As they approach, Sol gets Francis in the middle of the group and starts digging in his pack. He pulls out two potion bottles that are full of blue liquid that steams as if it was boiling. "Here." He holds the two bottles out for Gewyn and Vin to grab. "These are potions of heroism. They should boost your health as well as bless you for a time. We are getting close and will land on the roof of the factory."
Making sure the two grab them and then do as they please with the bottles, Sol continues, "Once we get inside, we will work our way down through all of the sub levels. I know there are several, but I do not know how deep the factory goes. When we land, I will do the talking. Any questions?"
"How long will these last? Where we are from it would normally be a minute, but I have experience of potions in Thaeir and they can last a shorter time", he asks Sol.
Upon landing, Sam gives the eagle several pats of thanks before climbing off. "So anyway, by what authority are we shutting this place down?" he asks, turning to look at Sol.
"I mean goodness and righteousness and all things puppy dogs and wholesome, sure. But you want minimal death and destruction? You think us just saying 'Please, in the name of Shinoh, be nice little obedient workers and listen to us' will work?" Sam asks. "For you, perhaps. All shiny and gold and high up in the chain of command... But why the hell are they supposed to not think the rest of us are mad? Or invaders of some kind? Do we get like uniforms or badges or something?"
Those who have been around Sam a while now, and who care enough to pay attention, would notice a lack of bite in his tone. He is actually curious how they are expected to "police" people who have no clue who they are or why they would have any authority...
As you land on the flat rooftop, the core shining above you and the city outstretched around and up like giant walls stretching to the sky, you all spot a door, just horizontal, set into the roof itself.
Omertyr lands with a bit of a thunk and a moment later the door opens upward, one lone guard stepping out at 90⁰, his last step into the ether is a big one as he adjusts his gravity and stands upright in the roof waiting fir the group to approach and greet them.
Sol turns to Sam, a bit of surprise on his face. Whether it is due to Sam's change of style or his question, who knows. "By what authority? Why Shenoh's of course. I can see that you all are a bit hesitant here on the situation, but I assure you, what Shenoh says goes here. She was uncharacteristically lenient with you all, I'm sure due to the news you brought with you, but people on this isle know that her word is law."
To the rest of Sam's comments, Sol shakes his head. "You accompany me, you are in good company might I be so bold?" He looks down upon himself and of Francis and smiles, "Yes, I suppose we are all shiny and gold. But is that so bad?"
Turning to Vin, "Coerce? No...all will see that I am moving with my own free will. And all know that I follow Shenoh's instructions and only hers. This shall be easy. You all are along just to help make the process go quicker as we eliminate the foul stuff."
With his head held high, the aasimar dismounts from Francis, rubs the golden goat's nose and walks towards the single guard. "Good day sir. We are here on official business from Shenoh. Please, may I speak to foreman in charge today? I thank you to make it quick." He gives a quick nod to the guard.
Gewyn’s fingers are itching to play either of the instruments he has on his person. To weave comforting magics with their sounds, ready to turn them to his advantage in a pinch, but appearances are important, and he does not want to sabotage the urgency and authority Sol brings by adding merriment. So he refrains.
But he also observes, looking to pick out any hidden hostilities in the faces they are about to see when they gain entry.
Vin outwardly accepts Sol's explanation, whilst within his own thoughts he marvels at how Sol retains his belief that Shenoh has complete control even after finding out she has been manipulated for centuries.
He waits next to Neferox, one hand on her neck, as the hound's keen senses are honing in on any potential trouble.
He is surprised when Sol speaks to the guard in common, having expected not to understand the conversation.
“If everyone is so gosh darn compliant then why do we need be here at all?” Sam counters, half rhetorically. “Anyway, how do we eliminate the stuff? Pour it down the drain? Set it on fire?”
The guard takes a moment of confusion before looking around the group and something clicks in their head, "great Sol, trade language on account of outsiders? I can happily speak it with you if you wish, foreman is in production room in lower levels, I can ask him to come meet up here with you if you please?"
Muir stands at the back of the group and waits. He looks around at their surroundings taking it all in while looking for anything that seemed off due to a warning they were on their way.
Vin remains silent as he waits to see which option Sol will choose. Realising he is still holding the potion Sol gave him, he discreetly puts it away, even as he looks the guard over to see what sort of armour and weaponry he is packing.
Sol smiles, happy with the response from the guard. He looks to his companions, but doesn't respond to Sam as he doesn't want to alarm the guard yet. Deciding it would be good for them to see the operation and get a feel for what they are up against, he turns back to the guard, "Let us accompany you to talk to him. Thank you for your offer, but no need to drag him out here when we are perfectly capable of meeting him where he works."
"of course! If follow me... Will elemental be joining? Door is not large, might be problem?" The guard replies as they gesture to Ömertyr who seems to be distracted by surveying the city and not really paying much attention to the words he can't understand.
The guard steps through the door with a follow me gesture leaving the group to decide what to do.
As they approach, Sol gets Francis in the middle of the group and starts digging in his pack. He pulls out two potion bottles that are full of blue liquid that steams as if it was boiling. "Here." He holds the two bottles out for Gewyn and Vin to grab. "These are potions of heroism. They should boost your health as well as bless you for a time. We are getting close and will land on the roof of the factory."
Making sure the two grab them and then do as they please with the bottles, Sol continues, "Once we get inside, we will work our way down through all of the sub levels. I know there are several, but I do not know how deep the factory goes. When we land, I will do the talking. Any questions?"
Muir shakes his head no
Vin takes one of the potions.
"How long will these last? Where we are from it would normally be a minute, but I have experience of potions in Thaeir and they can last a shorter time", he asks Sol.
"Who wants it?", he then asks those around him.
Sol gives Vin a strange look, "A minute where you are from? That is unfortunate. They will last an hour once you take them."
“Perhaps I mistook the spell for the potion, thinking about it”, Vin says shrugging.
Upon landing, Sam gives the eagle several pats of thanks before climbing off. "So anyway, by what authority are we shutting this place down?" he asks, turning to look at Sol.
"I mean goodness and righteousness and all things puppy dogs and wholesome, sure. But you want minimal death and destruction? You think us just saying 'Please, in the name of Shinoh, be nice little obedient workers and listen to us' will work?" Sam asks. "For you, perhaps. All shiny and gold and high up in the chain of command... But why the hell are they supposed to not think the rest of us are mad? Or invaders of some kind? Do we get like uniforms or badges or something?"
Those who have been around Sam a while now, and who care enough to pay attention, would notice a lack of bite in his tone. He is actually curious how they are expected to "police" people who have no clue who they are or why they would have any authority...
“Sam makes a good point”, Vin adds. “It wouldn’t take much for the guards to assume the outsiders have coerced you into shutting them down”.
“I assume you have a plan”, he adds, his game face now on.
As you land on the flat rooftop, the core shining above you and the city outstretched around and up like giant walls stretching to the sky, you all spot a door, just horizontal, set into the roof itself.
Omertyr lands with a bit of a thunk and a moment later the door opens upward, one lone guard stepping out at 90⁰, his last step into the ether is a big one as he adjusts his gravity and stands upright in the roof waiting fir the group to approach and greet them.
Muir lands with his eagle, gives it a pet, and follows behind the group
Sol turns to Sam, a bit of surprise on his face. Whether it is due to Sam's change of style or his question, who knows. "By what authority? Why Shenoh's of course. I can see that you all are a bit hesitant here on the situation, but I assure you, what Shenoh says goes here. She was uncharacteristically lenient with you all, I'm sure due to the news you brought with you, but people on this isle know that her word is law."
To the rest of Sam's comments, Sol shakes his head. "You accompany me, you are in good company might I be so bold?" He looks down upon himself and of Francis and smiles, "Yes, I suppose we are all shiny and gold. But is that so bad?"
Turning to Vin, "Coerce? No...all will see that I am moving with my own free will. And all know that I follow Shenoh's instructions and only hers. This shall be easy. You all are along just to help make the process go quicker as we eliminate the foul stuff."
With his head held high, the aasimar dismounts from Francis, rubs the golden goat's nose and walks towards the single guard. "Good day sir. We are here on official business from Shenoh. Please, may I speak to foreman in charge today? I thank you to make it quick." He gives a quick nod to the guard.
Gewyn’s fingers are itching to play either of the instruments he has on his person. To weave comforting magics with their sounds, ready to turn them to his advantage in a pinch, but appearances are important, and he does not want to sabotage the urgency and authority Sol brings by adding merriment. So he refrains.
But he also observes, looking to pick out any hidden hostilities in the faces they are about to see when they gain entry.
Vin outwardly accepts Sol's explanation, whilst within his own thoughts he marvels at how Sol retains his belief that Shenoh has complete control even after finding out she has been manipulated for centuries.
He waits next to Neferox, one hand on her neck, as the hound's keen senses are honing in on any potential trouble.
He is surprised when Sol speaks to the guard in common, having expected not to understand the conversation.
“If everyone is so gosh darn compliant then why do we need be here at all?” Sam counters, half rhetorically.
“Anyway, how do we eliminate the stuff? Pour it down the drain? Set it on fire?”
The guard takes a moment of confusion before looking around the group and something clicks in their head, "great Sol, trade language on account of outsiders? I can happily speak it with you if you wish, foreman is in production room in lower levels, I can ask him to come meet up here with you if you please?"
Muir stands at the back of the group and waits. He looks around at their surroundings taking it all in while looking for anything that seemed off due to a warning they were on their way.
Vin remains silent as he waits to see which option Sol will choose. Realising he is still holding the potion Sol gave him, he discreetly puts it away, even as he looks the guard over to see what sort of armour and weaponry he is packing.
Sol smiles, happy with the response from the guard. He looks to his companions, but doesn't respond to Sam as he doesn't want to alarm the guard yet. Deciding it would be good for them to see the operation and get a feel for what they are up against, he turns back to the guard, "Let us accompany you to talk to him. Thank you for your offer, but no need to drag him out here when we are perfectly capable of meeting him where he works."
"of course! If follow me... Will elemental be joining? Door is not large, might be problem?" The guard replies as they gesture to Ömertyr who seems to be distracted by surveying the city and not really paying much attention to the words he can't understand.
The guard steps through the door with a follow me gesture leaving the group to decide what to do.
Muir will follow and bring up the rear a step or two behind the group as a whole.
Vin waits for the guard to head inside before whispering to Sol, "Is it usual for folk to be nervous in your presence?".