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Post by Azuloth on Mar 29, 2017 17:00:36 GMT -5
Description:Several members of the Drokagr initiative that were located in Sorath at the time the pogroms occured have not shown up among the dead and remain missing. In order to locate them it is required of you to sneak into the provincial palace and acquire documents pertaining to prisoners. An assault on the governor's palace in sorath is not recommended. Palejaw is thought to be at the location. Starting Location-The Serpent's Head Inn. Objectives-Sneak into the Governor's Palace in Sorath. -Locate the Administrator's Office. -Acquire all documents referencing prisoners. -BONUS: Forge copies of the documents. -BONUS: Escape undetected. Losing Condition-The palace enters lockdown. -The player characters are all killed in action. Thread Conditions-Player's NPCs can be permanently killed by monsters in this thread. Rewards-5000 Gold -10 Stat Points -Bonus 1: 2500 gold -Bonus 2: 5 Stat Points (Accomplishing bonus objectives will make the follow up mission easier.) Recommended Level: 2 - 5 Players:- Fyrra Na'Limndra- - - -
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Apr 19, 2017 10:14:58 GMT -5
Fyrra did not know what she was walking into when she stopped by the Serpent'a Head Inn after purchasing the building materials. The tavern was empty. The bartender was gone, the maids were gone. There was only one other occupant from what she could tell and it wasn't a rat. She approached the table where the shadowy figure sat and spoke.
"Uhm... what are you doing here? Is the tavern closed?"
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Post by Azuloth on Apr 20, 2017 9:45:41 GMT -5
"Yes. I believe you're here for the undertaking? Are you with the initative?"
The cloaked figure said, standing and turning to face the Kalimbra. It was a full blooded Drokagr. She was older looking. Her hair was dyed brown, and she wore a bandana over her mouth. But her purple eyes made it obvious. She looked the Kalimbra up and down and recognized her.
"You've been in KM magazine. I guess all types want to end this madness. I have a hard job for you and anyone else that comes along for this. I need you to sneak into the palace here in Sorath and find documents to pertaining to prisoners taken. Some key members of the initiative are not among the dead here in Sorath but we're here when the pogroms happened. They've likely been taken prisoner. We need to find and rescue them. Can you do this?"
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Apr 25, 2017 8:55:34 GMT -5
"I just need to get the papers right? I think I can do that..."
She knew where the castle was, and where the palace was. Finding the papers would be the true test. Luckily she felt a tad prepared for this. She had spent a few days on the road, trying to practice her high Cruic wherever she went. She was very literate in drokagr. But the hanneth's main language was a mystery. A mystery she was determined to solve. She felt smart and capable. And who else would take on this task if not her?
No one else was standing in the tavern.
"Should I bring them here? The papers I mean?"
Fyrra was prepared to do so, but if she didn't make a clean escape she was concerned for her kin's well being.
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Post by Azuloth on Apr 26, 2017 16:35:11 GMT -5
"Ah. If you can. If you cannot, bring them to Innorsford, or any Alliance stronghold. You must go now. Lingering too long in a closed tavern will make you appear the criminal. We cannot rescue our sisters if you do not succeed in this mission."
The female would shoo away the Kalimbra, and go about her business of remaining shady and in disguise. Out in the streets everything was calm and under control. The Kalimbra, should she keep her disguise, would find that there were no issues amongst the common people. They would ignore her beyond the cursory glance or the lingering lustful leer. Other than that, her approach to the palace would be unchallenged. Each door of the palace was guarded heavily. Several footmen would lurk around it, making sure that no undesirables got in.
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Apr 29, 2017 10:53:47 GMT -5
"Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Fyrra said, before refreshing her glamours on herself. She would then leave the tavern and proceed directly to where the Governor's palace was. She completed a circuit around the palace only to find that each entrance was guarded by several footmen. She would have to bluff her way in. Which, could end horribly for herself and others. But she would do her best. Coming up with a lie would be difficult, lying was not her strong suit. In fact she wasn't entirely sure how to go about lying in the best manner to convince them.
Merrake always caught her in her lies. Nevertheless, she would try to lie to these idiots and see if she could get into the palace. She chose an entrance near the back and would approach the guards.
"Sirs, if you have a moment. I believe I accidentally left my I.D. card in the kitchens this morning when my shift ended. Could you let me back inside so I can get it? Everyone else I've asked has had a stick up their ass."
Fyrra Na'Limndra 20/20/20/28+10(38)/10/10/18+10(28)/23/20/20 HP: 400/400 Stm: 80/80 MP: 226/276 -50
All Dolled Up -Fyrra magically alters the color of her eyes, skin, and hair. -Increases Charisma and Diplomacy thresholds by 10 -Mp Cost: 50
*Glamours I, Thaumaturgy I*
Attempting to Lie to convince the soldiers to let her in. Threshold: 38+0=38 i9SBipiz 32!! Success!
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Post by Azuloth on May 2, 2017 20:04:12 GMT -5
The Kitchen
Fyrra would find herself in the Palace's kitchen. There were three women who were working in there at the current moment. One, a very fat and old crone, was standing over the stew pot. The stew inside was bubbling and boiling. Another was standing at the work table, carving bread with a knife. She appeared to be in her forties. The third one was a boring looking teen, turning a spit, which rotated the salamander roasting over to the fire next to it. The old crone spotted Fyrra as soon as she entered.
"You, get over here and mix this salad. Palejaw, is meeting with the Governor of Fordeth and his cabinet right now. They'll be expecting an appetizer any minute. Well? What are you waiting for?"
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on May 2, 2017 20:16:08 GMT -5
Oh dear. She was not expecting to be roped into cooking the enemy a meal. In fact, she was not expecting to cook. She didn't know how. But chopping a salad was supposed to be easy right? Maybe even simple? How hard could it be to make a salad? In fact, she didn't know. Her first instinct was to lie again. It had worked so well before on the guards. They had to have had more guile than this old crone, right? What was the worst that could happen?
The crone could see through her lies, and have her skewered on that spit, roasting like a salamander. Fyrra shuddered at the thought. But everyone thought she was human, so that was unlikely right?
Oh, anxiety. My old friend. How you play with the mind and ruin our days.
"Uhm.. actually. I'm supposed to clean the lord's rooms today. Heh.."
Fyrra Na'Limndra (All Dolled Up) 20/20/20/28+10(38)/10/10/18+10(28)/23/20/20 HP: 400/400 Stm: 80/80 MP: 226/276
Attempting to Lie to convince the Crone she is a maid, with a totally different job. Threshold: 38+0=38 hFL9haiE
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Post by Azuloth on May 2, 2017 20:35:36 GMT -5
The Kitchen
"Don't 'heh' me you little whore. That's an obvious lie. You're going to take over for Mindy. Mindy, mix the salad. Let the lying bitch turn the salamander."
Mindy did as the old crone bade her to do. She let the Salamander stop spinning and went to mix the salad. She was personally relieved that Fyrra had shown up to take her place. Her arms had been getting tired. She regretted taking this job, but it paid nicely. The forty or so year old woman didn't look up from her work at all. She did speak, however.
"The kind of help they send us."
"You were a lying whore once too. Get back to work, all of you."
Old Crone 1D100 => 83 Failed Counter Roll. Beat Fyrra's 85. Lie Detected.
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on May 6, 2017 15:29:42 GMT -5
This lying bitch wants out of here.
Fyrra felt bad that the lie didn't work, not that she had lied in the first place. Turning a salamander on a spit for so long was not going to help her. She needed a distraction, a good one. First she went over to the spit and began to turn it the best she could. She was not too physically strong, but it wasn't like she was weak either. For a few moments she turned the salamander on the spit. Then once she got the hang of it she focused her attention on the old crone. She was the most likely candidate for her distraction. Shattering a bone of the old woman would not be difficult, and magic would not be suspected. She was old after all. Old people tended to have bones that were more brittle than the young. Fyrra focused her attention on the old woman, and willed one of her bones to shatter.
Fyrra Na'Limndra (All Dolled Up) 20/20/20/28+10(38)/10/10/18+10(28)/23/20/20 HP: 400/400 Stm: 79/80 MP: 166/276 -60
Shatter -Using her newfound powers Fyrra can break a random bone of a foe. (Roll 1d15) -Cooldown: 3 turns -Mp cost: 60
*Necromancy I, Hexing I, Thaumaturgy III*
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Post by Azuloth on May 9, 2017 7:11:56 GMT -5
Spell Results: 1d15 => 2: Neck
Suddenly the old Crone's neck snapped, and she fell face first into the boiling hot stew. The old iron hooks snapped under the weight and the cauldron hit the bed of coals underneath. The woman's body began to burn as the cauldron bounced and freed her head from its confines, splashing the boiling stew all over the floor. The other two women screamed.
"Somebody get help!"
"She's dead! Fire! Fire!"
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on May 15, 2017 7:51:04 GMT -5
"I-I'm going to get help."
Fyrra stammered, she wasn't expecting to kill the old crone. Maybe snap her wrist or a rib. Something the bitch could recover from. Killing her was something altogether different. It was unexpected. It was outside of her own desires. She never wanted to kill anyone.
It happened though.
The boiling stew everywhere was a surprise, as was the fire.
Fyrra went towards the door that would lead to the hallway quickly, and pushed through it into that space. She'd spend a minute looking around.
Fyrra Na'Limndra (All Dolled Up) 20/20/20/28+10(38)/10/10/18+10(28)/23/20/20 HP: 400/400 Stm: 79/80 MP: 166/276
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Post by Azuloth on May 15, 2017 19:04:52 GMT -5
Eastern Hallway:
Behind Fyrra was the kitchen door. Two meters to her right was another door, daylight broke through its tiny cracks between the floor and the ornate door itself. Two meters in front of her was another door, more ornate than the one to her right. The hallway she was in was two meters, by twenty one meters long. Four meters to Fyrra's left was the entrance to another hallway, which was also two meters wide. There seemed to be at the least an empty suit of armor at the extreme end of the hall, and at worst, a regular infantry man. It appeared to be guarding the corner at the end of the hall.
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on May 16, 2017 7:59:23 GMT -5
After checking the hallway Fyrra decided it was probably best to get as few enemy soldiers involved as possible. She had made her way past the first group of footmen from before by sheer guts, chance and good looks. She opted to go dramatically burst through the more ornate door in front of her, more or less throwing herself through the threshold for effect.
"Help! She's dead! The chef is dead and the kitchen is on fire!"
All these things were true. There was a dead female chef in the kitchen and the kitchen was on fire because her body was on fire.
Fyrra had cleared her mind of guilt in. Killing the old crone temporarily. She was thinking about her kin that were missing, taken captive by the SKC.
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Tyr
Human
Shaper
Being a FUR BLANKET
Posts: 513
Moral Alignment: Pure Hearted
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Post by Tyr on May 16, 2017 22:10:14 GMT -5
Tyr's visit to Sorath was long overdue, for numerous reasons. Palejaw's letter was the final push that forced him to make such a trip, and after business was complete he would see to all his other reasons. It was that business though that caused him to ride into town with haste, stopping only to identify himself to any guards that truly seemed determined to stop him. His summons got him through several areas in a hurry, being directed to the Governor's Palace by some very flustered soldier types. Maybe it was the fact that Force Commander Palejaw had requested his presence personally. Maybe it was having to face the fury of an irritated and hurrying Duke who'd was now forced to wait on you.
Tyr arrived outside the palace and hopped off his horse, quickly smoothing his clothes out and handing the reigns to an attendant. He figured they'd be competent enough to take care of it properly without instructions. Marching into the palace, the Duke simply held out the letter to the nearest person who seemed to be in charge of something and stared them down with the hardest gaze he could manage.
"I request an audience with the Force Commander. Immediately." There was an edge of authority to his voice, the tone of someone with power beyond the personal. A runner was dispatched and Tyr didn't even wait for a response. He moved to follow the man through the halls, and would only stop when he was introduced to the Force Commander for his meeting.
Intimidating some random person to get him in front of Palejaw immediately. Normal (0) + Cha (40) + Noble Garments (30) + Force of Personality (10) + Intimidate 0 (0) = DC 80 LC4u5UPn
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