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Early Stealth: 20
Guards: 11
(10, 5)
Uril was the first one to leave the crime scene, with Lorsan and Early following close behind. If Lorsan managed to move like a shadow, hidden even from his companions, the retreat of others was not all that graceful. But considering circumstances, who could blame first-time-big-heisters for less than stellar disappearance performance? Especially, if even that performance seemed to be enough: the trio could hear the guards approaching but the lost uncertain voices from behind signalled clean enough escape.
Except, the alley where Uril saw Dr. Dannell and Darius, looked empty. It took a few scary moments to hear the faint sounds seemingly coming from the middle of an empty street and a few steps to cross the illusion to see Dr. Dannell carefully unwrapping the egg to place it inside the open case.
The egg looked different now: the rock surface became semy-transparent and what once resembled some ancient writings now merged into the features of a hideous creature, barely visible but making skin itch with unnaturally looking shapes.
Another flash of light washed over the party, Dr. Dannell flinched but did not drop the egg and precious cargo was safely placed inside the case. "Thank you, Dr. Dannell." Darius picked up the case and smiled at the party. "And you too. Good Doctor and I will leave now. I will see you in the "Sylph" at midnight. Don't be late and try not to bring guards with you."
Dr. Dannell, looking relieved and very much preoccupied with the case, send her own grateful (if a bit absentminded) smile and with that, the pair disappeared in the silvery teleportation mist. The last thing you heard was some hurried words from Dr. Dannell about the case and the egg, cut in the middle of the sentence. Then the alley got quiet, very empty and very transparent - the illusion disappeared with Darius.
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You a left alone on the dead-end alley. There is enough space between the surrounding houses to escape and it would not be difficult to return to The Sleepy Sylph (though you have a nagging feeling it's better to start moving sooner rather than later). Supposedly, Darius will be waiting for you in the tavern with the promised reward.
(OOC: We are about to wrap up this adventure. Unless anyone wants for some reason to hang around the museum, we can decide that for now you successfully escaped and reached the tavern.)
(OOC: A narrative-driven skip to the tavern sounds to me, but I'll be conservative with this post in case other ant to RP a bit more in the alley. )
Uril had questions about the gem, the monster inside, and the ritual the Doctor was performing, but all that would have to wait for now...
"I say we each go our way, for the added confusion it will cause. I am sure none of us will miss the midnight rendezvous, so I shall see you all then. Toodaloo."
Early stands there, watching the big prize be taken away. The whole thing was still a bit of a blur to him, and he had to be honest...he had no idea which plan they'd ended up executing in the end. Still....alls well that ends well, and it seemed like they'd saved the world! He gave himself a bit of a mental high five....before nodding to Uril and his wise advice. He gives a small mock high five, and then slinks off into the night.
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What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer? Class.
It wasn’t bad. It was just, weird. Doing the right thing. Robin too stands there, itching her arm, sans crown, but with her liberated broom stick. She watches in silent awe and before she knew it, it was over. Banks blinks at Darius and the Doctor’s misty departure. Great! Time for after work drinks! Except… She had to wonder… How was she going to pay her own tab? There was time between now and 12! Eventually she’d come to realize she’d be the last one standing in the alley. With that, she’d shwoop off into the shadows of the city streets to find her way back to the Sylph.
Lorsan nods in agreement with Uril's suggestion of spreading out, then watches as his companions melt away into the city. Less likely to be caught if we find somewhere out of sight and stay put, he thinks. But for Lorsan, the job wasn't finished, nor would it be for some time. It was often days or weeks after a con before he could fully relax, depending on how vigilant or determined the victims were, and he had had so little time to observe the mark before the job on this occasion. So instead of leaving the area altogether, Lorsan puts a bit of distance then doubles back around, keeping to the darkness and altering his disguise as he goes. The cloak is still on the rooftop, but he ruffles his underclothes and smears some dirt on them. The accessories go back in his bag and are replaced with makeup to simulate grime and wrinkles, and the well-made hair is disheveled. As he walks, he reflects on the events of the night - not just on the ultimate success of the heist, but of the novelty of working with such an odd assortment of crewmates, and of the unusual feeling of having done something... good. And Lorsan smiles to himself.
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Not far from the museum entrance, in a sheltered nook between columns of a building on the opposite side of the street, a filthy hobo adjusts his position, trying to get comfortable on the cold stone ground. Of those who pass by, few take note of the dirty vagrant, and fewer still show interest in his empty coin tin, but then neither does the hobo, as his grimy eyes stare fixedly at the building opposite. There is some excitement around the Varkenbluff estate tonight. A disturbance of some kind. People come and go. Shouting echoes down the street. Pedestrians frown and hurry past. But the hobo simply watches... and smiles.
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How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
In his new disguise, Lorsan blended seamlessly into the shadows of the city. From his vantage point, he could see the commotion growing around the grand building. Shouts and voices carried through the night air, attracting the attention of the inhabitants of the buildings around - a few windows opened up revealing curious faces. Fortunately, at this hour (and in this place) there were practically no passers-by (those tended to stay on the main streets). No one was watching Lorsan but it also made him a potential target of - now agitated - guards. They were still searching around though from the grumbling and desperate shouting it was clear the search was really a formality at this point - the trail went cold and conventional methods were useless.
A couple of guards stumbled upon the lone old beggar. One even tried to ask if the filthy hobo saw something, but was stopped by his partner and they moved on. Duke Varkenbluff would have to use more creative ways to find his property or go without it. The group was definitely safe for now.
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Darius entered the room with the last stroke of the bell. Not that you were left unattended before that. Now a crimson-clad waitress with bat-like wings for a change (looking very convincing, as well as her horns) escorted each of you to the familiar backroom, with already served late supper.
"Well done!" Declared Darius taking his seat at the table and pouring a glass of wine. The satisfaction in his voice sounded genuine, and so was his smile. "The item was retrieved with minimal destruction and only one casualty." He looked at Uril. "The guard will live." Then he laughed. "Would not personally go with the wall demolition but whatever works. Smart move not to take other treasures. As you could guess, all of them would be trackable. Speaking of which... Hope you did not lose your communication boxes. Hold onto them. No doubt, The Duke will try to scry the location of the thieves and the egg. The boxes will protect you but lay low for a while. Just in case. Here is, your reward. It should serve you well until our paths cross again, which I have no doubt will be quite soon."
Four velvet pouches were laid upon the table before the companions, with a delightful sound of clinking gold coins. Darius raised his glass. "To the future adventures!"
He did not stay long, but excused himself, picked up his bag of holding, and left the companions to savour their success and the rewards before them. The night was still young and behind the door, the tavern was only getting louder and livelier. Laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses drifted through the air, calling to the hearts (and the purses) of those who were yearning for a bit of excitement. The companions were free and rich. Whatever waited in the future could wait a while longer - tonight was the night to celebrate.
Stealth: 20
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
-> Stealth check: 9
-> If guidance is allowed (are we out of initiative?): 1
Early Stealth: 20
Guards: 11
(10, 5)
Uril was the first one to leave the crime scene, with Lorsan and Early following close behind. If Lorsan managed to move like a shadow, hidden even from his companions, the retreat of others was not all that graceful. But considering circumstances, who could blame first-time-big-heisters for less than stellar disappearance performance? Especially, if even that performance seemed to be enough: the trio could hear the guards approaching but the lost uncertain voices from behind signalled clean enough escape.
Except, the alley where Uril saw Dr. Dannell and Darius, looked empty. It took a few scary moments to hear the faint sounds seemingly coming from the middle of an empty street and a few steps to cross the illusion to see Dr. Dannell carefully unwrapping the egg to place it inside the open case.
The egg looked different now: the rock surface became semy-transparent and what once resembled some ancient writings now merged into the features of a hideous creature, barely visible but making skin itch with unnaturally looking shapes.
Another flash of light washed over the party, Dr. Dannell flinched but did not drop the egg and precious cargo was safely placed inside the case. "Thank you, Dr. Dannell." Darius picked up the case and smiled at the party. "And you too. Good Doctor and I will leave now. I will see you in the "Sylph" at midnight. Don't be late and try not to bring guards with you."
Dr. Dannell, looking relieved and very much preoccupied with the case, send her own grateful (if a bit absentminded) smile and with that, the pair disappeared in the silvery teleportation mist. The last thing you heard was some hurried words from Dr. Dannell about the case and the egg, cut in the middle of the sentence. Then the alley got quiet, very empty and very transparent - the illusion disappeared with Darius.
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You a left alone on the dead-end alley. There is enough space between the surrounding houses to escape and it would not be difficult to return to The Sleepy Sylph (though you have a nagging feeling it's better to start moving sooner rather than later). Supposedly, Darius will be waiting for you in the tavern with the promised reward.
(OOC: We are about to wrap up this adventure. Unless anyone wants for some reason to hang around the museum, we can decide that for now you successfully escaped and reached the tavern.)
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
(OOC: A narrative-driven skip to the tavern sounds to me, but I'll be conservative with this post in case other ant to RP a bit more in the alley. )
Uril had questions about the gem, the monster inside, and the ritual the Doctor was performing, but all that would have to wait for now...
"I say we each go our way, for the added confusion it will cause. I am sure none of us will miss the midnight rendezvous, so I shall see you all then. Toodaloo."
Early stands there, watching the big prize be taken away. The whole thing was still a bit of a blur to him, and he had to be honest...he had no idea which plan they'd ended up executing in the end. Still....alls well that ends well, and it seemed like they'd saved the world! He gave himself a bit of a mental high five....before nodding to Uril and his wise advice. He gives a small mock high five, and then slinks off into the night.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
It wasn’t bad. It was just, weird. Doing the right thing. Robin too stands there, itching her arm, sans crown, but with her liberated broom stick. She watches in silent awe and before she knew it, it was over. Banks blinks at Darius and the Doctor’s misty departure. Great! Time for after work drinks! Except… She had to wonder… How was she going to pay her own tab? There was time between now and 12! Eventually she’d come to realize she’d be the last one standing in the alley. With that, she’d shwoop off into the shadows of the city streets to find her way back to the Sylph.
just an unstable unicorn.
Lorsan nods in agreement with Uril's suggestion of spreading out, then watches as his companions melt away into the city. Less likely to be caught if we find somewhere out of sight and stay put, he thinks. But for Lorsan, the job wasn't finished, nor would it be for some time. It was often days or weeks after a con before he could fully relax, depending on how vigilant or determined the victims were, and he had had so little time to observe the mark before the job on this occasion. So instead of leaving the area altogether, Lorsan puts a bit of distance then doubles back around, keeping to the darkness and altering his disguise as he goes. The cloak is still on the rooftop, but he ruffles his underclothes and smears some dirt on them. The accessories go back in his bag and are replaced with makeup to simulate grime and wrinkles, and the well-made hair is disheveled. As he walks, he reflects on the events of the night - not just on the ultimate success of the heist, but of the novelty of working with such an odd assortment of crewmates, and of the unusual feeling of having done something... good. And Lorsan smiles to himself.
...
Not far from the museum entrance, in a sheltered nook between columns of a building on the opposite side of the street, a filthy hobo adjusts his position, trying to get comfortable on the cold stone ground. Of those who pass by, few take note of the dirty vagrant, and fewer still show interest in his empty coin tin, but then neither does the hobo, as his grimy eyes stare fixedly at the building opposite. There is some excitement around the Varkenbluff estate tonight. A disturbance of some kind. People come and go. Shouting echoes down the street. Pedestrians frown and hurry past. But the hobo simply watches... and smiles.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
In his new disguise, Lorsan blended seamlessly into the shadows of the city. From his vantage point, he could see the commotion growing around the grand building. Shouts and voices carried through the night air, attracting the attention of the inhabitants of the buildings around - a few windows opened up revealing curious faces. Fortunately, at this hour (and in this place) there were practically no passers-by (those tended to stay on the main streets). No one was watching Lorsan but it also made him a potential target of - now agitated - guards. They were still searching around though from the grumbling and desperate shouting it was clear the search was really a formality at this point - the trail went cold and conventional methods were useless.
A couple of guards stumbled upon the lone old beggar. One even tried to ask if the filthy hobo saw something, but was stopped by his partner and they moved on. Duke Varkenbluff would have to use more creative ways to find his property or go without it. The group was definitely safe for now.
----------------------------------------------
Darius entered the room with the last stroke of the bell. Not that you were left unattended before that. Now a crimson-clad waitress with bat-like wings for a change (looking very convincing, as well as her horns) escorted each of you to the familiar backroom, with already served late supper.
"Well done!" Declared Darius taking his seat at the table and pouring a glass of wine. The satisfaction in his voice sounded genuine, and so was his smile. "The item was retrieved with minimal destruction and only one casualty." He looked at Uril. "The guard will live." Then he laughed. "Would not personally go with the wall demolition but whatever works. Smart move not to take other treasures. As you could guess, all of them would be trackable. Speaking of which... Hope you did not lose your communication boxes. Hold onto them. No doubt, The Duke will try to scry the location of the thieves and the egg. The boxes will protect you but lay low for a while. Just in case. Here is, your reward. It should serve you well until our paths cross again, which I have no doubt will be quite soon."
Four velvet pouches were laid upon the table before the companions, with a delightful sound of clinking gold coins. Darius raised his glass. "To the future adventures!"
He did not stay long, but excused himself, picked up his bag of holding, and left the companions to savour their success and the rewards before them. The night was still young and behind the door, the tavern was only getting louder and livelier. Laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses drifted through the air, calling to the hearts (and the purses) of those who were yearning for a bit of excitement. The companions were free and rich. Whatever waited in the future could wait a while longer - tonight was the night to celebrate.
The End
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice