In reply to sewers (msg # 156):

"I could help with that." Niphre offered. "What would you like me to do?"

"I ... what ... Kree? Please explain again, this time with all the details necessary so improvisation on my or someone other part does not fuck it up. I am not good with sudden improvisations like this, Kree. Wizards are most dangerous when prepared properly, and if you make an chaotic mess here who know what will grow out of it. Mayhaps we could disguise as Red Elves before going on murder spree? I know no illusions, though."

Feyamir is both confused with Kree's sudden change of plans as well as disliking the whole endavour even more.
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  Kree  stands   at the fork, he looks at Fey and simply says..Being  an Arrow, is  all about, changing on the Fly... If your  Bird  dievs  down on a Rabbit, and the rabbit  runs  another ddirection,,, Doe yu bird   simply...smack into the ground?.. I sought, simply  to remove  the  Merchant Lords Puppets from the Guild leadership, thus, free the normal folk from  looking over the  shoulders  at every  turn, wondering if a Beggar was an honest  beggar, or  an Ear  for the Merchant  Lodes.

 ..But Mok...as a whole are  not friends of Ironmound..and the Elevs of  the Trace  wood  suffer more then those of My people, because they are closer to the problem.....Should  we be  able to cause  a great deal  damage, and maybe kill a few of the Merchant Lords.. there  will be Chaos,  and   The  Red Elves, Catfolk, Red Isle Halflings..we either have to leave Mok to  reorder thier own house... or  bring people in to help..If that  where  to Happen,  out Allies   would begin to pay more attention to Mok, rather then  wave them off, as  some  camel humping sand crawlers

 ...so?  we are about to head to the Merchant Lords Quarter.. and see what damage that can be done... from what little I noticed, the Merchant lords worry about keeping the rabble out of thier gates, but  fail to understand  what damage  could  come  from below..Tar for  ships and Rigging..oils  for lamps and  cookign Lots   of parchment and from trees..woods , tabkles and Doors of Polished  wood with oils that will but as good  as  any other.

 He smiles a  grim smile,..this  could be the Day,  The Merchant Lords  fall?.. because, what  working   person, or poor  person, is goign to rush  through the very gates, that they are kept away from, by spear point...

 He sighs a bit, his smile fades,..it could also be, that the Mechant Lords  Quarter, is not any differant then the poor  folk.. then, we will merely have to settle for dropping  a few  well dressed bodies.

Justin appreciated the change it suggested an opportunity to get out of the sewers. Tis regrettable Thy impulsiveness indt murdering the prisoners hath prevented emquiry into the who's who oft yon Merchants.

"Could we not find out in other ways?  Merchants as I understand it like to 'show off'.  Have parties for potential patrons, prove to other merchants they have better goods an afford finer items" she said in alow tone.  "Mayhap one might be throwing a party or 2.  Crashing it might garner information" she suggested.

In reply to Stardancer (msg # 162):

Indeed such wouldst avail much, however ast we be here now anst the opportunity to undertake conventional means One doth surmise such wouldst reveal our return and counter any element oft advantage this wouldst providest us.

  ... the thing is?.. No one..not even me, expected to  have  us.... in postion , to  come up into the   Merchant Lords  Quarters... anything  else  , reveals us to them....

 Ivy  Just looks  at his  boots  as he  kicks around some  little reptile that  is  swimming about.

  Kree eyes    Look at the  Arrows,..Thos e who have Fear..or? Think this is  folly, You may  return to the Ship...any one who wishes  to come with me,  should follow..... regardless  of how this turns out, we will have to leave the way we came in..exit the  back Gate, and head to the shore line, where we can  either head  north... or   south, back to the boars..if  we head  North.. we will have to continue  until  such tie, as  we  find a  ship that will take us back down river to the  Black Timber

 ..Inda?.. You will go with those  who  are leaving.

 ..Nay, I will not... I will show you the  way  to the merchant's  Quarter...

 Kree nods to her, then nods to the Others, and begins  to  head down the branch  Inda leads..  Ivy, chuckles...and Follows...

In reply to sewers (msg # 164):
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"I assumed Kree planned it properly beforehand. Like you said, it was hasty of me to think of it as a proper war. I don't like spy-games as what it is now."

Feyamir follows after Kree, but beforehand responds to Justin with almost painful tone. It seems to almost hurt him to admit to a mistake.

   Orlin snorts "Plans are nice, and intel is better, but we really aren't here to fight a war.  This is a blow through and leave with the merchant empire burning at our backs.  They don't deserve any more attention than that.  Lighting fires isn't a bad idea, I get the feeling they fancy themselves untouchable."

Khovar nodded to the woman who brought him to the entrance of the sewers, with his cocky smile and made his way inside. He stayed as much as possible to the shadows keeping quiet listening for any noises as he moved towards the area he was told the others would be.

Khovar came to an area when he heard faint voices. He moved towards the edge of the light. He seen the one called Kree who he was told would be here.

Khovar cleared his throat and spoke with a bit of mischief in his voice."Oi, it be good I be friendly. Lady Brie sent me in da help ya. What be we be gettin in ta?"

  Kree stopped  and Turned..Ivy  leaned againt the tunlle  wall but he ws more ready then he appear.

  ..Did she now? We are on an....extended...part of a Mission... I seek to got   to the Merchant's  quarter,  and  set  thignbs  afire, and ..hopefully kill a few of the Merchant Lords  in the act.. if all goe s well.. I hopwe to return to the Docks and  sail  down river to the Timber.....I have offered my comrades the Choice  on whether to come with me... or go to the Beggar's guild and clean out the  leaders who bow to the Merchant Lords..or?.. simply leave, and await us on the ship.... What is your Name?

Khovar listens intently a crooked smile crossing his face and nodding. He looks over at Ivy and gives him a nod looking him quickly up and down. He stops to think for a bit then speaks.

"I be all up fer a bit a fun. Boss Reedrick, sent me ta help ya, so point me in da direction ya want me ta play. If it be a bit a fire or endin da bad one matters not ta me. I be wonderin dho fire be a bit dangerous, aint ya dhinkin? Dat is if'n ye can contain it instead. Be 'ell burnin da town down widh em not ta blame, but if'n dat be it, so be it."

Khovar waited to see what the answer might be to his question.

  kree simply said,..Mok is a blight on the river  banks.. they hide, and help slavers.. they truck witht eh Catfolk ..and to be  flat out  truthful..the Sand folk are not  near the  honorable  people the CAt Folk are, even though we have killed our fair  share.

  Di, and Human woman, and Lucy, a Half elf-Catfolk breed  stands  near the   branch  Kree  is going to take.

  ..the city is made of  Mud, brick and  dog offal... But the merchant Lords have  fine  silks, parchment  and  well made wood  from  the  elves, who..they seem to despise?.. so?.. if  we  burn th Merchant's  quarter.. I will not be sad... they can throw thier gold at it, see if it puts out the fire... If the poorer part of the city suffers   a bit?  well..maybe, they'll be more careful, on what scum they give the power to...

 at  any rate, the sister Moons chase each other across the sky.. this is work that needs  down now..before  it is full undestood, that we have survived, and come back

Khorvar gave a slight laugh and his crooked smile widened as he stood there with his harms folded.

"I be followin ya. It be no skin off me arse, ifn dhey get a bit a what be comin ta em. So where we be startin? A bit a strong spirit burns good, ifn we got any, dho it be a waste. Dat be unless ye got somedin da works better. Da we take care a any dat be leavin da burnin buildins?"

Khorvar again waited for his answer trying to hide the excitement on his face and in his eyes.

 ,,This girl? she's going to show us the way..when we  get to the entrance, we will set waht we can do... any guards  were  silver  badges  on thier Helms, are   free to die... if yu see troops without  any Gold or  silver.. do not give them too much leeway.. serving the Merchant Lords  is taking the coin, they have  taken from others..and it woud be real nice, not to have any of  my people die this day..

  He  Nodss to Inda  and the girl walks up the right  side of the 'stream' Followed  bY Kree and Ivy, behind them  Di and Lucy...

 Waits with the others.

Khorvar tuyrned towards the one that spoke and gave a snort, then a laugh.

"So dere be odher dhat be finally talkin. Me mum would a cuffed me ears fer dat she would. (Again he gave a slight laugh) I be Khorvar Bloodstone, as ye be seein I be a member a da Crimson Arrows. (He points at the pin.) Just hired on I did, but been doin dis stuff all me life. Now what bout da rest a ya?"

Khorvar looked the others over.

  Kree raises   a Hand  as he keeps walking,..Kree..Quickshadow

  Ivyain Nightbalde....

 the  human  woman said, ..Diana...

 The   cat-folkish  one said,..Lucy...

 the tiny voice in the lead said,..Inda

Justin Haveslane, Devout oft Eta he introduces extending his hand in friendship. Once the group moves off he takes up the rear.
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After introducing herself, Diana moved to the right flank, taking her usual place.  Or, it seemed like it was her usual place.

In reply to Diana Hunt (msg # 178):

Lucy wrinkled her nose at the smells from the sewer.  It took her several minutes to adjust to the smells, and not be overwhelmed.

When she had adjusted, she took her place in front, along side whoever was guiding them to the Merchants Quarter.

Dwarves were always so rough and brusk, but atleast they have always seemed trustworthy.  ot knowing the dwarf she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt "They call me Stardancer Master Dwarf...What, again, do they call you?" she asked in a soft voice.

Khorvar nodded to each and shook their hands of those that were offered. He made sure to give each a good solid grasp. He then looked at the female who called herself Stardancer and tried not to stare. He had heard of these creatures, but never seen on till now.

"I be called Khorvar Bloodstone. I got ta be sayin ya be somtin ta look at."

He could not help but look her over hard now scratching at his beard a bit bewildered.

Dwarves, Niphre thought. She introduced herself and stood somewhat at the back.