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Kyrsa does her best to look over the papers, focusing on the numbers since Jhaarteal seemed to have had issues with that part. If she could at least memorize whatever parts he had trouble with, then they should be good to go.
INT: 11
(She does read all of it, that way if she can't memorize the numbers then she at least gets something of this endeavor.)
(Did Akyan and Mina leave before we reached Nyblond's place? I'm a little confused as to where we split up. If that's the case I guess Kyrsa and Jhaarteal are alone right now while Akyan, Mina, and Lyndaran went to talk to Nyla?)
Jhaartael stands in quiet contemplation for a long moment. Slowly a question forms for Krysa, "It seems we tend to make a splash on our missions. In your experience, would you say a good infil team makes as much of a spectacle as we do?"
Kyrsa, still scanning the documents, gives a wry smile, "Honestly? No. But, I suppose the fire was part of Tamryn's individual mission, so it was in a way a necessity." She looks up from the papers, and sighs, "We've done well in some areas, but that doesn't excuse our failures as well--most of which came from lack of communication and planning. We're getting better though, I'd say this last mission went pretty well all things considered. Akyan's psychic ability has proven a huge asset in that regard." She smiles, remembering Jhaarteals initial reaction to the drow, then she chuckles, "To be honest, most of the infiltration missions I did in the military ended in the target either burning or going under siege shortly afterwards. Very few of them were solely for gathering information, and for those that were for intel my team didn't go in all that deep. We had other teams for that... though I do remember leading a couple where my team had to scout out the area, note guard patterns and whatnot, and locate a target. Those were more difficult, and we were instructed not to engage at any point--if we'd been spotted, we would have died." Her face grows a little somber. "I...must also apologize. There have been a few times during these last few missions when I've grown rather frustrated with all of you. But part of that was my fault--I have to keep reminding myself that everyone her, including myself, are still new to this. And...while some of our early mistakes could have been avoided by better planning, others were simply unavoidable given the circumstances. Thats...just something I have a difficult time accepting. I've had experience with infiltration missions, but they were never my specialty. I lead a lot of them, but I also knew my team a lot better than I know this one, and I was in charge of making all the decisions, there was no room for miscommunication." She hesitates, remembering times when she'd made the wrong choice, and lost men because of it. Letting out a breath, she collects the documents again and slides them into their folder. "Its just difficult for me to accept making mistakes when our lives depend on not making those mistakes. Akyan almost died when he and Tamryn went into that warehouse alone...not to mention what happened with the ghosts...and, well I wish Tamryn would have waited on leaving just now, so he could at least have Annika go with him."
She stops herself, "Sorry, that was more then you were asking for." She chuckles, "Its just difficult for me not to analyze everything we've done so far, and it is often the case that when I do...I tend to overlook everything we've done right and just fixate on what we did wrong." She pauses, "Still, looking back, I can tell that we are growing as a team. It might be taking longer then I would like...but we are working under very different conditions then what I was used to in the military. We are getting better each time we go out, and this last mission is proof of that..." She stops herself from thinking of all the things they could have done differently, there will always be room for improvement, and it is easy to see what the right route would have been in retrospect. All that mattered was that the path they chose worked well enough that the mission was a success and they didn't lose anyone in the process. As she thinks about this, she also thinks about what Aldara said to her before their first mission. Was she doing a good job at fulfilling that request? It doesn't feel like it, but at the same time it was never official anyways.
After a moment of silence, she tucks the folder under her arm and says, "Well, it seems that everyone else has wandered off... I hope that going back to that tavern wasn't a mistake... but perhaps we can catch up to them once we've made our delivery."
With chin-stroking attentiveness, Jhaartael listens to Krysa's assessment of their recent missions. He stays a long while in silence, then offers, "Each of us has skills which were earned through discipline and practice. Being this team is a new skill for us. It seems that as you have expertise in how this is rightly done, we should submit ourselves to your regimentation and instruction. Perhaps forming us more along military standards could help us both learn faster and perform more effectively. How would you prefer to organize us?"
The drow steps forward as Nyla starts issuing orders to his companion. “We did return the money. That purse belonged to one of our companions.” There is more than a slight hint of irritation in his voice as he speaks, which he struggles to hide in his next sentence. “We doubt the cartel will come for you and your tavern, but our friend wanted to at least try to ensure your safety.”
The barmaid turns to Akyan, "You think a bag of coins will ensure our safety? Have a lot of experience with the cartel, do you? You're pretty sure they won't come and torture and kill us, but you throw some gold at us to assuage your guilty conscience? And with that, we're supposed to hope that after we disappear for a week or two, the Serpents will forget all about whatever you've done with those thugs and their money, and we can just come back and start up the tavern again and continue as before? Did you just fall off a turnip wagon??"
Her tough exterior starts to crack, and a single tear trickles down her smudged cheek. "Listen, I know we can't force you to do anything. But please, don't you know anywhere safe we can go to start over? Somewhere in the city we could hide out for a while, and then maybe start a new alehouse or inn or something?"
Kyrsa does her best to look over the papers, focusing on the numbers since Jhaarteal seemed to have had issues with that part. If she could at least memorize whatever parts he had trouble with, then they should be good to go.
INT: 22
(She does read all of it, that way if she can't memorize the numbers then she at least gets something of this endeavor.)
As Kyrsa looks over the papers, it's as if someone suddenly opened a window in her mind, and bright sunlight streamed in. She almost shouts "Eureka!" as she, by some inspiration of the gods, suddenly sees the underlying patterns and organization of the crowded columns of numbers on the pages, and it all makes sense. It reminds her of a time she stood atop a hill looking down on a battlefield, and all her lessons on strategy and tactics finally came together in her mind in one instant, and she intuitively knew how not just her platoon, but the whole army could achieve victory. She is somewhat stunned that she memorizes the entire document and can trace the stolen money through the listed accounts with ease. She is also confident that the documents do indeed provide proof that Lady Viper was embezzling money from the cartel's coffers for her own personal enrichment.
Torelli scowls. "The Lady does not have time to read fatuous fan-mail. One of my responsibilities is to have someone weed through all the correspondence that comes in, and only bother her with matters of the most import." He sighs and snaps his fingers. A servant appears out of nowhere and immediately runs off to find parchment and ink. "Very well. Leave your obsequious hen-scratches here, and I will read it. If I do not find it too simpering or banal, which I highly doubt, I will pass in on to Lady Dannihyr in due time. You offer of employment expires in one tenday. Unless we discover that you have betrayed us to our enemies. Then you will be the one expiring."
The tiefling turns and walks elegantly out of the room. Two guards re-enter and remain with you until you finish your letter and leave the estate.
With chin-stroking attentiveness, Jhaartael listens to Krysa's assessment of their recent missions. He stays a long while in silence, then offers, "Each of us has skills which were earned through discipline and practice. Being this team is a new skill for us. It seems that as you have expertise in how this is rightly done, we should submit ourselves to your regimentation and instruction. Perhaps forming us more along military standards could help us both learn faster and perform more effectively. How would you prefer to organize us?"
Kyrsa hesitates, "That is... a simple question with a not so simple answer. For individual missions, how I would organize my team depends greatly on what our mission is and how much information we have concerning it. Our last mission was executed about as well as I could have hoped, mainly because we discussed our strategy beforehand using the information we gleaned from Nyblond and those orcs. Though I will say that getting that information in the first place was a bit of a fluke considering how everyone went off in separate directions without telling everyone what their plans were. Perhaps if this team had been together for years, we would have known each other well enough to anticipate each other's actions, but we aren't there yet. Hopefully we all live long enough to reach that level of teamwork, but that is something that will only come with experience. She sighs, "Outside of missions, there isn't much that we haven't already been doing that I would ask us to do. ...though it would be a good idea for everyone to put all their cards on the table so to speak, so that we all know what each other are capable of. So, what spells does our team have at our disposal? Things like that. I know we've tried to do this, but I don't think we ever talked about it at length. The other thing would be to run ourselves through more practice scenarios, which I had hoped we would do after our failure with that first simulation." She chuckles, "I really had hoped we'd do more of those... Still, even if we can't go back to the farm to put ourselves through more of those complex simulations, we can always come up with scenarios ourselves and talk through them. Honestly, the biggest thing we need to do is keep training, and also stop to think before rushing into things."
Giving a soft smile she says, "I would not mind taking command, so long as the others are alright with it. ...Perhaps I should tell you... Aldara asked me to lead the rest of you simply because of my military experience. However, she told me it was an unofficial role, so I didn't want to overstep during these last few missions... which has left me in a bit of an awkward situation. I didn't want to order everyone around without being acknowledged as leader--that would be unfair. I also did not want to interfere when others seemed to come up with plans that were just as good if not better than my own." She pauses, thinking for a moment, "Hmm, perhaps once this is all over...assuming we don't need to arrange a rescue mission for Tamryn--I know what he said but if we were to get clearance to launch a rescue mission I won't hesitate to go after him. Anyways... once this is all over perhaps we should regroup and discuss what our past experiences are. What did you do before joining the circle? If we all know what our former occupations were, it would be easier to figure out how to apply our skills to these missions." As she talks, she starts forming ideas about the structure of their team. Once their roles are determined, it will be much easier to form plans and make decisions. Still, she wants to wait until everyone is together before discussing this further. After a moment she looks to Jhaarteal and says, "We can...talk about this more with the team. Though, I must ask you not to say anything about...what Aldara told me. If I am to lead, I want it to be everyone's choice--I want them to make that choice based on their own judgement, not Aldara's."
(OOC: lol, I've been trying really hard to make Kyrsa sound like she knows what she is talking about, when in reality I don't know much about military standards and it probably shows. So if she ever says something that doesn't really make sense, let me know. :'D)
Mina glares at the halfling. "We did not have to come here and offer what we could to help you out. I do not have a guilty conscious, so do not pretend to know me. The likelihood that anything will be connected to your tavern is about ridiculous. The orcs that were here are no more and so there is nothing to tie this place to the serpents beyond typical business. The last place the orcs were seen was in the serpents tower, not here. Leave because you are worried due to the fire, don't leave, keep business as normal. I do not care."
"As far as someplace safe in this town? I do not know this town." She looks to Akyan to see if he wants to add anything else.
Nyla starts to turn away, shaking her head in frustration and despair, when she hears Mina mention "fire" and replies, "Fire? what fire?"
Then an idea starts to take shape in her head, and she turns to stare at the slowly dying embers in the fireplace. After a moment, she looks at Leeloo, and tosses the bag of coins to her.
"Leels, you and Hazel run home and get the kids and go to Dinah's. I'll meet you there later. Carlos, Tsivini, you are welcome to join us, or if you have another exit strategy, now is the time to use it. Carlos, don't forget to empty out the till and anything you've been stashing away. Tiny, Jake, carry home as much of the expensive liquor as you can, we might be able to use it someday."
Turning back to Mina, "Go on, then, uncaring elf. Guess your similarity to the human Thamior was less than I thought. You're absolutely right, I don't know you at all. Go back to wherever you hide and count your money, while the city burns around you. May you never see me again."
(Did Akyan and Mina leave before we reached Nyblond's place? I'm a little confused as to where we split up. If that's the case I guess Kyrsa and Jhaarteal are alone right now while Akyan, Mina, and Lyndaran went to talk to Nyla?)
This was my assumption, that they ran over to the tavern while Jhaartael and Kyrsa are back at the street corner (?)
At this Mina’s hard facade crumbles. The events of the day were too much and this poor halfling… she didn’t mean to be so cruel.
She reaches in her pack and pulls out her dagger, slowly. She hands it over to the Nyla. “In case you need it? I… I’m sorry. You’re right, that was cruel. I do care. But I’m not from here. Though there is a chapel down the street? An elf named Nyblond, tell him we sent you if you need help. We are trying to take down the Serpents, but not at the cost of people like you. Please, I am sorry for being so harsh and I do hope to see you again, I like your spunk...you remind me of someone I used to know.”
She gives her a sad smile, nods to her in goodbye and with slumped shoulders, slowly leaves the tavern, feeling very beaten down indeed.
(Did Akyan and Mina leave before we reached Nyblond's place? I'm a little confused as to where we split up. If that's the case I guess Kyrsa and Jhaarteal are alone right now while Akyan, Mina, and Lyndaran went to talk to Nyla?)
This was my assumption, that they ran over to the tavern while Jhaartael and Kyrsa are back at the street corner (?)
Works for me, I was just a little confused at when they left and who went with them. I might have missed something though.
Nyla looks down at the dagger in her hand with a quizzical expression, then shrugs and tucks it into the rear waistband of her skirt. She shoos the three elves out of the tavern, and slams the door behind you.
Once in the street and while they walked towards the temple Lyndaran says.
"That was... unfortunate. I guess that we should have disguised ourselves before talking the half-orcs for drinking, but that wouldn't help Mina. I... I fell bad for them but they could turn on us. Better to talk to the other group to see if they can help them. We cannot rely on our enemies tactics. If we are to help this people for good... every small bit counts. Perhaps we can hide them on the ship. No one will look for them there... " he offers.
(I guess My sickness made me take to long to post. :'D Looks like it's to late for Akyan to speak up now. I guess he's still to mad at Tamryn to be focused on Nyla.)
Akyan shrugs. That halfling has never seen his real face since he was, and currently is disguised as a human. "She didn't really give you or I the chance to respond did she." He says, irritation now plain, "I was actually considering that ship, especially since those bloody ghosts are apparently on vacation or something." He growls, "You're welcome to going back in there and trying talk to her again. I don't care either way. That woman is lucky we even considered coming to warn her."
(OOC: lol, I've been trying really hard to make Kyrsa sound like she knows what she is talking about, when in reality I don't know much about military standards and it probably shows. So if she ever says something that doesn't really make sense, let me know. :'D)
(OOC: Not to worry. Enjoying your roleplay. Afterall, I don't know that much about being a brother of a cleric, but we all have our little make-believe.)
Jhaartael looks at Krysa through heavy eyes, "Very well. We shall see what the others think, but I would think it good to engage in a little more practice and perhaps to establish some regimentalism in our unit. I thoroughly support your taking the lead. As for the matter at hand, if you think you have the document well committed to memory, then perhaps we should continue to Nyblond?"
Tamryn rolls his eyes at the two guards and then proceeds to write the following letter:
Milady Fatima,
I assume Torelli will read this because he is both a snoop and too intimidated by my presence to realize that I asked that the letter be taken to you, rather than to your mother, esteemed though she is. Fear not, I shall ask you if you received the letter if we meet again, which increases the odds, ever so slightly, of Torelli actually giving you the letter rather than keeping it for his own nefarious ends.
I wished simply to thank you for bringing the humble efforts of Gretchen and myself to your mother's attention. Due to our actions on her behalf, she has decided to offer us a position and I think we will take it. I must consult with Gretchen, of course, as she is my guide in most things, but it may be possible that we will run into you again. Then again, perhaps not. I cannot foresee whatever obstacles there may be. Nonetheless, I thank you again for your help and actions on my behalf and look forward to the possibility of meeting again some time in the future.
On the off chance Torelli doesn't burn this,
Yours sincerely,
Gorondael
Tamryn writes the letter, places it in the envelope, carefully writes "Milady Fatima" on the envelope, seals the envelope with wax, and, lacking a signet, presses the end of a dagger into the wax. He then bows to both guards, asks them to give his regards to Torelli, and exits the building. Again, once out of direct sight of House Dannihyr, he will attempt to fade into the shadows and escape the detection of anyone following him.
Lyndaran takes a couple of more steps down the alley and stops.
"I will try. Go ahead I 'll join you soon enough."
The wood elf comes back to the door and knocks.
"Mina, Carlos. Please open up. I know of a place" he doesn't raise his voice but tries to imprint the urgency. When any of them opens the door he enters so no one can hear him.
"Listen... we know a place... it's not pretty, it's not clean, but it's safe, or at least it should be. We didn't mention it earlier because... well... because it is haunted. There is a couple of ghosts there, or there was, we kinda of free them. They said they will linger but they should be harmless now."It's clear that the last sentence is more a hope than a certain thing, but he tries to say it with confidence. " Go the South docks, look for a marooned ship named The Nightmare. Just... be safe until things calm down. We never meant to bring you problems. I... I am sorry"
with that Lyndaran goes out and hastes to rejoin the others at Nyblond's
Mina looks at Lyndaran with a bit of hope as he decides to head back into the tavern. But knowing how it will probably turn out, is dashed again as she continues to walk towards Nyblonds. She's glad they accomplished their goal and hopes those papers are what the elf wanted.
Then she remembers she has a folder with Thamior's name on it and she picks up her pace a bit with Akyan as they head back.
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Kyrsa does her best to look over the papers, focusing on the numbers since Jhaarteal seemed to have had issues with that part. If she could at least memorize whatever parts he had trouble with, then they should be good to go.
INT: 11
(She does read all of it, that way if she can't memorize the numbers then she at least gets something of this endeavor.)
(Did Akyan and Mina leave before we reached Nyblond's place? I'm a little confused as to where we split up. If that's the case I guess Kyrsa and Jhaarteal are alone right now while Akyan, Mina, and Lyndaran went to talk to Nyla?)
Jhaartael stands in quiet contemplation for a long moment. Slowly a question forms for Krysa, "It seems we tend to make a splash on our missions. In your experience, would you say a good infil team makes as much of a spectacle as we do?"
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Kyrsa, still scanning the documents, gives a wry smile, "Honestly? No. But, I suppose the fire was part of Tamryn's individual mission, so it was in a way a necessity." She looks up from the papers, and sighs, "We've done well in some areas, but that doesn't excuse our failures as well--most of which came from lack of communication and planning. We're getting better though, I'd say this last mission went pretty well all things considered. Akyan's psychic ability has proven a huge asset in that regard." She smiles, remembering Jhaarteals initial reaction to the drow, then she chuckles, "To be honest, most of the infiltration missions I did in the military ended in the target either burning or going under siege shortly afterwards. Very few of them were solely for gathering information, and for those that were for intel my team didn't go in all that deep. We had other teams for that... though I do remember leading a couple where my team had to scout out the area, note guard patterns and whatnot, and locate a target. Those were more difficult, and we were instructed not to engage at any point--if we'd been spotted, we would have died." Her face grows a little somber. "I...must also apologize. There have been a few times during these last few missions when I've grown rather frustrated with all of you. But part of that was my fault--I have to keep reminding myself that everyone her, including myself, are still new to this. And...while some of our early mistakes could have been avoided by better planning, others were simply unavoidable given the circumstances. Thats...just something I have a difficult time accepting. I've had experience with infiltration missions, but they were never my specialty. I lead a lot of them, but I also knew my team a lot better than I know this one, and I was in charge of making all the decisions, there was no room for miscommunication." She hesitates, remembering times when she'd made the wrong choice, and lost men because of it. Letting out a breath, she collects the documents again and slides them into their folder. "Its just difficult for me to accept making mistakes when our lives depend on not making those mistakes. Akyan almost died when he and Tamryn went into that warehouse alone...not to mention what happened with the ghosts...and, well I wish Tamryn would have waited on leaving just now, so he could at least have Annika go with him."
She stops herself, "Sorry, that was more then you were asking for." She chuckles, "Its just difficult for me not to analyze everything we've done so far, and it is often the case that when I do...I tend to overlook everything we've done right and just fixate on what we did wrong." She pauses, "Still, looking back, I can tell that we are growing as a team. It might be taking longer then I would like...but we are working under very different conditions then what I was used to in the military. We are getting better each time we go out, and this last mission is proof of that..." She stops herself from thinking of all the things they could have done differently, there will always be room for improvement, and it is easy to see what the right route would have been in retrospect. All that mattered was that the path they chose worked well enough that the mission was a success and they didn't lose anyone in the process. As she thinks about this, she also thinks about what Aldara said to her before their first mission. Was she doing a good job at fulfilling that request? It doesn't feel like it, but at the same time it was never official anyways.
After a moment of silence, she tucks the folder under her arm and says, "Well, it seems that everyone else has wandered off... I hope that going back to that tavern wasn't a mistake... but perhaps we can catch up to them once we've made our delivery."
With chin-stroking attentiveness, Jhaartael listens to Krysa's assessment of their recent missions. He stays a long while in silence, then offers, "Each of us has skills which were earned through discipline and practice. Being this team is a new skill for us. It seems that as you have expertise in how this is rightly done, we should submit ourselves to your regimentation and instruction. Perhaps forming us more along military standards could help us both learn faster and perform more effectively. How would you prefer to organize us?"
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The barmaid turns to Akyan, "You think a bag of coins will ensure our safety? Have a lot of experience with the cartel, do you? You're pretty sure they won't come and torture and kill us, but you throw some gold at us to assuage your guilty conscience? And with that, we're supposed to hope that after we disappear for a week or two, the Serpents will forget all about whatever you've done with those thugs and their money, and we can just come back and start up the tavern again and continue as before? Did you just fall off a turnip wagon??"
Her tough exterior starts to crack, and a single tear trickles down her smudged cheek. "Listen, I know we can't force you to do anything. But please, don't you know anywhere safe we can go to start over? Somewhere in the city we could hide out for a while, and then maybe start a new alehouse or inn or something?"
As Kyrsa looks over the papers, it's as if someone suddenly opened a window in her mind, and bright sunlight streamed in. She almost shouts "Eureka!" as she, by some inspiration of the gods, suddenly sees the underlying patterns and organization of the crowded columns of numbers on the pages, and it all makes sense. It reminds her of a time she stood atop a hill looking down on a battlefield, and all her lessons on strategy and tactics finally came together in her mind in one instant, and she intuitively knew how not just her platoon, but the whole army could achieve victory. She is somewhat stunned that she memorizes the entire document and can trace the stolen money through the listed accounts with ease. She is also confident that the documents do indeed provide proof that Lady Viper was embezzling money from the cartel's coffers for her own personal enrichment.
Tamryn:
Torelli scowls. "The Lady does not have time to read fatuous fan-mail. One of my responsibilities is to have someone weed through all the correspondence that comes in, and only bother her with matters of the most import." He sighs and snaps his fingers. A servant appears out of nowhere and immediately runs off to find parchment and ink. "Very well. Leave your obsequious hen-scratches here, and I will read it. If I do not find it too simpering or banal, which I highly doubt, I will pass in on to Lady Dannihyr in due time. You offer of employment expires in one tenday. Unless we discover that you have betrayed us to our enemies. Then you will be the one expiring."
The tiefling turns and walks elegantly out of the room. Two guards re-enter and remain with you until you finish your letter and leave the estate.
Kyrsa hesitates, "That is... a simple question with a not so simple answer. For individual missions, how I would organize my team depends greatly on what our mission is and how much information we have concerning it. Our last mission was executed about as well as I could have hoped, mainly because we discussed our strategy beforehand using the information we gleaned from Nyblond and those orcs. Though I will say that getting that information in the first place was a bit of a fluke considering how everyone went off in separate directions without telling everyone what their plans were. Perhaps if this team had been together for years, we would have known each other well enough to anticipate each other's actions, but we aren't there yet. Hopefully we all live long enough to reach that level of teamwork, but that is something that will only come with experience. She sighs, "Outside of missions, there isn't much that we haven't already been doing that I would ask us to do. ...though it would be a good idea for everyone to put all their cards on the table so to speak, so that we all know what each other are capable of. So, what spells does our team have at our disposal? Things like that. I know we've tried to do this, but I don't think we ever talked about it at length. The other thing would be to run ourselves through more practice scenarios, which I had hoped we would do after our failure with that first simulation." She chuckles, "I really had hoped we'd do more of those... Still, even if we can't go back to the farm to put ourselves through more of those complex simulations, we can always come up with scenarios ourselves and talk through them. Honestly, the biggest thing we need to do is keep training, and also stop to think before rushing into things."
Giving a soft smile she says, "I would not mind taking command, so long as the others are alright with it. ...Perhaps I should tell you... Aldara asked me to lead the rest of you simply because of my military experience. However, she told me it was an unofficial role, so I didn't want to overstep during these last few missions... which has left me in a bit of an awkward situation. I didn't want to order everyone around without being acknowledged as leader--that would be unfair. I also did not want to interfere when others seemed to come up with plans that were just as good if not better than my own." She pauses, thinking for a moment, "Hmm, perhaps once this is all over...assuming we don't need to arrange a rescue mission for Tamryn--I know what he said but if we were to get clearance to launch a rescue mission I won't hesitate to go after him. Anyways... once this is all over perhaps we should regroup and discuss what our past experiences are. What did you do before joining the circle? If we all know what our former occupations were, it would be easier to figure out how to apply our skills to these missions." As she talks, she starts forming ideas about the structure of their team. Once their roles are determined, it will be much easier to form plans and make decisions. Still, she wants to wait until everyone is together before discussing this further. After a moment she looks to Jhaarteal and says, "We can...talk about this more with the team. Though, I must ask you not to say anything about...what Aldara told me. If I am to lead, I want it to be everyone's choice--I want them to make that choice based on their own judgement, not Aldara's."
(OOC: lol, I've been trying really hard to make Kyrsa sound like she knows what she is talking about, when in reality I don't know much about military standards and it probably shows. So if she ever says something that doesn't really make sense, let me know. :'D)
Mina glares at the halfling. "We did not have to come here and offer what we could to help you out. I do not have a guilty conscious, so do not pretend to know me. The likelihood that anything will be connected to your tavern is about ridiculous. The orcs that were here are no more and so there is nothing to tie this place to the serpents beyond typical business. The last place the orcs were seen was in the serpents tower, not here. Leave because you are worried due to the fire, don't leave, keep business as normal. I do not care."
"As far as someplace safe in this town? I do not know this town." She looks to Akyan to see if he wants to add anything else.
Nyla starts to turn away, shaking her head in frustration and despair, when she hears Mina mention "fire" and replies, "Fire? what fire?"
Then an idea starts to take shape in her head, and she turns to stare at the slowly dying embers in the fireplace. After a moment, she looks at Leeloo, and tosses the bag of coins to her.
"Leels, you and Hazel run home and get the kids and go to Dinah's. I'll meet you there later. Carlos, Tsivini, you are welcome to join us, or if you have another exit strategy, now is the time to use it. Carlos, don't forget to empty out the till and anything you've been stashing away. Tiny, Jake, carry home as much of the expensive liquor as you can, we might be able to use it someday."
Turning back to Mina, "Go on, then, uncaring elf. Guess your similarity to the human Thamior was less than I thought. You're absolutely right, I don't know you at all. Go back to wherever you hide and count your money, while the city burns around you. May you never see me again."
This was my assumption, that they ran over to the tavern while Jhaartael and Kyrsa are back at the street corner (?)
At this Mina’s hard facade crumbles. The events of the day were too much and this poor halfling… she didn’t mean to be so cruel.
She reaches in her pack and pulls out her dagger, slowly. She hands it over to the Nyla. “In case you need it? I… I’m sorry. You’re right, that was cruel. I do care. But I’m not from here. Though there is a chapel down the street? An elf named Nyblond, tell him we sent you if you need help. We are trying to take down the Serpents, but not at the cost of people like you. Please, I am sorry for being so harsh and I do hope to see you again, I like your spunk...you remind me of someone I used to know.”
She gives her a sad smile, nods to her in goodbye and with slumped shoulders, slowly leaves the tavern, feeling very beaten down indeed.
Works for me, I was just a little confused at when they left and who went with them. I might have missed something though.
Nyla looks down at the dagger in her hand with a quizzical expression, then shrugs and tucks it into the rear waistband of her skirt. She shoos the three elves out of the tavern, and slams the door behind you.
Once in the street and while they walked towards the temple Lyndaran says.
"That was... unfortunate. I guess that we should have disguised ourselves before talking the half-orcs for drinking, but that wouldn't help Mina. I... I fell bad for them but they could turn on us. Better to talk to the other group to see if they can help them. We cannot rely on our enemies tactics. If we are to help this people for good... every small bit counts. Perhaps we can hide them on the ship. No one will look for them there... " he offers.
PbP Character: A few ;)
(I guess My sickness made me take to long to post. :'D Looks like it's to late for Akyan to speak up now. I guess he's still to mad at Tamryn to be focused on Nyla.)
Akyan shrugs. That halfling has never seen his real face since he was, and currently is disguised as a human. "She didn't really give you or I the chance to respond did she." He says, irritation now plain, "I was actually considering that ship, especially since those bloody ghosts are apparently on vacation or something." He growls, "You're welcome to going back in there and trying talk to her again. I don't care either way. That woman is lucky we even considered coming to warn her."
(OOC: Not to worry. Enjoying your roleplay. Afterall, I don't know that much about being a brother of a cleric, but we all have our little make-believe.)
Jhaartael looks at Krysa through heavy eyes, "Very well. We shall see what the others think, but I would think it good to engage in a little more practice and perhaps to establish some regimentalism in our unit. I thoroughly support your taking the lead. As for the matter at hand, if you think you have the document well committed to memory, then perhaps we should continue to Nyblond?"
Eryndor - Red Dead Annihilation | GM - Volo's Trade Franchise - PF2e Adventures set in the Forgotten Realms
Tamryn rolls his eyes at the two guards and then proceeds to write the following letter:
Milady Fatima,
I assume Torelli will read this because he is both a snoop and too intimidated by my presence to realize that I asked that the letter be taken to you, rather than to your mother, esteemed though she is. Fear not, I shall ask you if you received the letter if we meet again, which increases the odds, ever so slightly, of Torelli actually giving you the letter rather than keeping it for his own nefarious ends.
I wished simply to thank you for bringing the humble efforts of Gretchen and myself to your mother's attention. Due to our actions on her behalf, she has decided to offer us a position and I think we will take it. I must consult with Gretchen, of course, as she is my guide in most things, but it may be possible that we will run into you again. Then again, perhaps not. I cannot foresee whatever obstacles there may be. Nonetheless, I thank you again for your help and actions on my behalf and look forward to the possibility of meeting again some time in the future.
On the off chance Torelli doesn't burn this,
Yours sincerely,
Gorondael
Tamryn writes the letter, places it in the envelope, carefully writes "Milady Fatima" on the envelope, seals the envelope with wax, and, lacking a signet, presses the end of a dagger into the wax. He then bows to both guards, asks them to give his regards to Torelli, and exits the building. Again, once out of direct sight of House Dannihyr, he will attempt to fade into the shadows and escape the detection of anyone following him.
Stealth: 20
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd
Lyndaran takes a couple of more steps down the alley and stops.
"I will try. Go ahead I 'll join you soon enough."
The wood elf comes back to the door and knocks.
"Mina, Carlos. Please open up. I know of a place" he doesn't raise his voice but tries to imprint the urgency. When any of them opens the door he enters so no one can hear him.
"Listen... we know a place... it's not pretty, it's not clean, but it's safe, or at least it should be. We didn't mention it earlier because... well... because it is haunted. There is a couple of ghosts there, or there was, we kinda of free them. They said they will linger but they should be harmless now." It's clear that the last sentence is more a hope than a certain thing, but he tries to say it with confidence. " Go the South docks, look for a marooned ship named The Nightmare. Just... be safe until things calm down. We never meant to bring you problems. I... I am sorry"
with that Lyndaran goes out and hastes to rejoin the others at Nyblond's
PbP Character: A few ;)
Mina looks at Lyndaran with a bit of hope as he decides to head back into the tavern. But knowing how it will probably turn out, is dashed again as she continues to walk towards Nyblonds. She's glad they accomplished their goal and hopes those papers are what the elf wanted.
Then she remembers she has a folder with Thamior's name on it and she picks up her pace a bit with Akyan as they head back.