Lord Dameion and stood, clicked his heels as appropriate, and when told to go at ease had sunk back into his relaxed self. Despite his inebriated, or possibly just very hungover, state he seemed reactive and strong, as if having become accustom to this lifestyle his muscles remembering the motions without the need for thought. "Sir!" Lord Dameion's voice was powerful, and once again way more alert than would have been let on before, "Are we to receive standard pay for this mission sir?"
Tempest tried his best to emulate the rigidity of Dame's posture when the C.O. called them to attention. His heels squeaked together more than clicked due to the wetness. Tempest now fiddles with his new map and awaits the C.O.'s response.
"Thank you sir!" Lord Dameion felt good knowing at least that he'd be able to make the necessary payment to his private eye. "Sir, will we be provided transport, or any support from the military?"
Bitterhorn bows his head slightly and shakes his head. "I'm afraid not. All our available troops and supporting roles are holding the line. The barracks is already sufficiently close to the warzone to go on foot. Though I suppose we could send elements of the nearest cavalry division to take you part of the way. Keeping a low profile as you near the siege engine is critical."
Thalvos stood at attention, his form nearly perfect with a well drilled instruction, as he was dismissed he finished his meal while listening to the conversation.
"Stealth is of importance I am in trouble." He chuckled for a moment as he finished his meal, shifting around to see everyone. "Anything special to take it down? Or I am I just gonna go at it with a hammer for a while, considering that speed is of the utmost importance commander." He started to spin the top of his hammer across the floor as he waited for a reply as the sooner they got going, the better he figured.
"Of course," Bitterhorn replied, to Liakrana's question. "Take what you need. As for your question Thalvos. The trebuchet was designed to be taken apart. It shouldn't be difficult to disassemble and chop up or set fire to the individual components. The important thing is that it no longer harasses the mages."
(ooc: As for the contents of the armory, it won't contain anything too special yet. Basic weapons and supplies. Maybe some incendiary potions to help in destroying the siege weapon.)
Tempest heads toward the armory and returns with: a grappling hook, 100ft of rope and 2 flasks of oil. He carefully puts everything into his backpack and finishes what's left of his ale. Walking over to the map table Tempest snaps to attention looking at Bitterhorn, slightly less squeakily, and says:
Ramping up from merely being gracious, Balian presents himself with a bow complete with elaborate flourishes, one that would impress any monarch of the TCA, but in this setting only serves to show contempt for military order and pomp.
"My good dwarf, I have a question for you: Should we find the opportunity to cause even more mischief on our travels, do we have you permission to do so, or should we return when our mission is accomplished like good boys and girls?" At this, he clicks his heels, salutes, and stands perfectly to attention.
The twinkle in his eye suggests he'd probably do the former, regardless of what the answer is.
Bitterhorn notices the mischievous look in Balian's eye and smiles behind his beard. He scratches it in thought. "I would strongly prefer that you return to HQ after the mission. But...if you should happen to come across a target of opportunity, I won't tell you not to attack it. Use your best judgment."
"Music to my ears!" Balian's face lights up for a second, after which he turns and notices his new companions rummaging through the armoury and making preparations to depart.
Gathering his backpack, he rushes to the armoury with a cry of "Save something good for me!" Like a child in a toy shop, Balian scans the room, the euphoria subsiding after realising that most of the items are rather mundane. Sighing, he picks a few items off the shelves, then returns to his original seat to await the order to move out.
I've taken a grappling hook, steel mirror, 2 oil flasks, and 50ft rope, in absence of any further ruling on what we can/cant take out the armoury.
He will also grab a grappling hook, a flask, a blanket, and two pouches.
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Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM) Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy) DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
Ignatius makes his way to the armoury, poking through supplies before walking away. He looks to see what flammable materials and/or incendiary devices are available.
OOC: Drusk can have a healer's kit. Ignatius will find a couple of vials containing highly flammable liquid. (Handle with care.)
I have a busy day tomorrow, and won't be back online till late afternoon. I will try to move the campaign to the next scene then. This will give a little more time for characters to wrap things up before they depart for the mission. Also, I'd like to know how everyone would feel about text only battles? I was going to use a map, but am reconsidering. If anyone would like to offer their input on this, please feel free to do so in the OOC forum, thanks.
On everyone's cue Berak stands at attention and listens to the colonel's every word. To him, the mission is clear: get in without attracting too much attention, destroy the siege engine, then get out. Simple.
Once dismissed, Berak will head to the armory and casually look around, nothing here catches his ire, but it never hurts to shop around.
((Sorry for my lack of posts, work has been kicking my ass lately!))
Lord Dameion Arlon
Lord Dameion and stood, clicked his heels as appropriate, and when told to go at ease had sunk back into his relaxed self. Despite his inebriated, or possibly just very hungover, state he seemed reactive and strong, as if having become accustom to this lifestyle his muscles remembering the motions without the need for thought. "Sir!" Lord Dameion's voice was powerful, and once again way more alert than would have been let on before, "Are we to receive standard pay for this mission sir?"
Ignatius had stood, robes swishing around him as he clicked his heels uncertainly, moving his hands back from behind his back as soon as he could.
Now he waits patiently for Dameion's question to be answered, hands fiddling with his spellbook.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Tempest
Tempest tried his best to emulate the rigidity of Dame's posture when the C.O. called them to attention. His heels squeaked together more than clicked due to the wetness. Tempest now fiddles with his new map and awaits the C.O.'s response.
"We are prepared to award a small stipend in gold pieces to the volunteers, after the successful completion of the mission," Bitterhorn replies.
Lord Dameion Arlon
"Thank you sir!" Lord Dameion felt good knowing at least that he'd be able to make the necessary payment to his private eye. "Sir, will we be provided transport, or any support from the military?"
Bitterhorn bows his head slightly and shakes his head. "I'm afraid not. All our available troops and supporting roles are holding the line. The barracks is already sufficiently close to the warzone to go on foot. Though I suppose we could send elements of the nearest cavalry division to take you part of the way. Keeping a low profile as you near the siege engine is critical."
Liakrana at least stood
"may me access the armory before we go?"
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Thalvos stood at attention, his form nearly perfect with a well drilled instruction, as he was dismissed he finished his meal while listening to the conversation.
"Stealth is of importance I am in trouble." He chuckled for a moment as he finished his meal, shifting around to see everyone. "Anything special to take it down? Or I am I just gonna go at it with a hammer for a while, considering that speed is of the utmost importance commander." He started to spin the top of his hammer across the floor as he waited for a reply as the sooner they got going, the better he figured.
"Of course," Bitterhorn replied, to Liakrana's question. "Take what you need. As for your question Thalvos. The trebuchet was designed to be taken apart. It shouldn't be difficult to disassemble and chop up or set fire to the individual components. The important thing is that it no longer harasses the mages."
(ooc: As for the contents of the armory, it won't contain anything too special yet. Basic weapons and supplies. Maybe some incendiary potions to help in destroying the siege weapon.)
Tempest
Tempest heads toward the armory and returns with: a grappling hook, 100ft of rope and 2 flasks of oil. He carefully puts everything into his backpack and finishes what's left of his ale. Walking over to the map table Tempest snaps to attention looking at Bitterhorn, slightly less squeakily, and says:
"Ready to depart sir."
"Set fire to it? I can certainly do that," Ignatius mutters, just loud enough for those next to him to hear.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Ramping up from merely being gracious, Balian presents himself with a bow complete with elaborate flourishes, one that would impress any monarch of the TCA, but in this setting only serves to show contempt for military order and pomp.
"My good dwarf, I have a question for you: Should we find the opportunity to cause even more mischief on our travels, do we have you permission to do so, or should we return when our mission is accomplished like good boys and girls?" At this, he clicks his heels, salutes, and stands perfectly to attention.
The twinkle in his eye suggests he'd probably do the former, regardless of what the answer is.
Liakrana browses the armory and pulls a hand axe and packs his quiver as full as possible
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Bitterhorn notices the mischievous look in Balian's eye and smiles behind his beard. He scratches it in thought. "I would strongly prefer that you return to HQ after the mission. But...if you should happen to come across a target of opportunity, I won't tell you not to attack it. Use your best judgment."
"Music to my ears!" Balian's face lights up for a second, after which he turns and notices his new companions rummaging through the armoury and making preparations to depart.
Gathering his backpack, he rushes to the armoury with a cry of "Save something good for me!" Like a child in a toy shop, Balian scans the room, the euphoria subsiding after realising that most of the items are rather mundane. Sighing, he picks a few items off the shelves, then returns to his original seat to await the order to move out.
I've taken a grappling hook, steel mirror, 2 oil flasks, and 50ft rope, in absence of any further ruling on what we can/cant take out the armoury.
Also dumped 5 torches and 5 days rations.
Can Drusk grab a Healer's Kit?
He will also grab a grappling hook, a flask, a blanket, and two pouches.
Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec
Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM)
Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
Ignatius makes his way to the armoury, poking through supplies before walking away. He looks to see what flammable materials and/or incendiary devices are available.
And that's all I have to say about that.
OOC: Drusk can have a healer's kit. Ignatius will find a couple of vials containing highly flammable liquid. (Handle with care.)
I have a busy day tomorrow, and won't be back online till late afternoon. I will try to move the campaign to the next scene then. This will give a little more time for characters to wrap things up before they depart for the mission. Also, I'd like to know how everyone would feel about text only battles? I was going to use a map, but am reconsidering. If anyone would like to offer their input on this, please feel free to do so in the OOC forum, thanks.
"aside from time of departing is there anything else commander. Or is Intel leaving us totally blind again"
Liakrana sits back down and begins checking the arrows and fletchings
Laissez les bons temps rouler
On everyone's cue Berak stands at attention and listens to the colonel's every word. To him, the mission is clear: get in without attracting too much attention, destroy the siege engine, then get out. Simple.
Once dismissed, Berak will head to the armory and casually look around, nothing here catches his ire, but it never hurts to shop around.
((Sorry for my lack of posts, work has been kicking my ass lately!))
Kandalou Dle'tan - Level 9 Githyanki Fighter (Champion) - Rrakkma PbP