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.