Crispy says goodnight to those who left, but remains at the bar for a few minutes longer. While the first one to offer to bust open some skulls, she didn't feel like getting in trouble and kicked out of an establishment the night before a job. Maybe later. And it didn't have to involve violence. Oh, who is she kidding, or course it did. But yes. Maybe when the job was over they could explore why she is treated so bad, but slavery is a thing here, so..alright. Enough thinking.
The night went on.
Crispy never slept well. Ever since she murdered her abusive father she got nightmares regularly, as if she was being..haunted. They were very personal, the kinds that induced great panic and fear - with a sense of helplessness. Not looking forward to going to bed, she kept drinking until things got blurry. Ary might of still been there, next to her, maybe even heard her talk with great slurring and affection, but Crispy's head got heavy and eventually her muscles stopped working and melted off the chair to the floor.
Tobias wasn't quite ready to turn in either. Nervous excitement about the job ahead still filled him - this being his first time out "adventuring", and all. He watches as their rogue over-imbibes and wonders is this is a normal occurance. After another couple of ales himself, he assists Crispy back to her room as it appears she can barely stand. After getting her to her room, her carefully tucks her into bed - not wanting to impose on her modesty, though he thinks that is a quality this one lacks, he leaves her fully clothed. He the quietly makes his way to his own room.
Rarely they were good, most of the time they were bad. Maybe it was the ale, maybe it was this place, maybe it was the people, but tonight it was a good dream.
TWENTY YEARS AGO
Cora's mother slowly opened the door. She crept in slowly into her daughter's room and tried not to wake her, but she was excited and wanted to give her the toy. Cora roused, and saw her mother, and she smiled. Her mother was holding a small toy - it was a wooden horse - and wanted to put it under her pillow so Cora would find it when she woke up. Cora had a swollen eye from the beating her father gave her last night, and her mother felt responsible. She always did, even though it was never her fault. Cora smiled seeing the toy, and, having never been gifted anything before, held it tightly and hugged her mother with the innocence of a 6 year old. Her mother, she loved. And her mother always did the best she can to treat Cora right, and love her back. Downstairs, her father made some angry grumbling annoyed noises and the smile on both of their faces left, and Cora held on to the horse tightly and tried to fall back asleep, as not to incur her father's wrath once more, which was slowly growing like a volcano.
That was one of the few good memories Crispy had. Especially the night she was robbed by bandits 14 years later. She got jumped, beat up, and her toy stolen. Oh, now it was personal, and now she was extra dangerous. When she woke up from the beating, she popped her shoulder back in place, adjusted her broken nose. Don't you know i'm an investigator by profession? The bandits were sloppy, as they always are, and left tracks and garbage leading right to their hideout. She picked up her short swords, and laughed like a maniac as she infiltrated the camp, murdered them one by one - even the women and children.
You all eventually find sleep. Tobias and Luc have relatively uneventful dreams besides what they would normally have, but the other four get decidedly vivid nightmares intermixed with the regular stuff. In the morning, all you can really recall is horrifying screams of dying males, an heavily armored blonde Zofian male that none of you swear you've never seen before, bleeding out on a concrete floor, and an two headed zombie like creature that's horrifying appendages reaching out for you all before you wake up with the ringing of a strange bell.
It seems as if either room service, or Cherche, set up some type of alarm clock like contraption on all your bedside tables. Crispy, you find yours to be just a tiny bit too loud, weather that's intentional or the hangover, you can't quite tell.
Once you stumble down from your rooms to the main bar, you are welcomed with the pale blue light of early morning wafting in through the windows. Nobody except for the barkeep, the slave-girl, a table of bleary eyed guards getting morning breakfast, and you're three supervisors seems to be up and about in the Viper at this time of day.
The three are bent over a table with what seems to be architectural papers spread out across the table depicting an large manor place. Virion gives you all a curt nod, Temmet shoots finger guns, and Cherche's eyes roam across you all. Once she lands on Crispy, there's barely a twitch, but you swear you can make out a twing of her lips upwards, a self satisfied look that lasted for a fraction of a second before she continued down the line.
"This is the mayor's manor place, where tonight's gala will be held. As mentioned yesterday, many of the cities most influential individuals and their families will be in attendance. An anonymous tip has been left indicating that the "Unseen Hand" intends to somehow strike. Weather this be a mass kidnapping, an all out attack, something subtle, or anything in-between we have no info for. While a majority of the cities guard, and even special forces will be in attendance, the mayor decided to recruit the services of the adventures league as added security. There is no parameters set by our employer other then 'Stop the criminals, protect the citizens, and don't wreak the place', but I fully expect all of you too still follow the laws of the country, and the laws of common courtesy and common sense." Virion lectures, completely absorbed in his professor mode, where is seems to be at his most comfortable from what you have all seen of him.
"The current plan is to have you all naturally blend in to the ball, hopefully stop whatever's going on before it happens, or in a worst case scenario, react and minimize casualties if something does get through. We've gone through the liberty of creating fake identities for all of you, so don't complain if you get a role you don't like." Temmet carries on, lightly glaring at all of you with slightly blood shot eyes. "Arc and Tobias, you are going to infiltrate the workers of the house, masquerading as servants of the Mayor. You will keep eyes and ears open around guests and other servants, becoming fly on the wall. You two also have access to nearly all area's of the house, including the kitchens and upper floors, where guests are not allowed."
He then turns to Luc, Ary, Crispy, and Monolith "You four will be masquerading as normal guests of the valla. Your job will be to talk to guests and see if you can spot any potential suspects or leaks. You have access to the first floor, and gardens, and other areas of the house if you are specifically invited."
"Since you are all guests, we ask you to bring easily concealable weapons, such as knives and daggers. We will have our agents smuggle in your real equipment to one of the guest rooms on the second floor in case of an emergency. Cherche, Temmet, and I will also be present, but you must remember that we do not know each other. None of you know each other, unless you arrive together as a couple. That is really all there is, due to limited information. Do any of you have questions before we go through mandatory upper class acting lessons?"
The alarm startled Crispy awake so bad she hit her head on the bedframe. "GAA!"
She rubbed her head and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Hells, what time was it? Why was that alarm so loud?! Why did I even HAVE an alarm? Her head was pounding, mostly from the hangover. She took a moment to wake, and noticed the bed sheets everywhere around the bed, but she was fully clothed. Must of dreamed again, she mused. She also noticed whoever put her to bed was at least kind enough not to take advantage of her, and actually tucked her in. She wondered who it was, but the curiosity vanished as she threw up in the washbowl from her night of drinking. Stretched out the kinks, she washed up in her room, and combed her hair. She went to her backpack, took out a very small box of pills, opened it, and swallowed one. The headache was immediately gone, the sleepiness and nausea faded, and her strength returned. God bless the Academy. She snapped on her sword belt, gave herself one last glance in the mirror to admire her lean and muscular physique, winked at herself, and trotted downstairs.
She caught the glace from Cherche, and for a second it startled her. Of course. The extra loud alarm. Sly little fox. "If you want some of this, just ask, you sexy *****." she wanted to say, but instead her eyes narrowed in what looked like a combination of sexual desire and competition, and Crispy made plans to get her back while Temmet talked.
Monolith jumps up at the alarm for a moment thinking it may be an attack. After realising it's just an alarm he dresses grabs his sword and heads down first. When the others arrive he says to them, I had the weirdest dream last night, which is odd because I don't normally have any.
He listens intently to what the seniors have to say and when mention not bringing the sword at his side he frowns,
I don't like the idea of heading to hostile territory without my sword. He ponders a moment then say matter of factly, the sword is coming with me.
Ary jumps up at the alarm sound too, she didn't know there was one, her heart quickly beating she places her right hand on her chest trying to calm down.
Eventually, she grabs her stuff and goes downstairs with everybody else. "Hey guys, good day. I also had super ****ed up dreams last night, maybe it was that potion I drank" she says to everybody before the planning begins.
"Yes, two questions, do I need a cute dress? Can I bring my lute? I have a dagger and rapier and I dont mind leaving my rapier behind but I need my lute for... Well, you know, magic".
Temmet easily answers the first few questions shot by the group. “Ary, change of plans, you’ll be masquerading as an entertainer instead. We’ll get you a real small halftime show, but you’ll spend a majority of the evening smoozing up to rich noblemen and heirs to families, and see what you can find out. You can go as deep as your comfortable with, but please no mutalation of they get too handsy.”
He then turns to Monolith “Workaround, you can either be a sentry to Luc, our resident Zofian “Wizard”, or be a part of the security team. You would spend most of your time in the gardens, but you would have an in to talk casually with other security and see if there’s a possible leak there. I would suspect however, that that would be the slowest job of the evening, you’d spend your time looking at walls and plants. You’re call.”
”And regarding clothing, you will all be loaned clothing depending on your position. I don’t know what they’ll look like, but I assume they’ll hold up when compared with everyone else’s clothes. You could always bring your own, but all outfits must be approved of by Cherche here.” He says with a small flick towards the pink haired woman who looks at the group impassively.
Luc wakes at the sound of the alarm, jumps out of bed, and looks about the room with a few spells at the ready... No on here, just a wake up call... a non-wanted wake up call at that! He washes up, combs his hair, adjusts his clothing, and heads downstairs to get the briefing of the mission. Taking mental note of where the bar help is, and anyone entering or leaving the tavern, he listens intently to the briefing.
Tobias, like himself, looks fairly well rested, but the rest of the group looks like they had a bit of a rough night. 'Everyone has their own demons I guess', he thinks to himself. After the briefing he says "Sounds like a standard undercover job, nothing I'm not used to. Although I could use my own equipment, I'm open to 'borrowing' some finery for the occasion." Luc smiles wryly. "What's my cover story, visiting Wizard dignitary from Zofia? I'm pretty sure I can pull that off. As for weapons, I'm fine with the old daggers up the sleeve routine, plus I have a little something 'extra' hidden up there too." He then casts just a little puff of Poison Spray in the air for effect.
"Do we get to do our own shopping today for the occasion... or for anything else we may want?"
Though having somewhat of a late night, Tobias wakes early still refreshed. In the midst of polishing his shield and amulet an alarm suddenly sounds causing him to fumble the amulet on the ground. "What in the hells..!" He finishes up his morning routine with a quick prayer to Torm.
Being one of the first ones down, the cleric hope to show his superiors he can replied upon even though there may be some ideological differences between the two. "Morning," he offers as he steps up to table where Virion and the others are gathered.
The half orc mutters his displeasure hearing that he will be going in without his armor and shield, but does not protest understanding a more clandestine approach may be called for in this mission. "Could you perhaps supply me with some easily concealable hammers or axes?"
Ary nods. "Yep, true".
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PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Well then, I guess there is nothing to say but goodnight,
Monolith wolfs down the remainder of his meal and drink, and heads to bed.
Luc nods his assent, and heads to bed as well.
[ Insert Favorite Saying Here ] ... ;-)
Crispy says goodnight to those who left, but remains at the bar for a few minutes longer. While the first one to offer to bust open some skulls, she didn't feel like getting in trouble and kicked out of an establishment the night before a job. Maybe later. And it didn't have to involve violence. Oh, who is she kidding, or course it did. But yes. Maybe when the job was over they could explore why she is treated so bad, but slavery is a thing here, so..alright. Enough thinking.
The night went on.
Crispy never slept well. Ever since she murdered her abusive father she got nightmares regularly, as if she was being..haunted. They were very personal, the kinds that induced great panic and fear - with a sense of helplessness. Not looking forward to going to bed, she kept drinking until things got blurry. Ary might of still been there, next to her, maybe even heard her talk with great slurring and affection, but Crispy's head got heavy and eventually her muscles stopped working and melted off the chair to the floor.
"Alright, good night guys". Ary also heads to bed, she places her weapons including her lute nearby in case she needs them.
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PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Tobias wasn't quite ready to turn in either. Nervous excitement about the job ahead still filled him - this being his first time out "adventuring", and all. He watches as their rogue over-imbibes and wonders is this is a normal occurance. After another couple of ales himself, he assists Crispy back to her room as it appears she can barely stand. After getting her to her room, her carefully tucks her into bed - not wanting to impose on her modesty, though he thinks that is a quality this one lacks, he leaves her fully clothed. He the quietly makes his way to his own room.
Crispy, at night, usually dreamed.
Rarely they were good, most of the time they were bad. Maybe it was the ale, maybe it was this place, maybe it was the people, but tonight it was a good dream.
TWENTY YEARS AGO
Cora's mother slowly opened the door. She crept in slowly into her daughter's room and tried not to wake her, but she was excited and wanted to give her the toy. Cora roused, and saw her mother, and she smiled. Her mother was holding a small toy - it was a wooden horse - and wanted to put it under her pillow so Cora would find it when she woke up. Cora had a swollen eye from the beating her father gave her last night, and her mother felt responsible. She always did, even though it was never her fault. Cora smiled seeing the toy, and, having never been gifted anything before, held it tightly and hugged her mother with the innocence of a 6 year old. Her mother, she loved. And her mother always did the best she can to treat Cora right, and love her back. Downstairs, her father made some angry grumbling annoyed noises and the smile on both of their faces left, and Cora held on to the horse tightly and tried to fall back asleep, as not to incur her father's wrath once more, which was slowly growing like a volcano.
That was one of the few good memories Crispy had. Especially the night she was robbed by bandits 14 years later. She got jumped, beat up, and her toy stolen. Oh, now it was personal, and now she was extra dangerous. When she woke up from the beating, she popped her shoulder back in place, adjusted her broken nose. Don't you know i'm an investigator by profession? The bandits were sloppy, as they always are, and left tracks and garbage leading right to their hideout. She picked up her short swords, and laughed like a maniac as she infiltrated the camp, murdered them one by one - even the women and children.
All for a childhood toy.
You all eventually find sleep. Tobias and Luc have relatively uneventful dreams besides what they would normally have, but the other four get decidedly vivid nightmares intermixed with the regular stuff. In the morning, all you can really recall is horrifying screams of dying males, an heavily armored blonde Zofian male that none of you swear you've never seen before, bleeding out on a concrete floor, and an two headed zombie like creature that's horrifying appendages reaching out for you all before you wake up with the ringing of a strange bell.
It seems as if either room service, or Cherche, set up some type of alarm clock like contraption on all your bedside tables. Crispy, you find yours to be just a tiny bit too loud, weather that's intentional or the hangover, you can't quite tell.
Once you stumble down from your rooms to the main bar, you are welcomed with the pale blue light of early morning wafting in through the windows. Nobody except for the barkeep, the slave-girl, a table of bleary eyed guards getting morning breakfast, and you're three supervisors seems to be up and about in the Viper at this time of day.
The three are bent over a table with what seems to be architectural papers spread out across the table depicting an large manor place. Virion gives you all a curt nod, Temmet shoots finger guns, and Cherche's eyes roam across you all. Once she lands on Crispy, there's barely a twitch, but you swear you can make out a twing of her lips upwards, a self satisfied look that lasted for a fraction of a second before she continued down the line.
"This is the mayor's manor place, where tonight's gala will be held. As mentioned yesterday, many of the cities most influential individuals and their families will be in attendance. An anonymous tip has been left indicating that the "Unseen Hand" intends to somehow strike. Weather this be a mass kidnapping, an all out attack, something subtle, or anything in-between we have no info for. While a majority of the cities guard, and even special forces will be in attendance, the mayor decided to recruit the services of the adventures league as added security. There is no parameters set by our employer other then 'Stop the criminals, protect the citizens, and don't wreak the place', but I fully expect all of you too still follow the laws of the country, and the laws of common courtesy and common sense." Virion lectures, completely absorbed in his professor mode, where is seems to be at his most comfortable from what you have all seen of him.
"The current plan is to have you all naturally blend in to the ball, hopefully stop whatever's going on before it happens, or in a worst case scenario, react and minimize casualties if something does get through. We've gone through the liberty of creating fake identities for all of you, so don't complain if you get a role you don't like." Temmet carries on, lightly glaring at all of you with slightly blood shot eyes. "Arc and Tobias, you are going to infiltrate the workers of the house, masquerading as servants of the Mayor. You will keep eyes and ears open around guests and other servants, becoming fly on the wall. You two also have access to nearly all area's of the house, including the kitchens and upper floors, where guests are not allowed."
He then turns to Luc, Ary, Crispy, and Monolith "You four will be masquerading as normal guests of the valla. Your job will be to talk to guests and see if you can spot any potential suspects or leaks. You have access to the first floor, and gardens, and other areas of the house if you are specifically invited."
"Since you are all guests, we ask you to bring easily concealable weapons, such as knives and daggers. We will have our agents smuggle in your real equipment to one of the guest rooms on the second floor in case of an emergency. Cherche, Temmet, and I will also be present, but you must remember that we do not know each other. None of you know each other, unless you arrive together as a couple. That is really all there is, due to limited information. Do any of you have questions before we go through mandatory upper class acting lessons?"
The alarm startled Crispy awake so bad she hit her head on the bedframe. "GAA!"
She rubbed her head and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Hells, what time was it? Why was that alarm so loud?! Why did I even HAVE an alarm? Her head was pounding, mostly from the hangover. She took a moment to wake, and noticed the bed sheets everywhere around the bed, but she was fully clothed. Must of dreamed again, she mused. She also noticed whoever put her to bed was at least kind enough not to take advantage of her, and actually tucked her in. She wondered who it was, but the curiosity vanished as she threw up in the washbowl from her night of drinking. Stretched out the kinks, she washed up in her room, and combed her hair. She went to her backpack, took out a very small box of pills, opened it, and swallowed one. The headache was immediately gone, the sleepiness and nausea faded, and her strength returned. God bless the Academy. She snapped on her sword belt, gave herself one last glance in the mirror to admire her lean and muscular physique, winked at herself, and trotted downstairs.
She caught the glace from Cherche, and for a second it startled her. Of course. The extra loud alarm. Sly little fox. "If you want some of this, just ask, you sexy *****." she wanted to say, but instead her eyes narrowed in what looked like a combination of sexual desire and competition, and Crispy made plans to get her back while Temmet talked.
But how DO you get back a robot?
Monolith jumps up at the alarm for a moment thinking it may be an attack. After realising it's just an alarm he dresses grabs his sword and heads down first. When the others arrive he says to them, I had the weirdest dream last night, which is odd because I don't normally have any.
He listens intently to what the seniors have to say and when mention not bringing the sword at his side he frowns,
I don't like the idea of heading to hostile territory without my sword. He ponders a moment then say matter of factly, the sword is coming with me.
Ary jumps up at the alarm sound too, she didn't know there was one, her heart quickly beating she places her right hand on her chest trying to calm down.
Eventually, she grabs her stuff and goes downstairs with everybody else. "Hey guys, good day. I also had super ****ed up dreams last night, maybe it was that potion I drank" she says to everybody before the planning begins.
"Yes, two questions, do I need a cute dress? Can I bring my lute? I have a dagger and rapier and I dont mind leaving my rapier behind but I need my lute for... Well, you know, magic".
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DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Temmet easily answers the first few questions shot by the group. “Ary, change of plans, you’ll be masquerading as an entertainer instead. We’ll get you a real small halftime show, but you’ll spend a majority of the evening smoozing up to rich noblemen and heirs to families, and see what you can find out. You can go as deep as your comfortable with, but please no mutalation of they get too handsy.”
He then turns to Monolith “Workaround, you can either be a sentry to Luc, our resident Zofian “Wizard”, or be a part of the security team. You would spend most of your time in the gardens, but you would have an in to talk casually with other security and see if there’s a possible leak there. I would suspect however, that that would be the slowest job of the evening, you’d spend your time looking at walls and plants. You’re call.”
”And regarding clothing, you will all be loaned clothing depending on your position. I don’t know what they’ll look like, but I assume they’ll hold up when compared with everyone else’s clothes. You could always bring your own, but all outfits must be approved of by Cherche here.” He says with a small flick towards the pink haired woman who looks at the group impassively.
”Talk to the guests, got it.“ Crispy nods. ”Im going to need to be fitted for something, I dont think my old investigator uniform is going to pass.”
"Cool, I like that. I can use something in my arsenal to make everything way easier for us" she points at her lute.
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DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Luc wakes at the sound of the alarm, jumps out of bed, and looks about the room with a few spells at the ready... No on here, just a wake up call... a non-wanted wake up call at that! He washes up, combs his hair, adjusts his clothing, and heads downstairs to get the briefing of the mission. Taking mental note of where the bar help is, and anyone entering or leaving the tavern, he listens intently to the briefing.
Tobias, like himself, looks fairly well rested, but the rest of the group looks like they had a bit of a rough night. 'Everyone has their own demons I guess', he thinks to himself. After the briefing he says "Sounds like a standard undercover job, nothing I'm not used to. Although I could use my own equipment, I'm open to 'borrowing' some finery for the occasion." Luc smiles wryly. "What's my cover story, visiting Wizard dignitary from Zofia? I'm pretty sure I can pull that off. As for weapons, I'm fine with the old daggers up the sleeve routine, plus I have a little something 'extra' hidden up there too." He then casts just a little puff of Poison Spray in the air for effect.
"Do we get to do our own shopping today for the occasion... or for anything else we may want?"
[ Insert Favorite Saying Here ] ... ;-)
I have spent the better part of my fighting life being a guard for this or that, usually not a building, but I get the roll.
Though having somewhat of a late night, Tobias wakes early still refreshed. In the midst of polishing his shield and amulet an alarm suddenly sounds causing him to fumble the amulet on the ground. "What in the hells..!" He finishes up his morning routine with a quick prayer to Torm.
Being one of the first ones down, the cleric hope to show his superiors he can replied upon even though there may be some ideological differences between the two. "Morning," he offers as he steps up to table where Virion and the others are gathered.
The half orc mutters his displeasure hearing that he will be going in without his armor and shield, but does not protest understanding a more clandestine approach may be called for in this mission. "Could you perhaps supply me with some easily concealable hammers or axes?"
"You're asking for a really small axe? Just bring a dagger, later someone will bring you your stuff".
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PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
"I'm looking forward to your concert." Crispy said casually to Ary.