a sample of his blood to work out a cure. Something you'd both benefit from, if the man's been shouting or coughing at all while you've been standing here. It spreads from the breath. But I'm not going to fight you over it. Really, healthier for me to stay far away, and explain that I just COULDN'T get that sample due to the diligence of you fine guards."

He shakes his head slowly.

"People will die, of course, but...I suppose that's life, isn't it?"

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 273):

One of the guards locks his eyes on the syringe in Brennan's hand, his mouth opening and closing without sound.

"Aye..." the more talkative guard replies, attempting to rein in his companions, "an we're not to enter the tower either... and I'll remind you that it were an Inquisitor told us not to open the door for anyone but him."

He turns to Brennan.

"If this is a test, you'll find we're loyal to the Masters as any men.  If this is some sort of mistake, you'll have to take it up with them."

In reply to GM (msg # 274):

Brennan sees that he won't be getting anywhere, shrugs, and puts the syringe away.

"Fair enough. I'll report back and see what they want me to do."

He returns to the inn where he's met his compatriots in the past and waits to see if Titus et al show up.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 275):

Nothing impedes Brennan as he leave Ciryl and returns to the tavern.

There, presumably, he meets up with Titus and Deev.

In reply to GM (msg # 276):

"So...we have a bit of a problem," Brennan says to Titus and Deev once they've situated themselves in a quiet alcove of the tavern. "The Inquisitor wants the stolen equipment returned, and to take me to the Citadel."

He shivers slightly.

"I would, of course, prefer to go to Losthelm. But there are eyes everywhere, and Cyril's still locked in the damn tower. I was able to secure 2 hours to collect my things and my bearings, but after that it will be difficult to delay any longer."

He looks over at Titus.

"So I'm going to need to create a reason for the Inquisitor to stay. And that reason's going to involve Springheel Jack. Where is he?"

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 277):

Titus looks down at the table sadly.

Fuck that. 

He says impassioned about the Citadel.  He looks at his arms for a moment, clenching his fist as if trying will Jack to him.

Jack doesn't come out during the day, he's only ever been seen at night. 

He looks at Brennan.

We'll see if I can take your place.  If they remove me I believe Jack will drag me back.  There's only the two of us.  Perhaps we can truly make them allies in this?

Would it be possible to bring them in on this?  Go to them for... help? 

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 278):

"The Inquisitor suggested they had a plan for taking care of Jack, but he didn't elaborate and seems to be in a hurry to leave," Brennan says with a frown.

"I'll need some help disguising myself if you intend to take my place and let Jack drag you away again. That's actually a rather cunning plan. No offense intended."

He looks down at the table.

"So I slip out of the town while you go with the Inquisitor, and then Jack brings you back, and then the Inquisition MUST deal with Jack if they are to get 'me' to the Citadel. Clever."

"What I don't understand, though, is how you intend to escape once Jack is well and truly gone. If it comes to a fight, he may expect you to do battle on his behalf. And in any case, I don't know how to spring Cyril from his jail cell."

Brennan blinks and looks over at Deev.

"Wait...yes I do. Can you assume Cyril's form well enough to fake his limp?"

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 279):

Titus runs a hand through his hair.

When Brennan compliments his plain he sneers with no true malice

I get one every now and then.  You and I are similar enough in build that I can do with with makeup and garb.  Ciryl... I need illusions for that, and they have been... unreliable of late, and I feel, bone tired.

Though there is a downside to my plan, we glow different colors, can they see it or not?  That may render everything moot. 

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 280):

"Honestly? I'm no longer certain," Brennan says after a long pause. "I was so certain that they could, but the Inquisitor didn't seem to know what I was talking about. If it turns out they can, at least this will confirm it. And Jack will still retrieve you nonetheless."

He smiles slightly.

"What I need is the illusion that Cyril's cell is EMPTY, affecting only the guards who bother to look once they see Deev's version walking around. They open the door, leave it open while they search, the real Cyril hobbles out and we hurry him out. Somehow. That part of the plan still needs refinement. There are barrels nearby, right?"

Brennan winces.

"He's going to HATE this plan..."

After some time has passed and he's neither allowed to see Brennan or released, Ciryl takes to singing half remembered tavern songs very badly to his guards.

In reply to Ciryl Fontaine (msg # 282):

I'm going on the record as saying this is a harebrained scheme... even by our standards.  Why do we need to break Ciryl out, once the inquisitor has 'you' shouldn't he release Ciryl? Wasn't that part of the deal?

I mean the loss of the Hauberk is unfortunate, but not insurmountable.  The rest of it they can have though a spare sword is something I'm loathed to lose... though none of us seem to be inclined to use it... except me.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 283):

"He didn't seem inclined to let him go before I asked for a couple hours to gather my things," Brennan shrugs. "I expect Cyril will be put to the question regarding his association with me. All of you will be, if they catch you."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 284):

Titus brings Brennan up to their room and gathers up the Paladin's equipment.  As Brennan talks to Titus he notices Titus mimicking his mannerisms, voice and posture.  Titus is specifically asking questions to irritate, anger, and soothe Brennan so he can see the natural progression of emotions.

Eventually Titus gets close up to Brennan noting wrinkles, birth marks, blemishes,

Your face is wider than mine, nose and cheeks much less defined.  Hair slightly lighter... damnit thats always tough, especially with a short window.  Lemon juice won't act in time....

Titus mutters as he begins stripping off his clothes.

Strip.

He says simply.

This will work best if they think they see me.  Fortunately you will be at a distance.  Close up this is going to be some of my best work. 

As for the plan to break Ciryl out... I'm at the edge of my limits, I haven't felt like this since my aura disappeared with Lord Garr.  If you want I can try it but it had better work the first time, and I'm fairly defenseless after that. 

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 285):

After a time in the Mirror Titus turns to Brennan

What do you think of our chances of success?
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In reply to Ciryl Fontaine (msg # 282):

"Shut up in there!" one of the guards yells at Ciryl... "Man, did the Mun teach you to sing?"

"I'm sorry, I thought you weren't supposed to talk to me. Has that changed?" Ciryl replies to the demand calmly.

In reply to Ciryl Fontaine (msg # 288):

"I... fuck off..."

"Oh.  Well in that case," Ciryl takes a deep breath and resumes mid verse a terrible rendition of a bad song.

In reply to Ciryl Fontaine (msg # 290):

"About as good as they ever are," Brennan says, changing into a different set of nondescript clothing. "Yes, I'm afraid it IS that bad."

They head downstairs, where Brennan collects Deev and waits for the man to respond to his earlier question regarding mimicking Cyril.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 291):

As Brennan gets dressed in the nondescript clothes Titus stops him.

It is just as important for them to see me as it is for them to see you.  If they believe me to be there they will look less closely at the deception. 

He holds out the most "Titus-y" set of garments he has.  Complete with Fastbender headband and billowing cloak.

This'll take a miracle...

He grunts as he puts on a deep hooded traveling cloak.

Do I properly surmise the plan to be that we are going to have Deev impersonate Ciryl, show an empty interior room to the guards thus allowing him to escape?

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 292):

Deev nods along with the discussion, possibly understanding what the plan is

In reply to Deev (msg # 293):

"Yes, that's the plan," Brennan replies, looking at the garments Titus is offering with trepidation. "Though it still lacks the bit where we're able to actually whisk Cyril away."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 294):

Is it absolutely necessary?  Should I attempt to negotiate for Ciryl's freedom?  It seems less moving parts are better. 

He drops Brennan's accent for a minute

Come on.  I don't have lice!

He says proffering the clothing.