Rael slaps the man just enough to make him loosen his grip on him "I don't recall giving you permission to touch us good sir." Taking a step back he fish in his pouch showing a glint of silver "For talk you'll get a peek, lead us to our destination and you'll get the silver."

Take me to the tavern and pay for our room and I will give you a night you will never forget...are you here all alone big boy...Walks over and smacks the guy's butt as hard as he can...chuckles in a deep laugh..

Angrboda worries that they are wasting valuable time, "Never mind your services, we are in a hurry and need to be off." she says imperiously, worried that the spells duration may drop before they get to their destination and obviously there is a requirement that males be collared to be on the streets at night.

Taken back by both the rough handing of Viktor and Rael, then the complete turn around by Angrboda the nightwalker is at a loss for words.

"I can take you there that is sure, but are you not sure you do not know the way? On one side of the coin you do not want to play, the other..."

He offers an elbow to Rael

"I can show you the way for the bit is silver. Would the gentle miss be so kind?"
Moving at a slow pace he begins to lead the group through the winding streets. He blathers on about small talk and other fashions in the kingdom, trying to strike up likes and dislikes of the group. After several minuets the group passes by the large keep of Media. The octagonal walls are sharp and well kept. From this distance you can tell that the outer wall is well lit and manned. The information recalled from memory on the back of the map seems to be fairly accurate. [Private to Angrboda: You figure you have about 12 minuets at this point.]

The walker goes on about how great it is to live in the city, as well as, other such "safe" conversations about the overall condition of the place. Several more minuets pass and you come upon a hole in the wall tavern in decent shape. A sign, easily visible, has a large gecko like lizard in black crawling up and around a large rock hanging above the door. The (whoops) squat, wide, building seems to be favored by those who are obviously in the employ of Media. Women wearing green cloaks, as well as, off duty guardsmen in red hose dot the area in great numbers. [Private to Angrboda: Give or take about 5 or 6 minuets at this point]

"Your destination miladies." He gestures with a wide open palm.
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Ecalir had been caught up in gawking at the alien city. It was so different from the cities she was used to. It was dirty and unsavory, which was not too different from her home, but it was a very different kind of dirty and unsavory. She grit her teeth and followed along quietly, a bit to dumbfounded to be the leader the group needed at first.

As they arrived at the inn though she squared her shoulders and surveyed the environs. This was definitely a place for the men to be... silent. She regards the squat building then looks to the inn and grumbles. It had to be right next to a guard hangout, or was the squat building part of the inn?

She looked at her companions and then at the strange guide and frowned, "Begone, you. We are at our destination and do not feel like playing anymore." She looked at the three "disguises" out of curiosity as to what they looked like, then toward the green cloaks and red hose. She wanted to suggest a scout force instead of their whole menagerie, but not while the strange ears were nearby.

Now that light is a bit more common, you can see that the spells that were woven to hide the others has done a wonderful job. Beneath the disguises are 3 ordinary looking individuals. Their features have taken on a bit more of a feminine look. Jawlines have softened from boxy to a bit more angular, noses taken on a soft petite curve rather than the largish nostrils like those adorning Viktors face. The best part is, they look like average slavers who have seen hardship of the open road and excessive labor of a slaver.

There are few standers outside of the tavern hanging in the shadows. Occasionally you hear the deeper voice of a male, intermingled, it is few and far between. Taking a quick peek inside, as the door opens a few times letting customers in and out, you can only spot 4 or so males (beyond the "barmaids") amongst the 30 or so women many of whom sport green cloaks and red hose. The building does not seem to sport any 2nd story, indicating that his is simply a place of drinking and revelry rather than one of lodging.

Sorry about that, I accidentally typed "A" instead of "The" in the last post, the squat building is the tavern.

Rael flick a couple of silver coins at the man of the night. He had mustered all his will not cringe at Eclair and Angrboda reactions to the man. Between the pair of them had the diplomacy tact of an angry drake in a scribe shop. He glance up at the skies and wonders to himself it was not too late to send a silent prayer... he would have if he could have thought of a single deity who cared.

As thing seem to be, he would have to trust their female compatriots not to blunder too much.

As the man heads off Angrboda looks at the group, "We need to hurry there are only a few more minutes on the enchantments." she whispers quickly as she heads in and goes straight to the counter.

Eclair and Angrboda go in and order a drink and ask where the inn is...In a rather quiet voice....

Your escort bows and pockets the silver tossed at him. Eying the red hosed women nearby you see him nervously look around a bit.

"Thank you mistress, I shall be going now." He bows as he backs away "I do hope our game was to your satisfaction." He glances once again at the red hosed women and bows deeply one more time before hurrying away.

The tavern is decently packed but movement is far from claustrophobic. Your entry is noted by some, but ignored by most as many are visibly here relaxing after a long shift or other such nefarious deed. As noted on the outside the clientele is mostly those wearing slavers cloaks and the red hose of the city guard. There is a shapely, yet well toned, female behind the bar. As Angrboda approaches the bar she looks up and quickly cleans a spot. "Hey babe, you new to acquisitions?  What can I get for you? Wait, I know you want the "Old Dirty"" she grabs a large pewter mug and taps on a plank in the wall behind her. It slides open revealing a lanky man covered in sweat and grease. "An Old Dirty!" A few moments later the mug returns with this deep chocolate colored brew. As the liquid foams and churns you can see a lighter swirl cascade through the froth every so often.

The bartender smiles "Go on, drink up, it's what all cloudbunnies get."

Angrboda quickly hands the drink to Eclair, "Thank you, she has been dying for a drink." she says smiling, "I am in need of lodging for a couple nights." She says, looking around.

OOC:  Is this only a drinking establishment or is it an inn also?

stays outside of the tavern and looks around for a place to find shelter, be it an inn or some place to hide when this spell wears off.



22:33, Today: Viktor rolled 35 using 1d100. search for shelter/hiding place.
GM - Coloring the roll
[Private to Viktor: You do remember a short dark alley just a intersection or so back. Other than that place You see a small 2 story building a block or so away. The place is well lit and has red curtains billowing out from every window.]
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A slight quizzical look furrows the bartenders brow. "I wish they would keep me up to date on these things." She clears her throat and in a hushed voice "I have no accommodations, but my Wine is quite tasty, Why don't you go down and look for a good year and pick one out. Now if you excuse me I have tables and drinks to serve." The bartender nods her head in a short almost imperceptible nod.
[Private to Angrboda: about 2 minuets]

Looking around you occasionally see a few eyes on you. A lot of them coming from other women in green cloaks.

Angrboda nods then turns away from the bar casting a frown at Eclair, "You heard her, go look for a good year.  I will be right back." she says, moving closer, she whispers "Open the back for us."  She then heads outside with the others and heads into the alley behind the tavern.  "Your disguises are nearly gone but I think the plan is working." she says furtively as she looks around and hopes no one sees them as they wait.

Lars stays outside with Viktor. Somehow he feels that if they get approached, Lars would be better able to bluff their way through.

Looks around a little and thinks of some back up plans...Angrboda are we going to go into the tavern?  Otherwise I noticed a building across the way that might have a place to stay and also a dark alley a block or so away if we need to hide out of sight for some time until we figure out a plan...

Eclair stood quietly and played the subordinate to Angrboda's captain or whatever it was as she eyed the strange brew. She wasn't sure exactly if drinking it was a good idea but barely had time for that. She looked at the bartender aside as instructions were given to let themselves into the basement. Fetching one's own wine must be pretty common practice in the establishment.

She nodded to her compatriot as she moved to the side, leaving her foaming mug, and stepped into the back area quickly and without hesitation. The sounds of a kitchen came from another door, presumably where the very dirty man worked, and several boxes and barrels in this room as well as the stair down immediately to her right.

With a last quick look around she drew a dagger and descended into the cellar to look for some "wine."

Rael nods silently to Angroboda words, she was correct and the sooner they would be out of eye sight the better. Seeing Eclair take the knife out he place his own hand on his own dagger making sure the cloak he is wearing hide it as he follows the women downstairs.

Angrboda quickly slips out of the tavern with hardly giving a glance back. There is a sense of urgency in her steps as she slides between and through the crowd as a wisp of smoke. Reaching the three that have remained outside she quickly goes over the plan of the back door. Of which a short alley looks like it may provide the best avenue to reach that back door. [Private to Angrboda: You see Lars's features begin to shift back towards the more masculine.]

Rael and Eclair nod and head through the door to the right of the bar and quickly make sure the back door is unlatched. Then they proceed to slowly head down the stout wooden staircase into a large earthen chamber. The cellar is a wide open area filled with shelves of foodstuffs, two large wine racks, and a long row of large ale barrels. Between the barrels along the wall and the two wine racks is a small table holding two guards wearing red hose. Luckily they are currently engaged in a came of cards and have not taken notice of the two creeping down the stairs.

Noticing a sliver of light peak out from the alleyway the group out in the street begin to cautiously make their way to the back door. Suddenly a hand reaches out and grabs Angrboda by the wrist. "Hey, Cloudbunny, you think you an your friends are going to get away with it? Trying to sneak out without paying your due!" Standing before you is an another slaver. By the smell, and looks of her, a few more drinks will send her to a realm of dreams. "You think you can sneak off without buyin a round from your first run?"

Updated The map to show the cellar
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Reacting quickly to the touch Angrboda jerks her hand away, pulling the dagger, and using the darkness of the alley to cover her strike, plunging it into the slaver.  Hoping her suspicions are correct and it actually is a magic weapon.


12:03, Today: Angrboda rolled 74 using 1d100. dagger tn 120.

Quickly turning the drunken woman's hand upon herself, Angrboda pulls her into the darkened alley and into the deftly produced blade. A look of shock fleets past the woman's eyes as comprehension of what is really going on slowly, painfully, dawns on her. A slight sobering effect crosses her face as it looks like she is about to call out. [Private to Angrboda: The dagger squirms slightly in your hand.] Mere seconds later a the woman slowly arcs her back, as if trying to pull away, as a look of confusion takes over. Her mouth opens and a low moan, caused by the long slow intake of breath, escapes as the body and mind finally catch up with each other.

[Secret to Angrboda: "Puuurrrrrrrr."]

The woman attempts to feebly squirm, as her life drains slowly away. After a few seconds the woman begins to sink to her knees. Slowly Angrboda guides her down and lets her fall into a hunched over resting position. [Private to Angrboda: You attempt to remove the blade, however it feels to be stuck.] Quickly draping the arms down and into a drunken stupor sleeping pose, Angrboda moves a bit of debris to make the appearance that this woman stumbled into the alley to sleep it off. Hopefully the body will remain hidden until the early hours. [Secret to Angrboda: Grabbing the dagger again and giving it a second tug it comes out quite easily. You notice that there is no pool of blood, no blood on the dagger, and only a hint of a splatter on your hand and the target's clothes]

[Secret to Angrboda: "Ohhhhh."]

You all quickly move on towards the open door at the back.

[Private to Angrboda: You feel rejuvenated, almost a bit hyper, as if the draining of your spells did not phase you. Your MP has been replenished.]

Angrboda smiles as she sheathes the dagger [Language unknown: "Siit ildi Ni ous enunth di ma avecomint rut ponti."] she says as it slides home.  Upon reaching the door she quickly inspects the latch to see if it is locked and finding it unlocked sneaks the door open a tad to look inside, to make sure no one sees them enter the cellar.  Turning to Viktor she leans close and casts the spell again, "You look like the bartender right now." she whispers to him, "So if someone stops us, act like it."

smiles and figures he will go along with the plan...After you cloudbunny, make sure you pick out a nice wine... tried to sound as much like a female as possible...

Ecalir moved into the shadows as she spotted the guard and began to play in her mind the conversation with the bartender and all of what she knew about this situation. Had the bartender assumed they were loyal or rebel? By the presence of the guard, they had stumbled upon some type of official corridor, which meant that she was passing for someone who should be here. How had that happened? Had Angrboda stumbled upon a pass phrase by accident? No chances that was happening twice.

Instead, her mind moved quickly into overdrive as it tried to decide what to do with this situation. The other would be along soon and there was no telling how well unnoticed they would be going. Knowing Viktor, not at all. If the elf had been here, they might use some magic, but it was just Eclair, the chirugeon, and their steel.This would need to be quick and quiet so as to not alert the thirty upstairs.

She looked around her to assess whether or not she could approach the guards unseen while motioning Rael to stay hidden.


13:51, Today: Eclair rolled 83 using 1d100. Search.

13:51, Today: Eclair rolled 19 using 1d100. Hide.

13:51, Today: Eclair rolled 11 using 1d100. Move Quiet.

Seeing the way clear to the stairs Angrboda motions the others through the door then heads non-nonchalantly to the stairs and begins to head down, quietly.

16:06, Today: Angrboda rolled 41 using 1d100. move quiet tn 60.