You all stand just outside of the eastern slums of the city proper. Few people move about, visibly, at this time as the sun has taken leave of the day. Your quarry lies within the keep nestled at the heart of the capital city of Syfera. To simply kidnap the target, or do you toss the kingdom into disarray by attempting to assassinate the witch of a queen Media. The only thing standing in your way is indecisiveness and the royal guard that acts as both a garrison and police force.

Strangers in this unknown land, some of you men to boot, in many cases you would be put in chains on sight. So far only your luck and good fortune has saved you from capture. Luckily there is no true time frame, except this arbitrary 20 cycles before your ride returns in your ticket home. A map and information of your intended target has fallen into your hands, provided by your benefactors toady, paints a near complete path into the keep of the Queen.

It seems that fortune has provided your group with many possibilities to accomplish task. It seems as if the fickle lords of chaos are watching your progress with amused interest. You swear you hear the slight tickle in your ears of each of the higher lords placing bets on which way you will accomplish your task. For now your target, a prisoner known as Tenatir, is just out of reach.

Rael shakes his head as if the clear some noise glancing about with a shallow look "What a wonderful place... lets not try to die here.. or worse."

He glance about "Lets locate that inn... and see how we would conduct our business from there."

"Eclair since you are the most human looking female in our midst if we need to talk with officials I suggests you'd be our mouth... but perhaps it would be best to seek the slums... perhaps we could get more information on the situation and even hire some men with "scrupulous" morals to act as a diversion."

He rub his chin his eyes scanning the street "If we could lay our hands on this Tara I feel we could convince her to aid us and be the key to our success."

[Private to GM: Rael seek out any beggars or street urchins]
[Private to Rael Gol: 09:36, Today: Secret Roll: The Grey Lords, on behalf of Rael Gol, rolled 20 using 1d100. Search. -pass. You do see a "man of the evening" off near a recessed doorway. He looks half asleep and exhausted]
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I think we should find this inn and get out of the streets..Since men are basically slaves and I am a rather large man covered in blood...I might maybe be noticed...

Angrboda looks at Viktor as he speaks of being caught, "I am going to cast a spell on the three of you now, don't worry it is merely an illusion." she assures them as she checks the disguise she used on Rael.


11:47, Today: Angrboda rolled 61 using 1d100. Disguise. TN: 100
11:49, Today: Angrboda rolled 33 using 1d100. Disguise.

One disguise for me, one for Rael.

Spending 12 MP and casting Liken Person 3 times to make them appear to be women.

Looks around for something to wash up in...maybe a stream or trough or something to get the blood cleaned off...So am I a sexy red head?  Do we have anything to trade to the innkeeper?




21:50, Today: Viktor rolled 53 using 1d100. Locate a stream or source of water.

21:50, Today: Viktor rolled 56 using 1d100. get completely cleaned.
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After several minuets of preparation and accessories, Angrboda is able to work her magic and get the group passable, night time being a great help. Moving forward into the slums Viktor takes a few seconds with a barrel of rainwater, or at least he hopes it is, and washes him/herself clean.

After a few moments of waiting for Viktor, a voice calls out from the darkness.
"Are Miladies out looking for a bit of evening entertainment?"
A thin man emerges from a shadowy doorway. He is dressed in gaudy finery, tight hose, with ruffles everywhere. A tired look on his face points to an accepted fate of his potential occupation.
"For but one sliver of a coin apiece I can help make the night seem much brighter. Wine and adventure for all, if that be your tastes, and times being what they are."

Rael speaks in a whisper that he tries to make sound huskier "An interesting notion but we require a guide. Can you take us to the Black Lizard Tavern? a silver for your troubles and another when we get there."

Angrboda disguise was a work of craftmenship he was highly impressed by it. And her spell weaving was just as impressive, he just had to hope it would hold until they would be safely tucked in the tavern inn.

Angrboda do I sound like a man or a woman? as "his" usual voice croaks out, he feels better since he is no longer covered in guts and blood...
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Lars smiles to himself. Its the first time he witnessed the game as a woman. He also realizes that an illusion may not cover his voice and watches intently the man's reaction to Rael. If he is recognized as a man, then the stranger may have to be dealt with ... with extreme prejudice.

The man of the evening moves a bit more forward into the moonlight allowing the group a far better view. "A guide, yes that is an interesting notion. A place of good drinks and revelry? Mistress must be new to the trade... Ahh ha I see, yes, are you on a hunt? After the fabled midnight snipe?" He stretches a bit, allowing the moonlight to play off of the hose that clung tightly to his thin and muscular legs. "See anything you like? Lucky for you I came along, there are all sorts of hooligans about. Is it a party for all of you then mistress? Should I be helping you find a nice private dance hall instead?"

Taking a step forward, he reaches out and grabs Rael daintily by the hand. "Your sisters do love playing the good joke. I will however play along as it has been a slow night. It has been some time since I've played the tracking hound. Do you have a collar?" He moves the ruffles near his neck to the side exposing his neck. He looks at your group in expectation "I must however insist on a bit of coin first mistress."
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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: "Ai wetr Fo pe antstrles a ng trcknd ma wit."] 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.

Viktor walks into the door...trying to be quiet...if he is noticed...he will try to play off the bartender...





20:38, Today: Viktor rolled 10 using 1d100. Move Quiet.
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Rael sighed, this must be a subtle work a work for a man like him. He really hated that notion but they had to take care of the guards quickly and fast. He backtrack long enough to take the steaming mug Eclair had not drank.

He took one of the slaver drugs from his belt, dipping his blade in it and pouring the rest into the drink. The knife he set in his sleeve, for easy reach.

Standing in the shadows he quickly toss down the disguise Angroboda had fashioned for him, it was a pity as it was a master craft of disguise but he figured his true form would better fit. He adjusted his clothing enough to what he thought would be a seductive form. Held the mug in his hand and walked toward the guards trying to imitate the gait of the arm candy they saw outside.

"One special drink for the lady Lessanda and a toy to play with..." he says in a slurry slutty voice... pausing as he spots the guards "Which of you are Lessanda?" he tried to sound surprised and astounded and hope that the pulsing of his heart that seem so strong they surely must have heard it would not give him away.

Rael does his best to slut himself up, taking notes from the encounter with the guide just moments before. Eclair, seeing Rael walking downstairs with little attempt at stealth takes the opportunity to dive in behind the wine racks just moments before Rael announces his presence.

The two guards look up, startled and confused. The furthest one squints her eyes at Rael "Who?" The one sitting nearest the stair turns around, sees Rael strutting his stuff as he walks down the stairs, and backhand waves at the furthest guard. "Yeah, That's me, it's uhh My Birthday, and they stuck me here. I could use a bit of cheering up!"

Rael Saunters over to the table offering the drink to the guard closest to the stairs. "Well then, This is drink is on the house. Sorry I do not have one for your friend, Maybe she can get one for herself while I help make today's trouble go away?" he says in as sultry a husky voice as he can muster.

The other guard grumbles a bit, gets up and starts to head for the stairway.

Rael starts to work his magic, keeping the attention of that guard occupied who does take a drink from the mug offered.

At this time the rest of the group makes it in the back door, noticing the one of the guards heading over to the stairs, and Eclair hiding in the shadows just at the base.

Rael plays the arm candy to the best of his ability, his inexperience with women was showing with luck it would endearing as much as Young Kingdom men were into virgins.

He just wanted for the drug to work its way so that he could ease up a bit and clear the way for his compatriots.

Eclair smiles at the subterfuge and giggles a bit at "slutty Rael" though making sure it is silent. God, she hoped men didn't loot as stupid as that when women seduced them or women looked at bad as they when they were seducing. It was a really funny thing to watch from the sidelines. That said, she considered the situation and kept her weapon ready. This would buy them time, but she could not be sure how much.

She waited for the guard to go unconscious and kept herself in the shadows.

starts to walk down the stairs and runs into the other guard head on...



Hello cloudbunny....i will poor you some wine downstairs...see my new axe someone gave me to pay off their debt...
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The departing guard stumbles into Viktor as she starts up the stairs. "Who you calling cloudbunny? I aint no stinkin slaver, Now outa my way. I got business to attend to!"  She not so gently begins to shove Viktor to the side.

The first guards face falls blank and she begins to stare off into the distance. Rael breathes a sigh of relief as he sees the decoction take effect. No longer needing to dance, Rael slides away from the first guard and slowly approaches the second. cautiously he puts his hand on the dagger, not wanting to draw blood, but setting himself up to if needed.

Reaches over and grabs the guard by the head and slams her back against the blade of his axe...Don't push me Cloudbunny bitch!



15:09, Today: Viktor rolled 63 using 1d100. damage to guard.
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Rael try to make his way as stealthy as possible toward the other guard when a woman with a giant axe... must be Viktor slams the guard. Rael shudder with such vulgar display of violence but he tried to get within striking position of the guard if she was still up and able.

Angrboda cringes at the directness of Viktor's attack.  Stepping quickly to the side she plunges her dagger into the guards side and attempts to cover his mouth, dragging him down the steps.

OOC:  17:51, Today: Angrboda rolled 60 using 1d100. dagger attack th 120.

Don't know what to roll for the secrecy attempt.

There was a brief moment, a flash in the guards eyes, that caused her to reel back for a second. Everyone standing around watching as the guard begins to shove the disguised Viktor aside only to see a slight shimmer about Viktors features when the guard makes contact. This brief contact seems to cause the spell to waver for a second alerting the guard that something was up. Taking a quick step back she is able to get just outside of Viktors reach.

"Wha, What's going on here, Aleta?" She turns her head to see the first guard sitting in the chair with a complete blank on her face and Rael moving forward. Seeing that things are about to take a turn for the worse you see her raise her gauntleted hands and form a fist. The bronzed edges raise along the knuckles forming a sharp quill ridge. Taking a step forward she aims for the face of Viktor with a wild swing hoping to drive him off balance. While the swing does not connect, it does succeed in knocking Viktor off balance. Taking the opportunity to dash up the stairs, with obvious intent to get the rest of the bar, she barrels up the stairs right into Angrboda's waiting dagger.

The shock of the dagger hitting home sticks the call about to be made in her throat, escaping as only a hiss of breath. Angrboda quickly clamps her hand around the guards head and over her mouth, of which the guard promptly bites. Quickly back peddling the guard breaks from Angbroda's grasp, taking the dagger lodged in her gut, with her.


Eclair can get a free action based on proximity, same with Rael. Everyone else Lets see actions (which will be resolved after Eclair an Rael's actions)
As for trying to "force" silence with a hand over the mouth, a good Brawl/Wrestle attempt for someone who has "full" actions


[Private to Viktor: 20:19, Today: The Grey Lords, on behalf of Viktor, rolled 24 using 1d100. Dodge.-Pass
20:20, Today: The Grey Lords, on behalf of Viktor, rolled 88 using 1d100. Agility.-Fail]
[Private to Angrboda: 20:06, Today: The Grey Lords, on behalf of Angrboda, rolled 35 using 1d100. Dodge/intercept (Get past Viktor on Stairs). - pass
20:23, Today: The Grey Lords, on behalf of Angrboda, rolled 24 using 1d100. The Silent Treatment(Brawl) - Pass
20:29, Today: The Grey Lords, on behalf of Angrboda, rolled 61 using 1d100. STR v STR. -Fail (As before it seems as if the dagger is lodged into something and is torn out of your grasp as the guard breaks free)]

A gut wound was a bad news for the guard, she would die and die badly. "Listen to me, you are are bleeding badly, and would die horribly shortly. Surrender now and I will give you treatment that would give you a chance to survive." he tells the guard pointing at his pouch "I am an apothecary, I can help you if you surrender."

[Private to GM: Rael still had the knife in his sleeve, if the guard would attempt anything save surrender he would toss it aiming at the spot between her eyes.]

Eclair sees the situation devolved entirely too rapidly for her liking. Noting that the close confines of the cellar were just the right type of place for her short sword to do its most trusted of work, she pulled the blade from its sheath and stepped in behind the panicking guard. She made to grab the woman's chin and stab the blade up between her ribs in a quick motion. It wasn't the strike of a warrior but an assassin and that was what this work was, murder.

21:58, Today: Eclair rolled 7 using 1d4+5. dmg.

21:58, Today: Eclair rolled 66 using 1d100. Attack Blaze Fire. She attempted to hold the struggling guard tightly as she drove the blade in, pressing her chin up and in to hold in the scream. Eclair's eyes remained flat as she worked. She did seem to be grimacing a bit with the effort.

Falls on his ass and stays off to the side on the stairs out of everyone's way...That sure didn't go as planned.  Sorry I just let a girl kick my ass.

The combined efforts of everyone present is enough to overwhelm the single coherent guard. Blood spurts out onto Eclair as she is able to finish the job. Making sure that the body does not clatter to the floor, Eclair holds on to the body as life drains out. Beyond all efforts to remain silent a single solitary CLANG pierces the muffled excitement as Angrboda's dagger slips free from the body during the struggle. [Private to Angrboda: You swear you hear a tiny hickup.] Tensions set everyone on edge, Did those above hear the commotion? The dagger fall sounds like a church bell ringing in your ears, how could anyone NOT hear it.

People pick themselves up and begin to gather things back together. Looking around there seems to be very little actual hiding spaces for the body, luckily, there is little blood. The commotion at the base of the stairs will be easy to hide from the casual observer. The guard that Rael was able to subdue is still sitting in her chair staring blankly into the distance. Each of the guards was wearing the now familiar red hose and polished bronze ring armor of the royal guard. The table contains the remains of a bottle of wine, a few silver coins, and a pile of tattered playing cards. Hanging over the back of the chair that the now deceased guard was occupying you see her sword belt containing another one of the long swords that seems to be fairly common in this kingdom.

Scanning the cellar you see very little out of the ordinary with the exception of two royal guards stationed in an otherwise nondescript area. [Private to Lars K'Rusome: Near the chair of the now dead guard you see a sack sitting on the ground.]

...and she was dead before she had even time to think over Rael offer. There was no more time to waste energy on his murderous allies... although he had no doubt they would turn on him without a flinch.

Rael quickly turn while Eclair was busy sending the guard to pits of hell back toward the guard under the drug. Standing in front of her so that the others would not have it easy murdering her as well.

"Stand up..." he commends her "...and open the secret passage." now it was time to see if the drug worked as Rael thought it would.

Retrieving her dagger Angrboda looks around, "Well, this is awkward.  Where are we going to put that body?" she says as she tries to find the secret passage.  "Ah, there you are." she announces happily when she finds it.

OOC:
11:31, Today: Angrboda rolled 10 using 1d100. search tn 70.

Rael, once again saddened by the general carnage, turns and gets back to what he needs to do. He orders the guard to open the way into the castle. The guard stiffly stands and begins to move away from the table.

A mere second later, Angrboda happens to notice that one of the barrels seems to have had a bit more traffic than the rest. Moving over and playing with the extremely large barrel she discovers that the second one from the stairs is indeed hollow. However there appears to be no latch or opening mechanism on the outside of the barrel.

Meanwhile the guard shuffles her way down the line of barrels to the far side. Approaching the last barrel she faces into the corner behind the last barrel. A small well oiled "snick" is heard from the barrel that Angrboda is playing with. When the guard retrieves his hand you hear a second click. Then it dawns on you, Two people are needed to open the latch from this side.

Rael orders the guard to once again open the door, but this time to hold the latch until he say's otherwise. Angrboda waits for the oiled snick, uses the fake bung as a doorknob, and pulls the heavy "door" open. It slides open with ease, the latch and hinge mechanism looks as if it can easily open from the inside. In addition a large scissor like bar with a coiled piece of metal at the top provides a pullback action allowing the door to gently slide shut on it's own.

Behind the entrance is a rough hewn tunnel, excavated through the soft earth, and braced with thick and robust beams. The tunnel is extremely dark, and there is barely just enough room for two people to move through the tunnel side by side. While there is little in the way for headroom, it is comfortable enough (with the exception of Viktor) to walk completely upright. Luckily there is an unlit torch on the wall just under the stairs, otherwise the only other mobile source of light that you can see are the few candles on the guards table.

Rael stands next to the guard and command her "Tell me, are there any guards at the other side and if there are is there a password or some gesture to let them know friends pass by?"

walks down the steps and towards everyone else...Should I smash the body into this barrel, if you need me too I could probably chop off her arms first...

walks over and grabs the pile of silver coins and takes a drink of the wine...Angrboda here take these silver coins and put them with the rest of ours...


22:31, Today: Viktor rolled 32 using 1d100. Stuff body in barrel.
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Viktor sees an old barrel off in the corner opposite the stairs behind the wine racks. He unceremoniously grabs the dead guard and hefts her over. The old barrel is luckily empty. Viktor tosses the body to the floor and begins to strip the body of her armor. After several minuets Viktor is able to get the ringmail off. Taking far more joy than seems to be necessary, Viktor begins to stuff the body into the barrel.

Meanwhile

Still holding the latch, the drugged guard answers Rael's inquiries. "There are no guards, just the gazebo, and the garden."

Trying to hide the creepy smile on his face...Anyone need any extra armor? finished stuffing the body into the barrel along with her belongings that are not wanted by the group...he sees a cigarette looking item tucked under her ear...he puts it to his mouth and lights it with a nearby candle...AHH that is some good smoke....
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"I am surrounded by psychopaths..." Rael mumbles to himself softly while shaking his head. He glance up at the others "So our way is clear with no guards at the other side." he tells the others.

"When is your shift over?" he asks the guard, it would give them the time frame they had to operate and their best course of action.

"Guardhouse in keep, Guards on patrol, We just started, 6 cycles."

Acrid smelling smoke wafts from the rolled item that Viktor chooses to light up from the candle on the table.

Updated
Map 0 - Keep and grounds
Map 1 - Tavern
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Smashes out his smokey treat and puts it on the table with the cards...Rael ask her what 6 cycles consist of...I believe we only have 20 cycles to get this mission done and get back to our pick up point. puts the lid on the barrel containing the corpse.

Rael shakes his head slightly and say in an amused voice "You truly have no capacity for subtly ah, Victor?" shaking his head he adds "You want to know how long a cycle is, its a hard question but I'll try."

"You, tell me how long is a cycle..." he asks the guard.

Glancing at the others "My feeling is that a cycle is about an hour time, it would fit the best with what we know so far. If this is true we have some six hours, enough for stealth."

"Angrboda, can you weave us an illusion to appear like the guards? maybe we could appear like a group of guards taking a prisoner ..." at that he nods at Viktor "... the the cells."

The guard gets a confused look on her face. "The bell chimes every cycle." Thinking back to the times that you have heard a bell you realize that you have heard 2 such bells since you have arrived, one of which has been recent. Best approximation would put the cycle to be slightly longer than an hour.

Khazim's voice, after his long silence, slightly startles everyone "I think, based on what Valmir stated, that Viktor is a much better goon than prisoner. His course actions may best suit the role. Besides, it looks as if the suit that he removed would fit him nicely, the red offsets his eyes."

Angrboda sighs as she looks into the secret passage, "I'm sorry, I only have limited amounts of magic I can cast.  Since you insist on planning this assault as we go I am going to need to reserve something for when we are fighting our way out.  Which seems to be what is going to happen." she shakes her head and moves into the tunnel.

Welcome Khazim...I will be the prisoner and Rael should put on this guard uniform or Angrboda if she prefers..is Lars still with us?Finishes cleaning his beautiful axe with a piece of guard clothing...

Rael rolls his eyes at Angrboda words "We are working according to plan... just improvising as things change... you know you need to keep an open mind..." he shakes his head "Well if you can't use magic, you can use your skills in disguises..."

He glance at Khazim "I agree, Viktor would make a good goon... we have two outfits of guards so how about, Angrboda will remain a slaver, Eclair would change to a guard uniform, Viktor and Lars would pose as goons and Khazim would be disguised as guard... meanwhile I'll be the prisoner."

He glance at the group "Is that sound reasonable?"

Eclair only gave Rael an appraising look before shrugging and replacing what garments she need to with guard clothing. The red hose and green cloak felt a bit wrong but she adjusted to them quickly and grinned as she stowed what she was not wearing in a pack to throw over her shoulder. She had no real attachment to the items, but keeping them was practical for the moment. She strapped on a longsword on her right hip then countered that weight with her shortsword. Her dagger she tucked into her boots then she adjusted the fit a bit. The guard had not been the same size in all the right areas and the hose were a bit tight across the hips and the cloak hung an inch or so short of where she would like it.

One last check then she looked around at the goons and grimaced. "This is a bit much maybe for me but it is the best we can do. Alright, if Angrboda has the front, then Viktor go after, Rael, Khazim, then I and Lars will bring up the rear. Might recommend that Khazim pose as another prisoner though. He isn't the most convincing of females."

She waited her turn to enter the tunnel.

Angrboda laughs at the statement, if this was a plan?  "So do you suppose they often transport prisoners by way of the secret tunnel?  Also, what are you going to do about the drugged guard?  Bring him with us?" she asks, pointing out the glaring flaws in the plan.  Then turns and begins heading towards the keep, trying to figure out an escape plan as she goes.
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Rael shakes his head his voice ice cold "Maybe if you've pulled your head from your ass you'd notice some trivial thing like the fact that the guard is female and if you were listening to anyone beside yourself you'd have heard the guard telling us there is no one at the exit of the tunnel."

He sighs, the woman was grating on his nerve but he needed her to at least cooperate "I do not plan this would be an elaborate disguise just something that would fool a random encounter and give us an excuse to be at the prison cell." He motions at the guard "She could come with us if it would make you feel better but we could leave her here for the next six hours no one would bother to check."

He sighs softening his tone "Angrboda, if you have a better plan to get what we need please share it with us, so far other than being dismissive of the only plan we have you were not very productive... just storming into the castle would lead for battle for sure and while I know how Khazim Eclair and Viktor fight, I doubt even with your considerable sorcerous gifts we could take down a whole castle."

I will follow behind Angrboda...we do have some silver if we need to bribe anyone...should we take the guard or have her pretend she is drunk and passed out..crutches down and enters the opening like a sardine in a tin can...



Would someone hand me a candle from the table so we can light this torch in here?
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Slowly shakes his head at the bickering. "We do not have to bring the prisoner with us. Hogtie, bound feet and hands behind the back generally works. Add a gag, toss them in tunnel behind us. I would not prefer to be without my bow, however, I do understand that in order for this to work we all need to make compromises."

Do you want me to chop up the guard and stick her in the barrel with her friend?smiles and motions to enter the passage...

Rael shoot a glance at Viktor "No... it will be just messy and would leave proofs that might alert others. Better to order her to sit here and act normal. She is under the effect of the drug and will be for some time now."

He glance at Khazim "I guess we could tie her up and gag her and set her up so she would appear to have fallen asleep during her watch."

"My plan, which was discarded for this haphazard ridiculousness, was to get more Intel and have a demon ready to teleport us out when we acquired the man." she explains in exasperation, "Unfortunately that ship has flown.  So now I am stuck in this chaos." she finishes with a smile and turns once more to follow the tunnel.  "I do highly suggest that th bring the guard at least halfway down the tunnel, since you aren't going to kill him."

How about I just punch the guard in the head and knock her out..we leave the cigarette in front of her and splash some alcohol on her so it looks like she passed out..will she remember any of this?

"The vice of alcohol is strong in many, knocked out and "drunk" may be just as good. Rael, do you know how long that potion works? would she stay out till the next shift?"

Khazim begins to remove much of his gear and places it in an empty sack. "I'm not relieving myself of my bow. I'd rather pretend to walk around like the zombie guard, as a prisoner, with the bow unstrung." He motions to the docile guard who is still holding the lever.

He gathers the bag up and cinches the top. Leaving a dagger tucked away, just in case, he hands the bag over to Viktor. "If you are the roll of a prisoner or goon, you would make the best pack mule, given your size and strength. I'm trusting you because we are all following the same trail."
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Tell the guard to sit down and I will give her a nice love tap to knock her out...Grabs the unlit torch from the wall of the passage and walks over to Khazim and grabs his sack and straps it over his back...



10:01, Today: Viktor rolled 5 using 1d100. light torch.

09:59, Today: Viktor rolled 64 using 1d100. knock out guard.
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Rael shake his head as he motion the guard to sit "I am not sure how long would the effect last... a couple of hours for sure... I think the slavers used drug their captives every six hours or so... but that just an assumption."

Once Viktor is done he adjust the guard to appear to be slump on her chair and follow the others into the tunnel.

The group moves about the place preparing the scene. Viktor lends his expert advice on what a drunken binge aftermath looks like. Once things are agreeable, Viktor calmly walks behind the guard and smacks her with the pommel of his Lymorian Axe. She takes a nosedive as she takes the customary drunken slumber position. The group silently falls into step heading down the tunnel while the barrel door silently closes behind them. The tunnel falls into shadowy darkness as the torch flutters from the wind of the closing door.

The tunnel is roughly straight with only minor variation to the grade. After 20 or so minuets you come to a stout wooden ladder heading up roughly 20 feet. At the top of ladder in the flickering darkness you see a wooden door set into a wooden ceiling. Daring a peak, you crack open the door enough to look around. A cool breeze slides into the crack and down into the tunnel. The only view however that you can see is a series wooden posts, much like wooden bars, every direction you can see. It dawns on you, these are not bars, but legs of chars under a table. It seems as if the door opens right in front of a table with several chairs around it. You can hear no other noises about you except for the wind, and the grumbling of those below.

Cautiously you open the door and begin to move out into the night air. Keeping an eye out for roving patrols you see that there are few moving about the garden area. You find yourselves emerging into a spacious gazebo. This eight sided structure offers little in the way of cover from the outside. The only furnishings in the structure is an elegantly carved table with four matching chairs. The door to the tunnel is opposite the main stairway into the gazebo proper. You can tell that you are on the west side of the main compound. Royal Guards lazily walk the upper battlements rarely looking inward to the gardens.

Dressed in your motley assortment of slaver garb and Royal guard gear you should be able to fool those at a distance. The real test is going to come down to when you come face to face with someone who is not bored out of their minds on guard duty.

Oh yeah, updated Maps as well
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Angrboda climbs out into the courtyard, allowing the haughtiness of her ancestors to become a part of her for the moment.  The change is immediately apparent to the group, even though they have only known her for a short time.  Gone is the sarcastic grin, gone is the twinkle in her eye indicating that she views the world as a joke, the carefree slouch slides away to something much more fearful.  Her mouth curls with disdain, as if dealing with everything around her is hardly worth the effort.  Her eyes harden to the point that they look as if they may be made of the hardest stone.  Her face itself somehow dons a cruelness that you cannot fathom unless you have witnessed the atrocities that happen on the Dreaming Isle. "Come, let's get this over with." she says, her voice seeming to want to flay the skin off of your bodies.  She walks forward, her demeanor that of a person not to be trifled with, that of someone who belongs where she is, a person who punishes those who question.

Follows behind Angrboda...Khazim's sack on his back and his mighty axe in his hand...ready to kill at a moments notice...

Eclair notes the shift in stance but chalks it up to good acting or a bad past, but straightens her belt and checks her weapons before moving in behind the rest of the group. They still argued too much though. She supposed that she was equally to blame.

The mask was finally peeled from Angrboda face revealing the monster she was truly was. Real hand was on his venom covered knife, he did not put it past her to sell them all, he would stick that blade into her if that would be the case.

However, since for the time being Angroboda did not betrayed them nor summoned the Lords of Chaos to feast on their souls, Rael followed playing his role as best as he could.

Time for skill checks.
Last second to adjust yourselves before heading into the lionesses mouth.
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Did skill ups already for: Viktor, Lars, Khazim