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Title: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on March 03, 2007, 03:30:57 AM
The S.N.E.A.K.S. headquarters is a granite block building with wood trim. It's three stories tall, which puts it much higher than the other buildings. The only other buildings are forges and other merchants. You were given the position and ordered to be there early in the morning. Most of the forges were only just starting, and the apprentices were mostly bleary eyed.

At the entrance stood an elf with slightly blue hair, his arms folded, his foot tapping the ground. "You're late," he stated as the first one of you arrived.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on March 03, 2007, 03:57:52 AM
"My apologies."
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on March 03, 2007, 06:34:23 AM
Rashial, coming in behind Solon, continues to look around down at the ground, looking at the building and the feet of the people around.  He looks up, into the eyes of the elf, and softly says, "So sorry...," his voice trailing off.  Then he mumbles very quietly, "No, no...not...no, no...," continuing to look around at the feet of those near him.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Jade Knight on March 03, 2007, 07:27:54 AM
Orfeo remains hanging upside down, bat-like, from an overhanging rooftop, watching the exchange below, not intending to interrupt the three.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Onion of Death on March 03, 2007, 10:54:34 AM
"*mumble, mumble* ... apologies..."

Olan studies the elf, loses interest quickly, and starts looking around the room for anything out of the ordinary. He waits until the elf says something else before taking any other actions.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Tjaeden on March 04, 2007, 04:42:02 PM
"Oh man, I'm so terribly late."

It looks as if Keating just got out of bed - ruffled clothes, unkept hair, and he has not shaved.
But, relying on his personal charm, he gives the elf one of his best grins.

"I'm sure this won't be a problem - will it?"
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on March 05, 2007, 01:50:01 AM
((if we could do a bit more calling your character's name out till we get used to who controls who, that would be great))

Magnisin scowled. You get the impression however, that he would scowl even if told by the woman he loved that she had just inherited a vast estate and was giving it to him. "Enter please." It came out as more of a command than a request. He gestured to the door.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on March 05, 2007, 05:32:17 AM
Rashial looks up at Magnisin quietly, runs his eyes up and down his figure, then begins to step forward without confidence.  A few steps forward he stops, looks up and raises one of his eyebrows at Magnisin, almost sarcastically, then shakes his head and steps through the door, again mumbling something incoherantly apologetic as he passes the Elf.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Onion of Death on March 05, 2007, 04:05:22 PM
Olan takes a swig from one of his flasks, puts it back into his jacket, and enters.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Shrain on March 05, 2007, 05:43:50 PM
Esmerelda Safire stealthily joins the procession of new hires, and the blue-haired elf doesn't notice. She smiles and toys with her bracelet as she follows the party inside.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on March 05, 2007, 06:17:14 PM
Dink is the last new team member to show up. He is holding a small pile of semi-detached pieces of metal and wiring and springs. His electronic eyes narrow as he studies what's in his hand. He stops for a moment, almost in front of the elf, and starts fiddling with some of the pieces with a sort of tool. Until he notices the scowl on the elf's face. Grateful his metallic body isn't capable of blushing, he hurries into the building, where the secretary is directing you all to a conference room with very uncomfortable.

"Sit," Magnisin says as he enters the room, closing the door behind him.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on March 06, 2007, 01:41:53 AM
Rashial sits.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on March 06, 2007, 01:51:06 AM
Solon gives Keating a look of anger and hatred, but remains silent as he enters and seats himself.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Shrain on March 06, 2007, 03:42:31 AM
Esmerelda looks sideways at Solon and then back to Keating. She trundles over and sits between the two. Elbowing Keating, she whispers, "Looks like the politicking has already begun, doesn't it?"
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Jade Knight on March 06, 2007, 04:41:47 AM
Orfeo tries to generally find a comfortable sitting position among the others, eventually hopping up onto Rashial's shoulder, nestling down and trying to act like there is nothing at all unusual about sitting on the shoulder of a complete stranger.  After he gets settled down, he rests his arms on his legs, and his chin on his fists, looking generally bored.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on March 06, 2007, 05:48:58 PM
Manisin marched past the secretary into the meeting room where the others were waiting. "Very well, I suppose it's time for introductions. I am Magnisisn Brechtil Bendorial. You may call me Maester Bendorial. I am your liason for S.N.E.A.K.S. Anything you want to know, you come to me. Anyone who tries to go over my head will be immediately terminated. And I don't mean fired. I give your assignments and missions. No one else is authorized to do this. Freelance work is prohibited, and discovery that you have been moonlighting will also result in termination. You will need to sing this non-competition, non-disclosure agreement."

He passed around a form that was several pages long. Each person was given 5 copies. "Sign each copy and return them to me. Failure to do so results in termination."

He looked down at all of you. Magnisin Brechtil Bendorial, like all elves, was impossible to impress. It was theorized that elves invented social nuances and customs on the spot simply to make people feel even more inferior. Magnisin, however, had a talent for making people feel worthless even when they'd done well.

"As none of you have any experience with this sort of matters, and we still need a team leader, I will have to choose one of you. Normally we decide these things by a complex and thorough evaluation of your skills and interpersonal abilities. Since we don't have time for that, and it's clear that none of you have any punctuality, we'll skip the paperwork for once and I will appoint..." he hesitated, then stretched his arm out, apparently at random, and pointed at an Illuman among you. "..Solon as your team leader."

He quickly ran down the list of the rest of you. "This is a Tinker Mark III class construct known as Dink. The faery is known as Orfeo. Keating is the human, and the changling is Rashiel. The halfling gypsy is called Esmerelda, and that dwarf is called Olan.

"The seven of you should work together and learn to rely on each others' talents and abilities. Remember that it is not your job simply to get in and out, but to test all of the security measures in the assigned facility. Try to do it without dying. A dead agent means we have to find someone else to go in. Are there any questions?" 


((three notes:
-I really did select the leader at random, using perl random number generator.
-Everything reads better when you write in past tense. Maybe that's just my opinoin. I won't penalize you for doing otherwise, I'm just sayin'.
-The game is much more interesting the more you write. Try to shoot for three sentences in a post. If it's going to be empty words, don't force it, but try to put that much content in, if you can.))
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Onion of Death on March 07, 2007, 06:11:26 AM
Olan looked over the agreement thoroughly before signing it. He huffed a bit at the part about no looting, but found it to be altogether satisfactory. After signing it, he went back to looking over his newfound team members, particularly at the Illuman.

"Hmmmm... a brainiac. He should be amusing," Jobber whispered quietly within the confines of Olan's skull. At this Olan chuckled a bit to himself, then quieted the demon under his breath.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on March 07, 2007, 06:27:25 AM
Upon being sat on by Orfeo, Rashial gave another of his common sarcastic faces to nobody in particular.  After a little less than a minute, he turned his head a little, still looking ahead, and said quietly, "Um, my...I'm Rashial--that is, you can call me that.  Or, rather, you can call me Rashial.  Welcome to my shoulder, come back anytime..." He said with an upward inflection, quieting before Maester Bendorial's speech. 

He looked over the form, reading it, said quietly to himself, "Yeah, I'm sure.  No.  Yes...yes."  Signed it, and passed it or put it where it belonged.  He looked at Orfeo, as though waiting for an answer to a question.  Then smiled slowly, continuing to appear as though he were waiting for an answer.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on March 08, 2007, 05:50:42 PM
Magnisin nodded, but the frown never left his face.
"Very well. You have the day to get organized. Tonight you need to break into the mansion of Lord Col in town and try to steal the statuette of Ophelia the goddess. It is an heirloom and supposedly has some kind of power. You may wish to visit the quartermaster. If there is nothing else?"
He didn't wait for an answer but withdrew from the room.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on March 09, 2007, 05:21:09 AM
Solon read all of the pieces of the contract carefully, making sure there were no surprises. After signing them, he stood up, and looked around the room, at everyone else.

"Alright, everyone. As Master Bendorial has already said, my name is Solon. To my great honor, I have been selected to be your leader. I want you all to know that this is not a responsibility that I take lightly, nor one that I will flaunt. I am sure that there are some of you that I will like more than others."

Solon shot a mean look at Keating.

"Be that as it may though, I will not abuse my power to get back at those that I do not like. I want everyone to be able to play to their strengths, in order to do their best for the team. All of you know what you are good at, and what you might need help with. In addition, you might see or hear something that I do not. That means that we have to communicate, so that we can use all of our talents when they are most needed, and we can cover up our weaknesses as much as possible. In most circumstances, this means that I want you to come to me, if you have a problem, a suggestion, or if there is something you think I need to know. However, since we are trying to infiltrate, there may be times when it is essential to be quick and silent in our communication. As an Illuman, I am psychic, and I have the power to read your minds and to talk to you without speaking. However, like the power of leadership, the power to read minds is one that I am careful not to abuse. Since we will be working together, it would be rude of me to read your mind without your permission. So, if you have any objection to this arrangement, you can speak with me now, or privately, before the mission starts. So, unless anyone has something more to say, I think we should speak to the quartermaster, and then talk again, when we know more."
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on March 09, 2007, 02:01:28 PM
Dink listened to what the Illuman said, trying not to look too closely at his head to determine what structures made the mind reading possible. When he was done, he raised his hand. "Solon, I am reasonably confident that my mind cannot be read. At least, no Illuman has previously been capable of doing so, and every case I've heard of verifies the evidence that Struct minds are undecipherable to Illuman psionics."
He looked down, hoping that he had not made the wrong decision in speaking out.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on March 09, 2007, 06:27:24 PM
Solon said, "That's alright Dink, you did the right thing telling me."
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on March 09, 2007, 09:55:04 PM
When the Illuman stood and spoke, Rashial's eyes strayed from the individual on his shoulder.  He followed the conversation quietly, then looked around.  Looking at Orfeo and smiling softly, then looking back at Solon he said, "He's right...or, that being, you are right, and you're the leader--a good choice.  Or rather..."

Looking rather uncomfortable at speaking out loud, he said suddenly, "Well, lets get on with it," and stood up almost as though his chair had shocked him, "Let us travel to the quartermaster..."  At this point he walked towards Solon in an embarrassed fashion, standing next to him and turning to face the group.

Then, still embarrassed, he said quietly to Solon, "Oh, I'm psychic too.  Or so I'm told.  Or rather, it's been confirmed on some occasions..."  Trailing off to himself quietly as he faded back towards the nearest wall and leaned against it.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Onion of Death on March 10, 2007, 07:39:02 AM
When Solon asked whether there were any objections, Olan replied:

"I wouldn't hurt yourself trying to pick through my mind friend. A few too many backalleys and fog banks, even for someone with your particular talents."

After a second of thought, and a few muttered words to himself, he added something about "the current inhabitants not taking  kindly to your poking around either."

While saying all of this, Olan looked directly into Solon's eyes (or at least, as much as he could given his height), giving the Illuman the distinct impression that any intrusion into the dwarf's psyche was unlikely to end well for either of them.

Having gotten his point across, Olan headed off to the quartermasters, not bothering to wait for anyone who showed even the slightest sign of hesiatance.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Jade Knight on March 10, 2007, 08:01:14 AM
Orfeo looks down at the contracts which had been abandonned, and then up to Solon.

"Hey, I've got some questions!"  He seemed to pay no mind at all to Rashiel.  "So, do we have to sign these, or did that guy 'dispense' with that?  And don't we get to choose if we want this mission or not?  And what's a quartermaster?  A guy who's good with a staff?  Why would we want to visit him?"

Orfeo hopped off of Rashiel's shoulder, and beat his bat-like wings over to hover in front of Solon.  "And what was your name again?"
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on March 10, 2007, 09:42:07 AM
Solon looked at Orfeo a moment before deciding that he was asking in earnest. As he walked toward the quartermaster, Solon replied.

"My name is Solon. Perhaps I can answer your questions. They seemed very adamant about each one of us signing the contract. I don't think that you get to pick your missions, either. And the quartermaster is not necessarily skilled with a quarterstaff. The quartermaster is in charge of providing us with whatever supplies they are willing to give us, and hopefully, he will also be able to give us more specific information as to the nature of our mission. That's why we are going to see him. Do you understand now?"
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Jade Knight on March 10, 2007, 11:19:20 AM
Orfeo made a contorted face for a moment before responding, his eyes frequently darting up to the runes orbiting Solon's head.

"Well, Mr. Solomon Leader Sir, what is paragraph two of section II of the agent manual talking about, then?  I'm new to this whole heist business, and I want to make sure I understand my obligations before I sign my life away.

"And, to make sure I understand you, Leader Solomon, the quartermaster is there to give us swag?  I think I like this job already!  Does he happen to have ammunition, by any chance?  Arrows?  Bolts?  Six-foot Javelins?"  The smile that lit up Orfeo's face showed that he was clearly pleased at the thought of receiving free stuff.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on March 10, 2007, 08:02:22 PM
Rashial stood leaning against his wall, smiling at the little fairy's childlike enthusiasm, and broke into a small, lighthearted chuckle when his face lit up from the speak of ammunition.

"Handsome masters," Rashial started, still as shadowed as he could possibly be in the room, more confident than he had been speaking before, "I don't suppose we could walk and talk?"

Then he spoke quietly, those listening would probably have deciphered him saying, "I can see that. No.  No. I'm not..."  but upon realizing a few faces were still pointing his way, he jolted up, strutted with confidence out of the shadows and said, "Or in your case, little one, we could fly and talk?"

His eyes darted around the room, looking at all the individuals who were still sitting.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on March 11, 2007, 03:18:09 PM
Solon looked at the others. "I agree, it seems pointless to talk more when we know so little. Dink, Safire, Keating, if you would?"

With that, Solon turned back to Orfeo, as he walked down the hall.

"I don't think I can answer either of your questions. I have never met the quartermaster, and I have only read the contract once. However, if you come with us, we will see about the quartermaster soon enough."
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on March 11, 2007, 09:01:43 PM
Dink nodded solemnly. He stood and followed the others. After all, he didn't have any better ideas, though he was sure to get them. He was already imagining a control station where Solon and he could sit and get feedback from teams of the others, relaying orders for how to proceed. It would need to have spots for maps and information storage. It could double as a transport, which would mean it would need wheels and a means of locomotion. Some rickshaw poles and he could do that. Or else they could get an ox or something. The only problem was how to make it inconspicuous. As he thought this, he realized he was lagging behind. He started paying attention.

((will post more about the Quartermaster in a little while. Just realized the time.))
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Jade Knight on March 12, 2007, 06:21:01 AM
Orfeo flew along with Solon, scratching his loose hair.

"Well, when are we going to need to sign these by?"

((BTW, E, what size is Orfeo's contract?))
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on March 12, 2007, 02:31:42 PM
((Well, it would be entirely too convenient for it to be fey-sized. It is, of course, normal sized))

The quartermaster's office had three workers. Two dwarves and a halfling. One of the dwarves appeared to be in charge. He was mostly bald with a halo of wild red hair. He had an almost ridiculously large pot-belly, and a monstrously bulbous nose. He grunted when the group entered, but didn't even turn from glaring at the work his subordinates were doing. 
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on March 12, 2007, 03:30:31 PM
(It would be hard to scratch Solon's loose hair, as he, like all Illumans, is bald.)

"Excuse me, sir," Solon started. "Master Bendorial told us to see you. We are the new team."
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Tjaeden on March 12, 2007, 05:38:05 PM
Keating signed the paperwork with a sigh and tossed them flippantly on the desk.
"Useless bureaucracy," he muttered as he hurried to catch up to his new "teammates."

"Solon.  Think on this," Keating says.  Mentally, the conversation continued.  I'm just here to get paid.  Trying to lay low, let some heat die off.  If you can't deal - then stay out of my way.  If you can - then I'm sure I'll make a valuable asset to this team..  The word team had a sarcastic twist to it.

To the others, Keating put on his most winning smile.  "I'm sure we won't need too many things from a few dwarves.  Simple in and out job.  We scope current security, maybe shadow the mark for a week.  Check for extra special stuff, like magic.  See what weak spots we can infiltrate to get an interior look.  Night may seem like the best time to pull a heist - but I'm betting this 'Lord Col' would have less security during the day."

Leaning back against the doorframe, he crossed his arms.  "We should also check the Lord for two other things.  The first being if he is going to throw any parties soon."
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on March 12, 2007, 05:54:15 PM
Dink's glowing yellow eyes 'blinked.' "A week? I think that might be unfeasible unless you have a method for time travel. Didn't the Maester say we needed to break in tonight?"
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Tjaeden on March 12, 2007, 09:16:07 PM
"Well... Dink.  It should be a simple in-out job.  With proper planning and some smarts, you can break into anything.  The concrete deadline makes us short in both areas, I'm afraid."

Thinking for a moment, Keating continues: "However, if our job is to test the security measures, I officially state that we are being stunted already - it's the way of administration  really."

Shrugging his shoulders, Keating falls silent.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on March 12, 2007, 11:25:55 PM
Solon looked at Keating with disdain.

"Master Bendorial did say that we had to break in tonight, but he also said that we had the day to prepare. If we need to, we can get a closer look at it beforehand, and then start to plan our mission."

With that, Solon turned back to the quartermaster. As he did that though, he continued the "conversation" with Keating.

"Listen to me very carefully. I don't care why you are here. I already told you that I was willing to "deal," for the sake of the team. It would not be fair for me to punish the rest of the team over a personal grievance, especially as the team leader. Someday, when we are in more...private surroundings, we can settle this. Until then, we are a team, and should act as such. If you act as part of the team, then there won't be a problem. Acting as part of the team also means that you WILL NOT challenge my authority, or disrespect our employers. That includes the quartermaster. "
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on March 13, 2007, 12:46:29 AM
Rashial, coming into the room behind most everybody else, watched his team leader and Keating speak to each other.  He mumbled to himself quietly, watching the conversation, occasionally turning and watching the quartermaster's workers move around.

"You're right..." he whispered softly to himself, and said much louder, to nobody in particular, "Perhaps we shouldn't be doing the," then continued, quieting his speech, "...shhh...I will...."  With this he looked around, looked at Keating, who, to his eye, seemed slightly distracted, "That is, we believe it would be best to deal with the situation at hand, rather than converse about how we would pull this heist if we had more time, or...supplies or goods or money."

"Keating, sir...lord...sir...you seem distracted...I believe, or it would be best if our attention was on the goal, or actually, in the achieving of the goal, thus on the task at hand for the goal to be achieved with all swiftness?" Rashial said to Keating, who, to his eyes, seemed to be focusing more on a thought in his head than the world around him.

((Mayhaps we should keep telepathic communication to PMs also sent to the Gm, thus making any communication that is supposed to be secret between characters ACTUALLY secret between characters.  It might just be me, but if you're saying something that all the players here should hear, you shouldn't be projecting it to just one player, anyway.  I dunno, it just seems like this would make it easier to role play))
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on March 13, 2007, 01:37:21 PM
((I'm of the personal opinion that it simplifies things if it's all in one spot. You can put your personal thoughts there too. Plus others get to be entertained by the in-fighting. If there's a lot of disagreement with me on that, we can revise our practices))

Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Onion of Death on March 13, 2007, 04:27:07 PM
Paying absolutely no attention to what the rest of the team was talking about, Olan walked up beside Solon, and got his attention with a clearing of his throat.

"I'm thinking some explosives are in order. Nothing to bring the building down around our ears, but nothing makes a better distraction than someone such as myself running about throwing bombs. Or if we're that concerned with sneaking about, we should get some burglar tools out to me and anyone else who wants them. Not that I would know anything about criminal activities..."

With that his thought process trailed off. He continued to carry on a conversation with himself, waiting for a reply from the psychic.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on March 13, 2007, 08:19:51 PM
Solon turned to Olan and smiled. "I'll keep that in mind, if we need a distraction."

"Excuse me sir," Solon said again, trying to attract the attention of the quartermaster. "Master Bendorial sent us to see you."
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Tjaeden on March 14, 2007, 02:06:12 AM
"Explosives, Olan?" Keating asks, changing the subject in his head.

"Seems a little much.  Again, we don't know what we need, 'cause we've never seen the place.  What if there are guards?  Or guard dogs? Or a moat?  Or something magical?"

Keating shrugs his shoulders again.  "Just thinking out loud," he says to Solan.

From somewhere, Keating pulls out a green apple, and munches while the team gets whatever gear they think they need.  If asked if he needs anything from the Quartermaster, he politely shakes his head, 'no.'

"Besides.  No one asked what the second thing was that we need to look for."
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Jade Knight on March 14, 2007, 08:53:51 AM
Orfeo suddenly zipped out of the room, back to where he had left his oversized contract, stuffed it away, and returned to where the others were gathered chatting.  Finding the Dwarf in charge, he approached him, eyes vibrant with the prospect of "getting stuff."

"So, Solomon says  you're going to give us stuff!  What kind of stuff?  I could really use a javelin—I've heard they're long and pointy and good for throwing, but I don't actually own one."  Orfeo flew up over the Dwarf's shoulder to get a better view of what he was looking at, and  then returned to where Solon was busy standing, preoccupied.

"So, Leader Solomon, are we going to vote on if we want to accept this mission?"
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Tjaeden on March 15, 2007, 01:24:01 PM
"Maybe there are some things I'd like:

1. A map of the estate
2. A dossier on Lord Col - what's his politics?
3. A sleek riding horse (trained of course), black.  Matching saddle.*
4. 200' of rope, dyed black, cut into 50' lengths.
5. A telescope.*
6. Patents of Nobility.

"That should about cover it. Oh, and maybe a disguise for the fairy.  If we gave him a black cowl and a utility belt...  wait, no, that would never work."

*((I believe the tech-level of this campaign was Renaissance - but Dink kind of threw me off.  Is the Steampower?  What would be appropriate here?))
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Onion of Death on March 15, 2007, 03:51:11 PM
"I've got an idea," Olan chimed in suddenly.

Turning to Dink and sizing the Struct up, a bit of a mischevious grin flashed across his face for a few fleeting moments. "I'm under the impression that most Structs are quite strong fellows. A bit too heavy to be of use on the ship, but strong nonetheless. I did once run into a ship run entirely by Structs, funny looking metal beast... oh, yes, the idea. If this mansion is a normal mansion, I would assume that it has a roof, and some manner of access to the roof from the inside. If one or two of us could get to the top, we could test out the mansion's defense against aerial infiltration. It would be simple for the faerie to get up there, since he flys. The second team member, most likely myself, would need your assistance in getting up there. How far do you think ye can throw a dwarf into the air?"
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on March 15, 2007, 03:52:35 PM
((Dink is a struct. Structs are, essentially, self-willed golems. More in a little bit.))
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on March 15, 2007, 05:37:28 PM
Rashial gave Keating a funny look from the wall, then, without getting off of the wall, said, "A black horse with matching  saddle?"  He chuckled quietly, "I don't know what you're used to, but we're breaking in, not attending a ball.  We agree that the chances of us riding in tonight are slim.  Besides, he hired us to see if we can break in, not come in for tea."

With this Rashial got off the wall and said, "It's my turn now, this is ridiculous," to himself.

"We need a map, if we can get one.  But I'm willing to bet the average, even the experienced, thief could not, so lets not hold our breath that we'll be given one.  Rope is a good idea.  I say we float the fairy up to the roof, and have the Struct... yes, I know, Dink...I knew!  Yes, lets have the Struct throw the small between us up on the roof.  It was announced that I'm a changeling and I can change into a monkey.  Monkeys are small, yes, I know.  Olan, I think it would possibly be best to try and through me up on the roof rather than you.  Or better yet, I could just climb up.  Either way, that would give us two on the roof, with ropes if we take them, and we can secure the ability for the rest of the team to climb up.

"However, we, or at least I...I said I...hush now!" he said, swinging his hand through the air above his head at nothing, as though swatting at an impossibly small fly, "Believe it would be best for half the team to come from the roof or top story, and half the team to come from the floor level.  Of course, once we see the place, or a map, we can refine these plans.  What'cha think?"  He finished, looking first at Olan, then Dink, then Orfeo.  His gaze met the team leader's, then he looked on towards the quartermaster, saying loudly, "Sir, no disrespect, we were sent here for supplies, I would assume."

Finally, he looked at Keating, running his eyes up and down his figure, as though sizing him up, then, quietly to himself,  said, "Yes, I know...a black horse with matching saddle, simply ridiculous!"  At this he broke into incomprehensible mumbling and fits of laughter, occasionally looking back at Keating. 
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Jade Knight on March 16, 2007, 03:45:59 AM
"I kind of assumed we'd be taking the roof, anyhow.  I mean, we can't exactly just saunter in through the front door, can we?  Or, I suppose we could, but then there's the whole not breaking things clause…"

"So, it's going to be me and the monkey up on the roof?  I'm assuming you either want us to either unlock something and provide a way for you folks to get in, or you want us to filch the statue-thingy ourselves.  And I take it everyone wants this mission, then?  I mean, we never voted…"
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on March 16, 2007, 01:12:39 PM
The dwarf watched as you argued. "I need a comprehensive list. ONE list. Makes it simpler. Write it down on this form. Fill it out in triplicate. Then I need the explanation for each item's need on this supplement. Also in triplicate. You can call me Gargil. Using my title makes the hairs on my lower back stand up. It's irritating. Don't bother me again till you've filled out the form. I'm not a help desk."

((You don't have to actually make a comprehensive list for me, just the general idea. This is mostly just to point out that the free supplies from the quartermaster are not just anything you want, there is a shop for that if'n you want to spend money -- oh wait, none of you currently have much of that.))
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on March 17, 2007, 12:11:29 AM
"Alright everyone, as it stands, we are not in a desirable situation. We are trying to break into someplace that we know next to nothing about. So, I see two options. We can either go look at the building right now, and come back when we have a better idea of what we are dealing with. If we choose to do that, then we could make an informed plan, and we would know what kind of equipment we would need. The possible drawbacks I can see would be that we might arouse suspicion in the guards before we even start, and, depending on how far it is, we might have time constraints. The other option is to just get a few general supplies that we think we might need, and then try to make our plan once we get a look at the place. The only problem with that plan is that we might find we are lacking some important equipment.

I want to know what you all think, before I make a decision. Thoughts?"
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on March 17, 2007, 12:56:51 AM
Rashial continued to talk to himself for about a minute, then said a little louder, "I have something to say.  Fine.  Fine." 

Then he looked around as though getting a standing on his bearings, then looked at Solon, then said much more softly, "I say we send the most inconspicuous two people to go.  The Faery is a good choice, so are the halfling and dwarf.  Plus the fairy can fly.  We could at least see how big the building is, best entry points."  He said, looking at the quartermaster, taking the forms from him and giving respects.  He looked at them, then handed them to Solon and said, "I think these should be in your hands."

He moved against the wall again, silently, then said something to himself in a begging tone.  Finally, he said from where he was, "Oh yeah...I can go invisible and, as you know, that being, they know!  You know, but I can change to a monkey, even though I already said that.  Anyway, I might be a good choice, too.

"Oh, good point, good point!  This would have to be quick, since we should get in just before sundown from the roof, while there's lighter security, then..." he stopped briefly, apparently thinking, "...yeah, then we can get out in the dark, since they'll be trying to find people getting in with the heavy security, not people getting out."
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Tjaeden on March 17, 2007, 04:21:09 PM
"Agreed.  We must act quickly to gain information.  Standing here isn't gettin' anything done."

"And yes, a black horse...  with matching black saddle.  For a getaway.  Glad you thought that far ahead. Rashial."
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on March 17, 2007, 08:34:38 PM
"Well, I'm sorry for critici...yes, I am sorry for criticizing your plan, but I must agree...that...having one horse...and a matching saddle...wont help us escape...nor...will it help you to escape...without us.  Also, where will we keep the horse whilst we break in?  I don't mean to be conde...no, I don't mean to be unpleasant.  I don't.  But to get away well with horse we'd need one for three members of the team, at least, and...yes...and we'd need to hide them.  And horses...even trained, black horses...can make a lot of noise when unwatched.  As w...I see it, we're better off getting out however we got in.  And if we do get some horses...not a horse...we'd best keep them a quar...fine, half a kilometer, no, well, out of hearing distance, just for safety, meaning that it does us no good to make them black, with matching saddles.  Besides, yes, that is, the job is, to say, getting the item, in question, off the property past the security."

He looked at Keating softly up and down, as though apologizing for his earlier comments, and said, "We will need a getaway, but if we do our job well, it wont need to be on the run.  And if we do our job poorly and we take off on black horses with black saddles from the compound, we're more likely to be seen and heard, and therefore followed, if the horses are being shot out from within hearing distance, even with black horses.  It was a valiant thought, but I don't so much suspect having black horses with saddles is necessary, or even wise, seeing how three horses with six people all riding black horses and matching saddles tends not to be the most common of sight in the dark unless they're up to no good."

"Now then, shall Orfeo and I go, while those of you here discuss the getaway strategy?"
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Tjaeden on March 17, 2007, 10:33:05 PM
Keating shrugs his shoulders and finished his apple. 

"I'm just not used to being in a group," he says.   
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on March 19, 2007, 02:18:10 PM
((Since you are going to get a layout, partially from the air, I will be drawing a map today. I'll post it later))
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Shrain on March 20, 2007, 08:28:11 PM
Esmerelda peers into her crystal ball, watching the crazy proceedings involving the new hires. "Oh my, those folks are having a rotten first day. Thank heavens I quit before signing that doomsday contract of theirs!"

Quietly, she slips the silk over the crystal ball, places it in her gypsy ruck sack and trots off to find other employment.

(((Guys, I'm sorry to "kill" myself off, but I doubt you'll miss me much--I'm just too busy with school and work and other equally annoying stuff. :P Good luck in your missions!)))
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Jade Knight on March 21, 2007, 02:08:37 AM
Orfeo hovers over Solon's shoulder as he makes the list.

"Psst.  Make sure and add a 6' javelin to the list!  We need one of those."

"Oh, and when am I supposed to have that silly contract signed by?"
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on March 21, 2007, 02:44:34 AM
"I think you are already supposed to have signed the contract, Orfeo. Maybe you should go do that. I'll keep the javelin in mind."
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on March 21, 2007, 09:39:57 PM
((Ok, the map's done. What did I miss?))
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on March 22, 2007, 03:54:33 AM
Solon stood for a moment, looking pensive. He glanced around at each of the team members, as if he were sizing them all up. Finally, he looked to Rashial.

"Rashial, Orfeo, could you both come here for a moment? I need you both to go to Lord Col's mansion and find out as much as you can about it. Remember, we need information, but we don't want to tip our hand, so make sure you don't arouse suspicion. Orfeo, I want you to fly over the mansion, and get a general layout. Rashial, I want you to do what you can from the ground, to get as much in the way of specifics as you can."
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Jade Knight on March 22, 2007, 05:35:42 AM
"Well, alright, but I'd probably better sign this contract, first."

Orfeo reaches up into his sleeve, and extracts the contract, which happens to be larger than him, and begins flipping through it.

"So… er… does anyone know how you go about signing a contract?"

"Oh, and when I get there, what am I looking for?  I mean, if I come back and say it's  two stories tall, they have no taste in decorations, and there are three cows in the meadows, will you be happy?"
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on March 22, 2007, 08:23:23 AM
Solon smiled, ever so slightly. "Actually, Orfeo, I'm more curious about things like patrol patterns, possible entrances and exits, building heights, and anything else that might show us a possible weakness."
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on March 22, 2007, 06:19:13 PM
"It's good...that we're getting started.  We should bring paper and ink to draw maps, perhaps?"

Rashial walked over to Orfeo, looking at what he was doing, then said, "Also, I'm assuming somebody knows how to know how to get there?"
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Tjaeden on March 23, 2007, 12:28:35 PM
"I want to go to.  I want a good look at the help.  Servants, the butler, and cooks - people like that.  I can be very...  convincing in my disguises.  I won't be noticed."

Keating looks over to Solon for approval.  His features shimmer ever so slightly, so that its nearly impossible to tell what color his eyes are.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on March 23, 2007, 01:31:29 PM
Dink spoke up. "I am familiar enough with the area. I can give you directions how to get there. I know little enough about the location itself though. And I won't be very inconspicuous. I'm big enough to be seen, and small enough for a struct to be remembered."
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Onion of Death on March 23, 2007, 01:42:14 PM
"Alright, while they're all off sneakin' about, what do ye want me to be doing?" Olan asked Solon. His accent seemed to have switched almost mid-sentence, going from fairly erudite to pirate for no apparent reason.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on March 24, 2007, 04:23:26 PM
"Alright, I guess we should all go, seeing as so many of us are required to go anyway. Rashial, no need for ink and paper, since we will all be there to see. You and Orfeo both already know your jobs. Keating, if you need to get into the mansion to do your work, I suppose you should go ahead and do that. Just be careful about who you impersonate."

"Olan," Solon turned around, looking for the dwarf. "You, Dink, and I will watch the perimeter, to monitor the traffic around the mansion. We're watching for any regular patrols, any strange comings and goings, or anyone who might pose a threat to our escape. We want our exits clear. And even though we aren't going to be on the mansion grounds, I still want us to be as subtle as possible.  You never know who might happen to pass by."

With that, Solon turned back to the rest of the group. "Alright everyone. Let's get to it."
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on March 26, 2007, 07:55:22 PM
Rashial looks around at the group, then slinks from his wall and follows the leader.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Onion of Death on March 26, 2007, 08:33:49 PM
Olan took a swig from his flask, and followed Solon out of the building.

"Subtle? Perhaps you should wear your big feathery hat for this occasion, comrade. It would surely give the guards something to look at while the others sneak about," Jobber whispered to Olan as they left the building. At this suggestion, Olan twirled his mustache a bit, and began to give some serious thought to it.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on March 27, 2007, 04:08:27 PM
It's not difficult to get the layout from the street, so here's the "map." Circles are the locations of doors, there are two gates off the street, where the brown road runs to the edge of the map.

(http://herbertlives.com/misc/gaia/Col_Grounds.png)

Tell me where you're patrolling, starting points, places you attempt to enter, etc.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on March 27, 2007, 06:53:25 PM
Out of character: How high are the walls around the estate?
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on March 27, 2007, 07:05:05 PM
OOC: And what are they made of?  Like, what's the texture (is it climbable for, say, a monkey)?  Same questions for the buildings.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on March 28, 2007, 02:06:28 PM
The walls are not that high. Perhaps seven feet. They're primarily brick, with a wrought iron top of spikes that appears primarily decorative. There are granite pillars ever twenty feet or so ((or maybe some other rock, when I don't know what kind of rock it is I always take it for granite)). The buildings themselves are of various materials. The facings of the walls of the main palace are made of marble blocks, as is the guest house. The stables are wood, and the other buildings are a combination of stone and wood. There are trees, shrubs, and flowers throughout the lawn, but no dense vegtation anywhere but the private garden.

A monkey of small size wouldn't have much difficulty climbing any of the surfaces. Though larger or less dextrous creatures would. The cracks between blocks are small.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on March 28, 2007, 10:49:20 PM
OOC: Making the possibly dumb assumption that at this point we are all standing at the outskirts of the mansion, looking in with our newly discovered information in the form of a map...also,

"Well folks...persons...little persons and big persons...and faeries...not that faeries aren't people.  Where'd that darn halfling go?" Rashial stumbled over his words in a metaphorical carriage crash as he looked around, somewhat confused.  He stopped for a second, then looked at Keating and said, "am not!" defensively, then continued with, "oh, she left some time ago..."

"Well, let the faerie fly above and look for entry points on the roof, I'll crawl around the inside for a bit, and...get the internal layout?  The...yes...good...Keating?  What else should we look for?  Surely patrol patterns will be different at night than they are during the day.  Good exit and entry points? ...I...I...sush!  Ideas?"
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on March 29, 2007, 07:38:11 PM
"Yes, Rashial, all of those are good ideas. Also, see if you can't at least get a count on how many guards there are."

Solon turned to Keating.

"I know you wanted to get a better look around, but there are only two options right now, for us to get you in. You can either attempt to talk yourself in through the guards, or we can boost you over the wall. However, if we boost you over the wall, you will have to get yourself back out without our support, since we won't be in contact anymore. Your best options then are to either meet up with Rashial, or to talk yourself back out again. Now, are you sure you can do this without getting caught?"
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Onion of Death on March 29, 2007, 08:35:28 PM
"Halfing? Dammit, can't ye tell the difference between a halfing and a dwar... oh, you were talking about the small one."

Olan adjusted his bandoleer, and pulled out a rapier and brace of pistols. As he checked the pistols for jams and the rapier for nicks, he said "I'll be right here if anyone's needin' some heroic rescuing from angry guards or anything else like that. I'm not so great at the sneaking game, and those walls be a good deal bigger than I am. I don't climb too well either."

Looking at Dink, he added "So, do ye think ye might be able to throw me to the top if I had a rope and a hook to get onto it with?

Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on March 29, 2007, 09:27:31 PM
OOC: Is the building a flat, or is it more than one story in some places?

"That might be terribly...rather loud."  Rashial said, apparently to the shrubs he was looking at, "You don't suppose you could climb up a rope I hook to the roof?  If not, perhaps...maybe...you should go with the group, that is the people, which will enter in the ground floor."

"I will try to see with the doings of the guards.  I will also see if there is an entry point on the roof, and get a basic layout of the inside, if I can.  Psych me up...with the mind...a message if I need to meet up with a person..."

With that Rashial said something quietly to himself, then knelt next to the plant he had been looking at, saying, "Hold on a while..."

With that he morphed himself into a small, black monkey, nodded at at Solon, and scurried over the wall, scurrying quietly towards the garden in the most shadowed areas he could find.  While running he took in his surroundings, looking for guards, and, upon seeing any, avoiding them as best as he could.  He took in their locations and where they seemed to be heading when he could, and if he could not avoid a guard, he turned invisible and quietly ran by the guard until he reached the garden.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on March 30, 2007, 02:24:58 PM
((I will edit the map to show how tall buildings are))

Dink looked at the dwarf. "I'm certain I could get you onto a first or second story roof. I can't guarantee how soft the landing will be, however."
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Onion of Death on March 30, 2007, 04:06:35 PM
"The hardness of the landing doesn't matter all that much. Once, at my request, my crew shot me out of one of our cannons just to see what would happen. I was just fine, though that rather unfortunate whale was a bit worse off for the endeavor."
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on April 03, 2007, 04:11:55 PM
OOC: Is anybody still checking this?  In the last week, only four players, including the GM, have posted...
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Onion of Death on April 05, 2007, 01:12:34 PM
OOC: Yeah, I'm still checking it on a daily basis.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on April 05, 2007, 04:35:58 PM
OOC: Yeah, I still check it
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on April 05, 2007, 07:03:11 PM
((I updated the map so it has red numbers indicating how many stories the building has at certain points. And I'm sorry, I owe Gorgon some post))

Rashial doesn't notice any regular patterns of guard movements, but he gets across the yard and into the garden with relative certainty that he wasn't spotted. The garden is almost forest-like, paradise for the mobility of something like a monkey, with branches stretching over almost every inch of ground. There are shrubs on the ground and on the paths small flowers grow at the edges.

The rest of you outside the wall don't notice any regular patrols either. Though it stands to reason that there would be a scheduled change of guard at the entrances.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on April 06, 2007, 06:58:49 PM
Looking around the garden with pleasure, Rahial gets into a tree and maked his way through the garden, trying to be quiet.  He looked around for guards, as always, and took a special precaution to look for any traps--after all, this is a private garden.  If he saw anybody, he climbed high into a tree to avoid them, and only went invisible if absolutely necessary to remain unnoticed.  He would not  have, however, go invisible if he is already seen, he would try to act natural, hoping there were some exotic animals expected to be in the garden.  Taking in a special note of any animal he might see, he made his way to the tree closest to the three-story tall wall, at which point he carefully climbed up the wall and made his way to the roof.  Once near the roof, he peeked over to check for any guards, looked into the air for faery guards, as well, then, assuming there were no guards, looked about the roof for possible entry points--skylights and open areas.

If there were no entry points, he would make his way back down the wall from which he came and go inside any open third-story window with nobody inside.  If there were, he'd inspect them, and if it seemed safe, he would go inside through one of these entry points instead.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Jade Knight on April 08, 2007, 03:23:39 AM
((A quick apology:  School has gotten nasty for me, and I'm unavailable until the end of April.  Feel free to NPC Orfeo until then, or you can kill him off, if you prefer.  I'll be back in a few weeks.  Once again, sorry for having flaked like this.))
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on April 08, 2007, 04:54:39 AM
It happens, thanks for letting us know!
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on April 09, 2007, 01:44:36 PM
((Yeah, we'll NPC him for a while. Meaning, if the guys want him to do something, they will say they're asking him to do something))

The garden is surprisingly empty -- no wandering monsters. You do, however, find a tea party being held in one of the small clearings. 3 men, two women, all human. There are no fairy or other flying guards either. You make it safely to the roof. There is a small trap door set in the roof there, and a mounted spyglass at all four corners of the area you stand on. Slipping in, you find a  ladder that goes down into a small dark room. The only light coming from the trapdoor you just entered. A door is set into the south wall.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on April 09, 2007, 11:47:50 PM
Rashial stopped silently for a moment, apparently thinking.  He then doubled back up the ladder, walked to the end of the roof, and crawled back down to the garden carefully, still watching for guards, if not as vigorously.  He went towards the party-goers, and went invisible, and climbed up the nearest tree, trying to slowly get close enough to listen, making any movement of branches look like it was caused by wind.  If he couldn't get close enough in the tree, and the party-goers didn't seem to be paying attention, he carefully got just within listening range on the ground.  He listened for a few minutes, looking around as he did, listening for anything on the statue, guard shifts--anything of value.  Although, this was apparently a social party and he didn't expect any free information, he knew he should try.  He could always explore the inside later.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on April 10, 2007, 06:17:45 AM
Solon explored the streets around the grounds, checking for anything unusual, or anything that might be a problem in the eventual escape. He tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, while also looking for any suspicious characters that might be lookouts for the lord.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on April 10, 2007, 01:26:23 PM
Rashial discovered that the garden tea party appeared to be just that: a tea party. There both women were overweight and dressed in very fine clothing. The men two of the men are quite fat as well: one wears a fashionable suit, the other a military uniform that he can barely keep buttoned. The final man is rail thin, and wears a military uniform. This last one is quite old, covered with wrinkles and gray hair.

Behind the back wall there is a large pile of stinking, rotting refuse, Solon discovered to his nasal discomfort. It is apparently where the garbage generated by the facility is dumped. Ramshackle slum buildings stand close to the wall of the estate, but not too close. While there are a number of people who walk past along all three walls but the side with the trash pile, you don't see any repeats.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Onion of Death on April 10, 2007, 03:35:32 PM
Not being particularly stealth inclined, Olan did his best to attract as little attention as possible. If there was anywhere comfortable to sit out of sight range of the guardposts, he sat down and began to nurse a flask of fine brandy. He offered Dink some, not knowing whether Structs could drink or not. While drinking, he thought about how best to create a distraction if things went poorly, bringing him back to the notion that he really needed some bombs.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on April 10, 2007, 09:49:35 PM
Rashial worked his way back to the entrance he knew existed, going back into the building.  He started to walk around inside the building, slowly and carefully under the same guidlines as always.  If he approached and area with many, many guards, he did his best to remember how to get there and turned back, exploring a little more.  He tried to find his way to the eventual target, but only explored for ten or fifteen minutes, at very most, trying to get in and out.  He also looked for staircases and escape routes.  After he got all the information he could, he left and sent a psychic message to Solon, if he could.

"We know a little about the inside for later; coming back.  Send the fairy to do some aerial surveillance or so help me I'll do it when I get back.  I didn't see him flying around, and he should be.  Come one, step to it!"

OOC: I don't know the rules of psychic communication in the world.  Is there a range, can it be read by other psychics that aren't meant to be the target?  Things like this would be nice to know.  :-D.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on April 10, 2007, 11:57:08 PM
OOC: I was under the impression that Orfeo was already in the air, doing reconnaissance, since he was informed that that was to be his part in the plan already.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on April 11, 2007, 01:10:24 PM
((sorry guys, I'm just not up to it today. If you've been paying attention to the other forum sections (not that you had to) you already know that I'm leaving in a few hours to see my grandpa, who may or may not live to see May. I'll be back in a week. Feel free to discuss amongst yourselves))
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on April 12, 2007, 12:17:07 AM
I made the assumption he wasn't considering he never SAID he did it, nor did the GM say he did it when he said he was going to be NPCied.  Also, we may as well use this time to psychically solidify our plans, since SE said we could converse amongst ourselves for the next week.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on May 10, 2007, 09:34:25 PM
OOC: Hey guys, does anyone else want to start this up again?
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers on May 14, 2007, 01:36:19 PM
((Having been out of town for half of the last few weeks, I'm interested in a response to this too. Who wants to continue playing?))
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: GorgonlaVacaTremendo on May 14, 2007, 06:44:13 PM
I'd be happy to continue if the other players want to.
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Onion of Death on May 15, 2007, 06:48:02 PM
(I'll keep playing if others are still interested).
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: The Jade Knight on September 10, 2007, 06:38:22 AM
::pokes around::

Is this completely dead, or is there interest in resurrecting it?
Title: Re: Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Post by: Archon on September 10, 2007, 10:28:46 AM
OOC: I'm still up for it, if others are.