While the others discuss, Shavaris sneaks up to the building and peers through the window, trying to ascertain if all five are in the building now that they need to eliminate. The early morning light and the concrete world makes it a bit more difficult for her as this is all new to her, but she tries nonetheless.
"Understood. then I think it may be smart to try out our idea of baiting them out posing as a weak vampire. Travin you do have the ability to make 1-2 of us invisible I believe, and Johnathan maybe as well. The rest of us can stay hidden around here and once they come out we can proceed further. My body can take quite a beating Travin, and the healing abilties it has are numerous so don't be afraid to be hit a few times should it come to it." Ward also goes over with a smile and whispers something to Travin
"There is a spell, cutting whirlwind. If it comes to fighting, using it on one of us who uses melee would be quite fun." Ward says
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P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
Shavaris heads back to the group, "Alright, there is just the woman at the desk inside. She's got a funny wrap on top of her head and she's reading something. So, we take her out first and then head upstairs?"
"Was it our intention to trust Strahd so completely? We should gather as much intel as we can as quickly as we can to ensure he is not actually aligned with Vigo, or at least willing to sacrifice us to him to curry favor. If so, this group could be instrumental in the larger fight ahead. Clearly Strahd fears them..." Dageron offers.
Ward nods at Travin's whisper and gives an amused smile, "got it little man, I'm durable now, and I'll use that spell wisely"
Ward looks between Shavaris and Dageron and then sighs, "this is a different world, there's a different approach, also this looks almost like a place if business... Hang on" he then goes to the door and opens it, and leans in regarding the woman at the desk, "hey there, do I have to book an appointment or could I speak to someone in charge?, it's quite urgent!" He tries his best to give her a charming smile, but the illusion does most of the work.
As the party approaches the location, Ralik rhythmically rocks back and forth, chanting melodically and looking around at the others with a dumb smile. Faint whisps of iridescent purple energy gently radiates from him and wafts over everyone. ( Casting: Pass without Trace)
The nomad bobs his head "Like, the moon's shadow bless you man." he says to the group
Ralik accompanies Ward inside and lets him verbally rush the lady at the front desk. He Help's Ward in the attempted deception.
"Yeah, it's crazy man, we need your help. Fu&*in WILD." He says while absently looking around the place, taking everything in and seeming to be addled of mind. It wasn't hard, as he had similar herbs back home that had the same effect as what he saw the people in the scrying box showed.
Rolling her eyes at the two that have entered the building without a real plan, Shavaris also enjoys the fact the spell Ralik has cast on her. Taking advantage of that and that she hopes the woman's attention is at Ralik and Ward, she sneaks her way into the building, looks for a way up to the upper level and heads up if she finds it.
His spurs on his boots suddenly quietened, the man in the cowboy hat, edges up to the wall of the building, finding a good hiding spot in the shadows and waits to see who comes out. His had comes up to his shirt pocket, like he’s looking for a smoke to settle his nerves, but he stays still and watches from the shadows, making ready to move into the building.
Once Shavaris moves inside, Adam / Marlboro Man moves right in behind her.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"Whaddya want, we're closed!" The red haired woman says as she looks over the top of her newspaper with dagger-eyes, staring directly at Ralik and Ward as they enter the room. She's loud, and clearly pissed off as soon as she lays eyes on either of them. She slams the newspaper down on top of the desk with a metallic whump, then picks up the steaming mug of coffee and looks the two newcomers over. "You can come back at seven! If it's a possession, go down to St. Catherine's on the corner!"
There's a little chirping sound above the door. Anyone that looks up sees a little flashing green light, some yellow lights, a red light... The sound starts out low, then gets high for a moment, then low again, though a light does start to flash.
The woman's mouth falls open and she reaches out to slap a button on the desk.
Warvin nods to the Twins and starts limping towards the door, entering and breathlessly saying "Please help us, those creatures on Coney Island, they jumped us and bit a few of us. I've started feeling sick and weak ever since." Warvin says, the twins nodding along.
"Come out of shadows."
"Fly like bats, yeh yeh. Bites hard like wolf." The twins say.
"it's not a possession, like my friend here said it's a curse." T-Ward starts yelling over the sirens, attempting to assist Wravin in his deception "That's why it's urgent! If we come back later the problem may be a whole lot worse!"
Still standing outside the building, but able to hear the commotion unfold inside, Dageron shakes his head as he enters behind the others. The sound of alarms blaring reminds him of the incessant noise made by the 'police' not a half day earlier. Thinking they might come in reply to it, he looks to the source of it as he enters, but tsks with frustration as he cannot find it. He calls to the woman in his inhumanly deep gravel-filled voice, "You are a dutiful servant to risk your own life for your masters in such a way. Please silence that infernal sound. We do not seek you nor intend you any harm. We genuinely only seek those who employ you." As he speaks, he closes the visor on his helmet (drawing up his jacket hood to the illusion) and draws his sword (a cane) and shield (a worn briefcase). He closes the door behind him after entering. "It would be best for all of us if your police guards are not summoned here. If violence occurs, it is not our wish for innocents to be harmed or killed unnecessarily, but we will defend ourselves with lethal force if needs be. You are currently an innocent, so make that alarm go away. Doubtless your masters have received the intended warning of our arrival by now. Your duty is done, and whatever obligations they hold over you are not worth your life, I assure you." As he speaks, Dageron moves to take cover behind whatever he can in the space they have entered, recalling that Wizards rely heavily on ranged and area of effect spells. To his allies he says, "Take cover Dawn Guard, for they surely come..."
"Where the hell are you people coming from, a clown car?!" The woman behind the desk shouts. She raises her mug of hot coffee in a threatening manner. "That's close enough! One more step and I'll scald the shit out of you!"
Already a fare skinned woman, she somehow becomes paler as Dageron saunters into the room and starts talking to her in a lingo that is somehow more archaic and weirder than what everyone else has said so far. She pushes the chair away from herself and looks like she's ready to bolt.
"What eastern European rock did you crawl out from under? A Transylvanian one?" She mutters. Coffee sloshes from around the rim of the mug as her hand shakes. "I can't stop the alarm and it wouldn't matter if I did! Egon! We've got company! They're making threats and being weird!"
She takes a step back, still brandishing the mug. The towel around her head has started to unwrap.
"You think you scare me, huh? I live in New York! I know 'Nam vets who've seen less shit than me!"
Dageron, sensing the woman's panic, tries to help her decide to flee. He disengages the bangle momentarily, lifting his visor while full on looking at the woman. "I assure you madam, I am from no place you have heard of. Make your escape before things get out of hand, we will not stop you." He reengages the bangle and returns to cover.
T-Ward puts his face in his hands, it was all going fine until it wasn't. He starts moving from the doorway and into the building proper Taking a look around the room he finds himself in.
The woman's face scrunches up as Dageron shows his true face, and she goes from frightened to absolutely pissed off.
"You!" She shouts, furious. The coffee mug comes up, back, and goes flying straight at his hobgoblininess. "Damn, that was my favorite mug too! I told you guys two weeks ago when you called that you could set an appointment like everyone else! You don't get to just walk in here looking like that and scare the shit out of everyone! What's wrong with you? Don't give me that crap about creating a portal from Earth to Scumdoggia or whatever that crap that was! What do you want? An autograph? EGON! Turn off the damn alarm! It's just those weirdos from GWAR!"
As she says that, she looks up at the device above the door.
"Shoulda known." She mutters. "No damn wonder it went off."
Shavaris sneaks into the room and up the stairs while the loud discussion starts and as she does, the machine above the door starts going off. Not paying attention to it, she finds the other four people upstairs and takes the fire pole down to the garage. Seeing that she is trapped with another vehicle... isn't that what they are called? She echo switches out of the garage and back to the front of the building.
Seeing Johnathan and Delph still standing outside the building, she walks over to them, "Ok, I have a mark on everyone. The four men might come out of that big door there," she points at the garage, "If so, come let us know. Otherwise stand guard as this is a new world and I am guessing killing is more of an issue here than it is at home. But hey, we have to do this." Shavaris looks extremely somber and focused, no sense of humor or the typical little playfulness she usually holds to help keep her sane. Her eyes are hard and her hands are on her hilts. She turns without another word and slips back into the building.
Just as the mug smashes into Dageron. She then pulls out Sick and Twisted and hurls them at the woman doing all the yelling behind the desk.
Attack: 28 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Attack: 31 Damage: 19
She then summons Eloise to in the midst of all the clamor.
T-Ward looks on in astonishment as shavaris' blades sink into the woman, though he cannot stop a grin crossing his face. Tapping into the magic within Ward's body, the Travin within starts mumbling a tune to himself out of habit. Three giant toads appear in front of him as he mumbles...
"Are you ready Steve? Croak!
Andy? Croak!
Mick? Ribbit!
Alright fellas, LETS GOOOOOOOOO!"
Then with a nod to Wravin, T-Ward and the toads rush in!
While the others discuss, Shavaris sneaks up to the building and peers through the window, trying to ascertain if all five are in the building now that they need to eliminate. The early morning light and the concrete world makes it a bit more difficult for her as this is all new to her, but she tries nonetheless.
"Understood. then I think it may be smart to try out our idea of baiting them out posing as a weak vampire. Travin you do have the ability to make 1-2 of us invisible I believe, and Johnathan maybe as well. The rest of us can stay hidden around here and once they come out we can proceed further. My body can take quite a beating Travin, and the healing abilties it has are numerous so don't be afraid to be hit a few times should it come to it." Ward also goes over with a smile and whispers something to Travin
"There is a spell, cutting whirlwind. If it comes to fighting, using it on one of us who uses melee would be quite fun." Ward says
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
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Shavaris heads back to the group, "Alright, there is just the woman at the desk inside. She's got a funny wrap on top of her head and she's reading something. So, we take her out first and then head upstairs?"
"Was it our intention to trust Strahd so completely? We should gather as much intel as we can as quickly as we can to ensure he is not actually aligned with Vigo, or at least willing to sacrifice us to him to curry favor. If so, this group could be instrumental in the larger fight ahead. Clearly Strahd fears them..." Dageron offers.
Ward nods at Travin's whisper and gives an amused smile, "got it little man, I'm durable now, and I'll use that spell wisely"
Ward looks between Shavaris and Dageron and then sighs, "this is a different world, there's a different approach, also this looks almost like a place if business... Hang on" he then goes to the door and opens it, and leans in regarding the woman at the desk, "hey there, do I have to book an appointment or could I speak to someone in charge?, it's quite urgent!" He tries his best to give her a charming smile, but the illusion does most of the work.
As the party approaches the location, Ralik rhythmically rocks back and forth, chanting melodically and looking around at the others with a dumb smile. Faint whisps of iridescent purple energy gently radiates from him and wafts over everyone. ( Casting: Pass without Trace)
The nomad bobs his head "Like, the moon's shadow bless you man." he says to the group
Ralik accompanies Ward inside and lets him verbally rush the lady at the front desk. He Help's Ward in the attempted deception.
"Yeah, it's crazy man, we need your help. Fu&*in WILD." He says while absently looking around the place, taking everything in and seeming to be addled of mind. It wasn't hard, as he had similar herbs back home that had the same effect as what he saw the people in the scrying box showed.
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Rolling her eyes at the two that have entered the building without a real plan, Shavaris also enjoys the fact the spell Ralik has cast on her. Taking advantage of that and that she hopes the woman's attention is at Ralik and Ward, she sneaks her way into the building, looks for a way up to the upper level and heads up if she finds it.
His spurs on his boots suddenly quietened, the man in the cowboy hat, edges up to the wall of the building, finding a good hiding spot in the shadows and waits to see who comes out. His had comes up to his shirt pocket, like he’s looking for a smoke to settle his nerves, but he stays still and watches from the shadows, making ready to move into the building.
Once Shavaris moves inside, Adam / Marlboro Man moves right in behind her.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"Whaddya want, we're closed!" The red haired woman says as she looks over the top of her newspaper with dagger-eyes, staring directly at Ralik and Ward as they enter the room. She's loud, and clearly pissed off as soon as she lays eyes on either of them. She slams the newspaper down on top of the desk with a metallic whump, then picks up the steaming mug of coffee and looks the two newcomers over. "You can come back at seven! If it's a possession, go down to St. Catherine's on the corner!"
There's a little chirping sound above the door. Anyone that looks up sees a little flashing green light, some yellow lights, a red light... The sound starts out low, then gets high for a moment, then low again, though a light does start to flash.
The woman's mouth falls open and she reaches out to slap a button on the desk.
A bell starts to ring very, very loudly...
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Warvin nods to the Twins and starts limping towards the door, entering and breathlessly saying "Please help us, those creatures on Coney Island, they jumped us and bit a few of us. I've started feeling sick and weak ever since." Warvin says, the twins nodding along.
"Come out of shadows."
"Fly like bats, yeh yeh. Bites hard like wolf." The twins say.
(Deception roll: 17)
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
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"it's not a possession, like my friend here said it's a curse." T-Ward starts yelling over the sirens, attempting to assist Wravin in his deception "That's why it's urgent! If we come back later the problem may be a whole lot worse!"
Still standing outside the building, but able to hear the commotion unfold inside, Dageron shakes his head as he enters behind the others. The sound of alarms blaring reminds him of the incessant noise made by the 'police' not a half day earlier. Thinking they might come in reply to it, he looks to the source of it as he enters, but tsks with frustration as he cannot find it. He calls to the woman in his inhumanly deep gravel-filled voice, "You are a dutiful servant to risk your own life for your masters in such a way. Please silence that infernal sound. We do not seek you nor intend you any harm. We genuinely only seek those who employ you." As he speaks, he closes the visor on his helmet (drawing up his jacket hood to the illusion) and draws his sword (a cane) and shield (a worn briefcase). He closes the door behind him after entering. "It would be best for all of us if your police guards are not summoned here. If violence occurs, it is not our wish for innocents to be harmed or killed unnecessarily, but we will defend ourselves with lethal force if needs be. You are currently an innocent, so make that alarm go away. Doubtless your masters have received the intended warning of our arrival by now. Your duty is done, and whatever obligations they hold over you are not worth your life, I assure you." As he speaks, Dageron moves to take cover behind whatever he can in the space they have entered, recalling that Wizards rely heavily on ranged and area of effect spells. To his allies he says, "Take cover Dawn Guard, for they surely come..."
(( Intimidate = 17 ))
"Where the hell are you people coming from, a clown car?!" The woman behind the desk shouts. She raises her mug of hot coffee in a threatening manner. "That's close enough! One more step and I'll scald the shit out of you!"
Already a fare skinned woman, she somehow becomes paler as Dageron saunters into the room and starts talking to her in a lingo that is somehow more archaic and weirder than what everyone else has said so far. She pushes the chair away from herself and looks like she's ready to bolt.
"What eastern European rock did you crawl out from under? A Transylvanian one?" She mutters. Coffee sloshes from around the rim of the mug as her hand shakes. "I can't stop the alarm and it wouldn't matter if I did! Egon! We've got company! They're making threats and being weird!"
She takes a step back, still brandishing the mug. The towel around her head has started to unwrap.
"You think you scare me, huh? I live in New York! I know 'Nam vets who've seen less shit than me!"
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Dageron, sensing the woman's panic, tries to help her decide to flee. He disengages the bangle momentarily, lifting his visor while full on looking at the woman. "I assure you madam, I am from no place you have heard of. Make your escape before things get out of hand, we will not stop you." He reengages the bangle and returns to cover.
“He’s just a bit protective, I’m sorry. We’ve had a rough two days.” Warvin says to the women, then starts coughing more and dry heaving.
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
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T-Ward puts his face in his hands, it was all going fine until it wasn't. He starts moving from the doorway and into the building proper Taking a look around the room he finds himself in.
The woman's face scrunches up as Dageron shows his true face, and she goes from frightened to absolutely pissed off.
"You!" She shouts, furious. The coffee mug comes up, back, and goes flying straight at his hobgoblininess. "Damn, that was my favorite mug too! I told you guys two weeks ago when you called that you could set an appointment like everyone else! You don't get to just walk in here looking like that and scare the shit out of everyone! What's wrong with you? Don't give me that crap about creating a portal from Earth to Scumdoggia or whatever that crap that was! What do you want? An autograph? EGON! Turn off the damn alarm! It's just those weirdos from GWAR!"
As she says that, she looks up at the device above the door.
"Shoulda known." She mutters. "No damn wonder it went off."
The alarm stopped.
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
(( Dexterity Save = 9 ))
The mug smashes into Dageron's armor. He remains in cover.
Shavaris sneaks into the room and up the stairs while the loud discussion starts and as she does, the machine above the door starts going off. Not paying attention to it, she finds the other four people upstairs and takes the fire pole down to the garage. Seeing that she is trapped with another vehicle... isn't that what they are called? She echo switches out of the garage and back to the front of the building.
Seeing Johnathan and Delph still standing outside the building, she walks over to them, "Ok, I have a mark on everyone. The four men might come out of that big door there," she points at the garage, "If so, come let us know. Otherwise stand guard as this is a new world and I am guessing killing is more of an issue here than it is at home. But hey, we have to do this." Shavaris looks extremely somber and focused, no sense of humor or the typical little playfulness she usually holds to help keep her sane. Her eyes are hard and her hands are on her hilts. She turns without another word and slips back into the building.
Just as the mug smashes into Dageron. She then pulls out Sick and Twisted and hurls them at the woman doing all the yelling behind the desk.
Attack: 28 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Attack: 31 Damage: 19
She then summons Eloise to in the midst of all the clamor.
T-Ward looks on in astonishment as shavaris' blades sink into the woman, though he cannot stop a grin crossing his face. Tapping into the magic within Ward's body, the Travin within starts mumbling a tune to himself out of habit. Three giant toads appear in front of him as he mumbles...
"Are you ready Steve? Croak!
Andy? Croak!
Mick? Ribbit!
Alright fellas, LETS GOOOOOOOOO!"
Then with a nod to Wravin, T-Ward and the toads rush in!