Watching the Aasimar with a smirk as they talk about him, it was obvious he had truly upset Ro with his flirting. He smirked as they approached him and surprised him by saying he was hot, after listening to Ro complaints Poppy felt he had to act. "Oh my, what a pleasure to meet you." Leaning to kiss their forehead in a quick peck, "Sadly, I have been in a ménage à trois before. While it was a beautiful and life changing experience, I will have to deny that possibility. I have never seen the relationship work out, it just leaves everyone hurt. So my dear beautiful Kaitlin, take care of our sensitive stony heart Kitten. She will be a much much better partner then I can be, but if you both occasionally want a third bedmate. I can preform well enough for you both, just nothing past the physical please." With a smile and a gentle hug, Poppy moves away toward Jax. "Thank you, Sweet and patient Jax. Hopefully, I have finished this personal relationship business. It is hard being a sexual demigod, as well you should know my strapping handsome cohort. Now let's get down to business, afterwards I must have a discussion with whoever wanted me recruited." Walking to stand in the center of the room near Jax, obviously taking a position of leadership with him. 

“Nope, he called me kitten, he dies!” Ro stands up and launches herself at you, drawing her dagger at the same time. Fortunately for you, Kaitlin catches her and stops her, and they sit back down on the couch, Ro mumbling to herself. “Well, that was unpleasant.” Jax says. “Well, now to business. You lot have been assigned to go attack a small coalition outpost in the eastern reach, and stealth is if the utmost importance. I mean it this time.” He says that with a stare at Ro and Rem. “We are expecting that they aren’t well armed, although there has been rumors of some travelers tech in their possession. Stay alert, that’s all we really know. In the morning you head out. But for now, get some rest. Guys are to that side,” he says, motioning to the left. “And girls are on the right. Please refrain from doing anything stupid, as I will likely be blamed.” He then yawns and walks towards the left side of the room, which you now know to be the guy dorms. “Goodnight, you weirdos” he calls over his shoulder as he walks into the room, closing the door behind him. “Meh, I think me and Ro are going to sit out here for a while, you guys go to bed” Kaitlin says. Freir just runs into the guy dorms after Jaxonn.

"Jax, just a moment, please," Thris calls out as the man heads out.  "Who will be in charge of this...mission?"  The glance he casts the halfelf's way leaves little doubt as to who Thris believes should not have that honor.  The man was a cocky fool, though undoubtedly handy in a fight given the fluidity of his motions.  Thris had no trouble working with such a person, even liking him. He just didn't want to take orders from someone who thought so highly of himself.  Confidence was important in a leader...cockiness to be avoided.

"Also, will we get getting a more thorough briefing in the morning?  Numbers?  More than 10?  Less than 50?  Layout...anything like that?  Walls?  No walls?  Anything at all?"

“Uuuum, no walls, just a jumble of tents. And Ro will be in charge, alongside Remeyl. And around, idunno, 15 ish? It’ll be a fast operation, so we didn’t need that much info.” He says, as he is walking towards the dorm.

Thris nodded, "Thank you, Jax."  Inside, though, ice congealed in his stomach.  What sort of group had he been assigned to?  Fast operation?  Don't need much information?  Getting to his feet, he sighed inwardly.  He was supposed to trust these people and that never came easy to him and if this was their attitude to operations, it would come harder still.  Heck, he'd barely trusted his last leader and that woman had treated operational information like the gold it was.  Here...it felt more like debased coppers.

Still, they had a good reputation.  He would judge them by their actions, as he always did.  He smiled grimly as he walked into the dorm.  Just like he judged the invaders...right before he put an arrow into them.

El watches all of this with a slightly exasperated sigh as she moves to where she had been directed to sleep. " I am going to bed...."

(Ahahahahaha, I am making my layers paranoid by the militaries lack of information! I take pride! But yes, you get the vibe that these people aren’t big on plans. Or logic.)

"I shall bathe before I sleep then, where is the tubs? If anyone wants to come with, I will not be against it." Winking at everyone in the room, "Male or female, I like all companionship. I would invite Ro, but I doubt she is a fan of water." Looking at Thris, "If you want to lead, you can try. I will give you some advice about it. Be confident, and don't double guess your decisions. If you need more advice, we can talk while bathing." Smirks and chuckles as he looks at Jax, wondering if they even had tubs. 

"Ro's the leader, Poppet.  But I won't say no to a bath...just a bath, my friend, just a bath."  Following Poppy to the baths, Thris enjoys feel of hot water and soap and being clean.  There would be little opportunity for either during the mission.  As they bathed, he told the half-elf some stories about his prior missions.  He kept things vague but all his stories had the air of authenticity, the kind of stories no one could make up...you'd either lived it or you hadn't.

As they dried off, he said, "I'm training to be a sniper--one shot, one kill."  He was not boasting, just sharing a little detail with his new teammate.

Poppy welcomes the company as they bath, being extremely careful to cover his body so Thris can't see much more then his arms and legs. Poppy mostly listens, giving occasional humorous comments but mostly just asking questions. As they dry, Poppy is wrapping towel after towel on himself. "Sniper huh? That is a difficult skill, I am handy with a bow but not anything special. I have practice with a short bow but no formal training. I am a lover not a fighter, or I was once. Now, I don't know. I just want live my life helping others, or at the very least do something meaningful."

 (Well, you guessed it, Ro hates water. If you talk to her about it, she’ll say she’s allergic. But that’s a lie. ALSO YES! CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT! BEST PART OF DND! HAHA! And yeah, if you want strategy, come up with it yourself.)

Ro gives you a sour look as you invite her to a bath, but you get the sense that she is warming up you a little bit (most likely with help from Kaitlin. Pretty much her entire mental state is only supported by Kaitlin.) 

After you wake up, (by the way, when do you guys wake up and how do you sleep?) breakfast is eaten and you gather onto a small platform. “This is a teleportation platform. One way trips to wherever you want to go. We will get you right up next to the camp, and they won’t see you coming. You will have a few minutes to scout and strategize, then attack. The sooner you defeat them the sooner you can come back. Are you all ready?”

(also probably by the end of this Kaitlins gonna end up taking your offer, poppy. She’s the dependent of Sune, goddess of love, sooooooo, that will end gr8)

Poppy refused breakfast, saying he couldn't work with anything on his stomach. He had slept decently, but he missed the sounds of his home. The bastard of a owl who never shut up, the distant wolf howls and the Whip-poor-will that he had spent nights trying to find and strangle. After gathering he spent some time combing his hair and cleaning up, so he looked glowing and beautiful. "Well a few minutes seems a bit short, but we can easily wing this. We can discuss strategy after we get placements of the tents and soliders."

”I was born ready to kick butt.” Ro says jokingly.

Thris rouses easily from his elvish trance, as refreshed as if he'd slept as other races needed to do, though far less of his time was wasted thus.  He spends the time the others are still sleeping adding poison to 6 of his arrows, checking the blacking on all the arrowheads, his armor and shield, sharpening his sword, checking his bow and additional bowstrings, and lastly his armor.  As he hears them rousing, he joins them for breakfast.  He notes some of the others not eating, perhaps in response to the pending action.  For him, he knows the truth of the old soldier's saying: Eat when you can, sleep when you can, fight when you must.  He ate enough to fill his belly but not so much to feel full.

After breakfast, he donned his gear and joined the others.  

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After you wake up, (by the way, when do you guys wake up and how do you sleep?) breakfast is eaten and you gather onto a small platform. “This is a teleportation platform. One way trips to wherever you want to go. We will get you right up next to the camp, and they won’t see you coming. You will have a few minutes to scout and strategize, then attack. The sooner you defeat them the sooner you can come back. Are you all ready?”

 "What time of day will it be where we are going?  What terrain?  And I seem to recall hearing that we'd receive some magic or something prior to this first mission.  Was that in error?" Didn't these people know even the basics of military doctrine?  Force control?  Anything?

Jaxonn takes a deep breath. “Ok, look. I get the feeling that you are, less than satisfied with how we handle things military wise here. But you have to understand, that we are not an army. We are a group of ordinary people, just trying find some sort of justice in this hellhole of a place. Yes, we rely heavily on luck, but that because we have nothing else. The coalition has strategists, we have runaways. They have soldiers, we have... well. We have people. Yes, we try to fight back, but all we can do is hope. All we have is hope. Please, just understand, and try your best. As of magic, we should have something cooked up by the time you are back.” He steps back from his rant, breathing heavily.

Shira had a restless sleep staring at the grey roof for hours on end. 

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Thris rouses easily from his elvish trance, as refreshed as if he'd slept as other races needed to do, though far less of his time was wasted thus.  He spends the time the others are still sleeping adding poison to 6 of his arrows, checking the blacking on all the arrowheads, his armor and shield, sharpening his sword, checking his bow and additional bowstrings, and lastly his armor.  As he hears them rousing, he joins them for breakfast.  He notes some of the others not eating, perhaps in response to the pending action.  For him, he knows the truth of the old soldier's saying: Eat when you can, sleep when you can, fight when you must.  He ate enough to fill his belly but not so much to feel full.

After breakfast, he donned his gear and joined the others.  

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After you wake up, (by the way, when do you guys wake up and how do you sleep?) breakfast is eaten and you gather onto a small platform. “This is a teleportation platform. One way trips to wherever you want to go. We will get you right up next to the camp, and they won’t see you coming. You will have a few minutes to scout and strategize, then attack. The sooner you defeat them the sooner you can come back. Are you all ready?”

 "What time of day will it be where we are going?  What terrain?  And I seem to recall hearing that we'd receive some magic or something prior to this first mission.  Was that in error?" Didn't these people know even the basics of military doctrine?  Force control?  Anything?

 Sensing Thris' anxiety, Rem reaches over to tap his arm. He mutters calmly 'Take it easy. The cold truth is, this is unknown territory....the Coalition are always unpredictable. As is the terrain they position themselves in. As such, we'll devise a plan when we reach the outskirts of the camp.' Giving the ranger his attempt at a reassuring smile (which exposes his terrifying fangs), he adds: 'I suppose this isn't what you're used to, huh? Trust Ro, she usually has some idea of what she's up to.'

Rem sighs quietly, and looks distant for a brief moment. 'Listen, Thristollia. Most likely, we can address this situation using standard tactics; Yourself, Poppy, and El could take up a flanking position to cover Gribble, Shira and myself at a range. Don't ask what Rogeliah will choose to do, for she's about as predictable as death by heart attack. Those of us in close quarters will attempt guerrilla hit and run tactics. I think Ro mentioned that the camp should mostly be comprised of tents, so your arrows shan't be hindered by stone walls or the like. I have....unusual abilities that allow me to scout silently, without being seen. So I will likely enter first, then report back. Maybe I'll take one other with me who is light of foot.'

With a smirk, Rem grunts: 'Does that sound technical enough to you? Just...be prepared to improvise.' 

 Shira begins tapping her foot impatiently, saying "I have been waiting for months to strike a blow at the coalition, please tell me we're not going to be sitting here for a week discussing strategy, in the end this stuff never goes right, surely you know that."  

“My point exactly!” Ro yells, a bit louder than necessary due to the fact that your all gathered in a 10 foot circle...