Case reaches up to try to give the troll a hotfoot to help Johnny to dislodge him.

OOC

00:23, Today: Case Morrow rolled 18 using 1d20.  help johnny.
+5 (so 21)

Ivan watched the goings-on with a jaundiced eye. Bloody thing was surfing their van! Pity he couldn't shoot it for that.

"Don't those things know its rude to touch another fella's ride?" He pulled out his pistol and took aim at a larger toe...

OOC-taking an aim action.

Case counts as two extra people for the well-placed hotfoot. Between the others, one other person can be a lookout for obstacles, so that's a total of four, which gives Johnny +3 for this test. Since there may very well be gunfire after this, I am open to going into combat rounds after Johnny's test.

Johnny feels the van going into a reverse wheelie and immediately twists the handlebars and leans to shift the bike into a nose spin...only, that's not how any of this works in a van.

21:17, Today: Johnny Ichii rolled 5 using 1d20, rerolling max.  Land Vehicle .

I'd need a 13 or better on my last Possibility. Those are not odds I like.

Urk's move toward the front of the van lifts the back wheels off the pavement. Unfortunately, those are the drive wheels, and as such the van stalls in place. Urk's friends cheer and run toward him, and Urk jumps off, taking a bow.

With all wheels back in contact, the group can either leave or stay and fight them.

Case looks at the troll taking his bow and then back to Johnny, "Doesn't look like they mean to fight, just screw with the tourists to have a laugh.  Let's go."

In reply to Case Morrow (msg # 67):

"In that case, speed up. They wanna do more than show off and act like an ass, we will be ready." Jacob said, still aiming the Webly pistol just in case.

The trolls offer a quick thumbs-up as the van continues along Amager Boulevard. The slight foot-shaped dent in the roof does not affect its performance noticeably.

After a minute, the road narrows to a two-lane bridge. The bridge, however, is currently being blocked by a few dozen humanoids in brown robes. The hooded robes prevent identifying anyone's gender or race. They keep their hands tucked in their sleeves and move in the same direction across the bridge as you intend to go, but very slowly. Once the van comes to a stop, low chanting can be heard from them.

"Do you think there is a parade in front of them?" Case asks curiously as he glances to the side of the bridge to see if it has a pedestrian walkway or even a bike lane.  He then partially stands and leans out the window to try to see in front of the bunch of monks to see if they are just the tail end of some larger religious celebration.

Once stopped, Johnny cranes his head out the window to try and see in from of any of the chanters. He has a vague memory of... something... chanters ... marching slapping themselves in the face with ... the memory is gone as so many similar memories before it.

The chanters block the entirety of the bridge. At their current pace, it will take about a half hour for them to reach the other side. Once they get across, the GPS indicates the road will widen again and cross streets will appear, allowing for an easy bypass.

A quick assessment of the situation yields several options immediately:

1. Back up to a cross street on this side and detour to a new bridge. The GPS indicates a bridge to the north and another one to the south. They appear equidistant. Whether this will be faster than waiting depends on how much traffic is detouring that way.

2. Follow them in the van and wait for them to cross.

3. Follow them on foot. They are moving slowly, so it would be easy enough to catch up to them and see if you can get someone to talk. Once you see if they're in a talkative mood, you can easily move back to the van and cross when they're done.

4. Try to scare them into moving faster with gunfire or other similar loud noises. Something about that just doesn't feel right, but the thought does cross your mind.

These are not the only options; you are free to try other ideas.

"Lean on the horn?" Jacob suggested. Just running down the reglious nuts seemed wrong, but they had places to be. Needless to say, Jacob had very mixed feelings about religion these days.

"No, that would be rude," Case says over his shoulder as he hops out of the van.  The skinny young man walks ahead to the monks and without a hint of irony asks one of the chanters, "So where are you headed and what religion do you follow?"
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Two of the chanters break off from the main group to talk to you. The taller one (just over 6 feet) begins speaking.

"I have recently pledged devotion to Asten, the elven goddess of secrecy. Her temple was brought here by Eruvel Cathfaine, who guides the elves here in Copenhagen. Eruvel is a former knight in the Army of Light. I hear they may join the city council."

"Yes, the Cathfaine has allowed us access into Frederiksberg for our daily pilgrimage. We meditate at the temple and then return. Although yesterday,..." The shorter one's voice trails off.

"Yes, that plane flying so low over us as we walked! I don't know if it made it to the airport. It seemed to be heading too far north and was too low. And loud, as a result of that. It was very hard for us to meditate thinking about what might have happened to them."
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"Neat!  I haven't seen many elves yet and Asten sounds interesting.  My folks were Episcopalian but they only went to church a few times a year.  Pretty boring."  Case looks puzzled a moment and then asks, "So does Asten help the elves live in secrecy and protect them when there is trouble?"

When the monks mention the low flying loud plane, the American doesn't really show a reaction at first and then lights up suddenly as you can almost visualize a light bulb spring to life over his head, "Oooh...say the plane wasn't pink was it?  Bright pink?"

The shorter monk answers, "Not pink, a dull gray. And it wasn't like the normal plane sound either." He/she (hard to tell from the voice and the loose-fitting robe) imitates a sound like a propeller.

The taller one jumps in, "Yeah, that's it! As for Asten, her worship is focused on chants and meditations to clear the mind so it can discern the knowledge that is hidden spiritually around us, making us better at whatever we do. Over time, it is designed to help us distinguish truth from falsehood, and make what is secret known to us."

Case face falls a little when it doesn't seem like Fate delivered Bruno to Copenhagen.  He does grin at the thought of JJs surprise if they managed to stumble across it and steal it back for her.  Though he supposes someone would have to learn how to fly a plane to make that happen.  He adds it to his mental checklist as he focuses his attention again.

With the taller one's explanation he adds an erudite, "Huh," as he chews over the information.  The Instructors didn't like God very much and made sure to point out how stupid and silly it all was when the issue came up.  And there was punishment if you did something really dumb like waste time praying instead of 'getting with the Program'.  Not that praying helped.  Though now it seemed silly not to believe, Case just wasn't sure in what though and there seemed a lot to choose from.

"Well I can sometimes see secrets if I concentrate really hard on something," he says helpfully.  "Thanks for talking with me."

The young man trots back to the van and swings back into his seat.  "They seemed nice," he remarks and then adds seriously, "Seems like a big prop plane came in low yesterday.  They weren't sure it made it to the airport but unless the pilot was very lucky, I'd bet they were working for the raiders considering they'd have to cross a bit over Asyle's boundary to get here.  The Council would have told us if they sent knights ahead of us.  It might be Brother Laplace but seems to me he was already in the city yesterday, not just arriving.  And I don't think the French would use a prop plane anymore.  So maybe someone else is playing."

Case looks out the window and smiles.  The shift in demeanor a bit noticeable.  "I don't think they'll take long to cross the bridge, and the view is interesting while we wait."

Ivan nodded at the news, but his attention was on the chanters. "Elven monks. I hear that they put their magic into their fighting instead of tossing fireballs like the rest of them." He sighed wistfully. "Love to fight one."

The two monks who were talking to Case return to the crowd of congregants. After a couple of minutes, a lane opens up enough to allow traffic to pass through.

You arrive at City Hall and are quickly ushered into the Mayor's office after they verify your Delphi Council badges.

This is the end of the scene. Destiny Cards will reset to five, then anyone can discard one card and replace it.

No discards.

HWH

(Happy With Hand)

Yeah, my cards are decent.

Ooc-Discarding Nemisis and Romance for a possibility each and drawing two new cards. Unless anyone else wants them.

I'm good here.
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