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M Human (Danoran) Investigator (empiricist)/2

Reporting for duty


Checking in!


Human (Risuri) Bard (Archivist) Lvl 3 AC 16/12/14 / HP 26 / F+2, R+4, W+5 / Init. +2 / Perc. +7 / Sense Motive +8

Jesselle walks into the Royal Homeland Constabulary headquarters reporting for a new assignment. The woman looks at a silver covered pocket watch and notes that she still has several only a few minutes before the briefing is to start. With a slight look of worry she hastens her pace and makes for the office.

((Reporting in.))


Female Aasimar (Chelaxian, Mwangi) Shaman (Speaker for the Past) 1

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Male Human Warpriest 1 | HP 14/14 | AC 17, touch 11, FF 16, CMD 14 | Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +4 | Init +2, Perception +2

Leon walks down the street toward the local headquarters of the R.H.C., patting the conscription letter in his pocket. He pauses outside to place a Nicodemus cigarette in his mouth and carefully light it with his flint and steel, then continues, calmly inhaling the smoke.

Or, in other words, dot.


M Human (Danoran) Investigator (empiricist)/2

Fortinbras waves away the smoke from Leon's cigarette. He frowns, the right side of his mouth twisting up in disgust. He speaks primordial with a practiced exactness, but the harsh nasal quality of a Danorian accent clings to the edges of his words. "Please take care where you point that." He gives Leon a once-over.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Don't recognize him. Numerous weapons, something of importance in his pocket--likely a document from the lack of spatial displacement. Cigarette possibly to calm nerves. Preparing for some sort of crime? Unlikely. The cittern is well-cared for, worn, but initially high quality. Sentimental attachment? Wouldn't carry a stringed instrument with sentimental attachment during criminal activity. Evidence points away from criminal.

Fortinbras raises his eyebrows and lowers his head, all while keeping his eyes on Leon."They may not seem as deadly as say...a rapier and four daggers...but cigarettes kill all the same." Fortinbras takes a drink from his flask.


Female Human Brawler 2
Quick stats:
AC 17, T 14, FF 13; hp 20/20; F +4, R +6, W +1; CMD 20 (22 vs. grapple); Init +3; Perc +6; Martial Flexibility 4/4

Dot.


Male Tiefling Gunslinger (Pistolero) 1

Dot. Heading to work. Man this is a large party, the fights are going to be chaos.


Elf Alchemist 3

Dot


Nishoh wrote:
Man this is a large party, the fights are going to be chaos.

In my experience with PbP games, it's best to start off with a larger group. It helps the game out with a lot of posts and the game can survive a few players dropping, which is likely to happen regardless of people's intentions.


Elf Alchemist 3

Totally true. I'm trying to think of any of my longer campaigns that haven't had at least 1 drop out... I can't think of one.


Maybe we'll break the mold and be the one campaign where everybody sticks around. We can always hope!


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1 Rainmoot, Monday 500 A.O.V.
0900 Local, Flint, Risur, Royal Homeland Constabulary Office

The crack of gunfire could be heard coming from outside of the window of Stover Delft the Assistant Chief Inspector of the Royal Homeland Constabulary office. Overlooking the outdoor gun range, the wood paneled room boasted a large desk with a comfortable looking high backed leather chair that faced away from the lead paned window.

Outside, the shape of Josiah Crux could be seen carefully repacking his Drakran rifle before aiming at a small target set against a bullet pocked brick wall. To his left in a training ring was Carlao Ven and Serena Taflis honing their blade skills in a flurry of strikes and ripostes.

With a loud *CRACK* Josiah fired again before lowering his rifle and carefully cleaning the barrel in his usual meticulous fashion. The Durum Desultor Cell had returned from another mission.

Taking your attention away from the training below was a large map of the Risur Royal Shipyard and outlying square that the RHC had spent the last month carefully notating. Arrows and notes mark the map in red highlighting vantage points, visitor control corridors and possible egress routes in the event of a terrorist attack. In the corner of the room stood Lady Inspectress Margaret Saxby, the Chief Inspector of R.H.S. operations in Flint. With her close cropped blond hair, immaculate uniform, and arms crossed crossed over her chest she displayed a no-nonsense attitude as she quietly waited for Assistant Chief Inspector Stover Delft to begin the briefing.

Nodding as the last of the Junior Constables arrived, Assistant Chief Delft picked up his wooden pointer and walked to the map. "Excellent, now that you have all arrived," he began before before spitting a wad of tobacco into a spittoon, "We can begin." Pointing to the map with the wooden rod, Delft gave a deferential nod. "With the Lady Inspectresses permission?"

Waving to the map in an off-handed gesture, as if to say "continue" Lady Inspectress Saxby continued to study the gathered constables.

"Yes, well then, excellent. Let's get down to the business at hand. As I'm sure you are aware, as well informed junior-members of His Highness's Royal Constabulary, today marks the launch of the RNS Coaltongue. The king, prominent members of the nobility, and foreign dignitaries are all scheduled to be on hand. The police will be on hand to provide the bulk of security, but they have requested an RHC Cell on hand to perform more detailed scrutiny. We're stretched fairly thin at the moment, so the decision has been made to create a new operating cell, code named Adipem Aquilae. You eight have been selected for this cell. Congratulations on your promotions."

"Some of you may know each other, but I'll introduce you all anyways." He gestures to each constable in turn. "Alyssia Winthrope, graduate of the Valentyr Academy of Military Science and close-combat expert. Telesan, a trained Skyseer personally vouched for by Duchess Ethelyn of Shale, the king's own sister. Jesselle Wesmere is talented spirit medium, hopefully that particular skill won't be required today."[/b] Delft raps his knuckles on the wooden table for luck before continuing. "Leon Hatcher, local boy, knows his way around a sword almost as well as the docks. Nishoh Maldersha, our resident Danoran, although he's a good enough shot that you'll eventually forgive him for it. Therie Gorget, technological expert. Vivian Darr, healer and expert on the Old Faith. And finally, Fortinbras Rousseau. Oh, damn. There are two Danorans." The Assistant Chief Inspector turns back to Lady Inspectress Saxby. "When did we start letting so many of them in here?" The chief inspector simply shrugs with a smirk. Delf turns back to the group. "Right. Where was I? Ah yes, Rousseau. The most experienced investigator in the cell and criminologist."

Handing Fortinbras two envelopes, Delft points towards the map. "What you currently hold in your hands is the itinerary of events for today as well as a list of important guests for today's launch. Beginning at 1630 local, you are to meet with the local Flint P.D. Detachment and provide a threat profile to them on who might be likely dissidents for todays event. Your point of contact will be Sergeant William Hendricks, the officer in charge of the police detachment. Hatcher, I believe you have some history with Sergeant Hendricks? Following the brief you will have thirty minutes to conduct a final canvas of the seven hundred onlookers and well-wishers before the King and his entourage arrive. It is important that you work the police. I cannot stress enough that the seven of you will not be able to deal with a crowd of this size alone. Should you identify any people of interest among the seven hundred you will then need to conduct a closer inspection and separate any actual threats from the innocent parade-goers. Finally, I would remind you that should you detain any individuals, make sure to question them and learn if anyone else might be working with them. Also, in the event of being assaulted, remember to follow deadly force protocols at all time. On your way out stop by the quartermaster's office and requisition any additional items you might need, your cells operating allowance for this event has been raised to seven hundred crowns. Now, any questions?"


Human (Risuri) Bard (Archivist) Lvl 3 AC 16/12/14 / HP 26 / F+2, R+4, W+5 / Init. +2 / Perc. +7 / Sense Motive +8

Jesselle gave a smile to those she knew and a nod of greeting to the others as the introductions. As she sat in her chair the young woman was rather nervous with the Chief Inspector watching over the proceedings and took out a small notepad that seemed standard to most law enforcement to take any relevant notes. Once the itinerary is passed around she jots down the times and quick notes before passing it along.

When Assistant Chief Delft asks for questions Jesselle looks around and raises her hand nervously and when she is called upon asks, "Firstly, when the dignitaries and guests board the Coaltongue will the ship's security take over, or will we continue our detail aboard as well?"

She takes several deep breaths and continues, "Secondly, are there any currently known threats against this event and/or those attending?"


Male Tiefling Gunslinger (Pistolero) 1

The tiefling watches the guns fire, eyes following the actions of the shooters to the targets. He scratches at his scraggly beard, ears twitching in reaction to the sharp cracks and flicking against his curled horns. He feels his fingers itch, wanting to join them, but he knows he has work to do as his eyes focus on the map.

His eyes flick over the map, studying the locations as he listens to the briefing. The Adipem Aquilae. A little colloquial. He begins reluctantly listening to the others names and abilities. Should have made a clear leader amongst us. His contemplative silence is broken with laughter at the Danoran comments. "Oh come now, the sins of the father and all that. You both know the names on my belt all earned their bite of the bullet." He looks over the itinerary and guest list, grunting with approval. "This should help quite a bit. It's nice to actually know what's going on when we're on guard duty."

"A few questions for you."

  • "Will we be identifying ourselves as authorities or are we undercover?"
  • "What constitutes us legally allowing us to detain individuals for questioning?"
  • "What are the details of deadly force protocol?"
  • "Is that seven hundred crowns for the entirety of the Adipem Aquilae or individually?"
  • Are crowns the equivalent as gold?


M Human (Danoran) Investigator (empiricist)/2

Fortinbras easily stands six feet tall and he appears fit, but there is little else imposing in his presence. His cologne is clearly cheap, but it has been applied in appropriate amounts so as not to be overpowering. His dark hair is in a low-maintenance short cut. A half-day's worth of stubble covers the bottom half Fortinbras's face, much as one might develop after hours of uninterrupted work. His eyes are somewhat sunken, giving the appearance of perpetual bags under them. He wears a grey greatcoat of cheap, burly cloth over a simple white dress shirt. His khaki slacks, much like the rest of his clothing, looks to have been the subject of numerous repairs.

Fortinbras raises an eyebrow at the comment about Danor, but he says nothing. He takes the envelopes and opens the one with itinerary, slipping a finger under the fold and slowly drawing it across, so as to not rip any of the paper.

He takes a sip from his flask as he looks over the itinerary, his eyes darting across the lines back-and-forth like a typewriter. When he finishes a moment later, he manages a smileless chuckle. He speaks softly and with the mere traces of a Danoran accent. "'Hopefully everything goes well?' Whoever wrote this has a disconcerting capacity for tempting fate." Without looking up, he passes the itinerary to Nishoh and motions for him to pass it around, then starts looking through the list of important guests.

He looks to the other constables and holds up a hand in an informal salute, nodding his head in regard and then extending a hand. "I am Fortinbras, by the way. Call me Forty if you wish. I am accustomed to it by now."


Female Aasimar (Chelaxian, Mwangi) Shaman (Speaker for the Past) 1

Vivian was feeling more than a little overwhelmed. Expert on the Old Faith? Deadly force?

It all seems like so much. She hardly felt qualified. To conceal her discomfort, Vivian reads the documents they have provided carefully -- once, twice, thrice. Her dark fingers trace the edges of the papers. Slowly, she brought her anxiety under control. This assignment was not so terribly different from the community outreach which she both enjoyed and excelled.

I have lived from hundreds of years. I witnessed the most important event in history. I am heir to a goddess. I can do this.

She listens to the questions and then answers to her new squad-mates questions before posing her own. "Can you tell us more about the check-point?" Vivian inquires with her soft almost musical voice.

"Would it be sensible to use the area before the checkpoint as part of our canvasing of the crowd. Working with the police, we could break the crowd into sections and do individual bag checks and threat assessment, while also handing out confetti."

Basically, she is suggesting the dreaded TSA lines.


'Telesan' leans against the back wall as Assistant Chief Delft begins talking, watching the other Constabulary members from under a hood. The figure nods briefly when introduced, before going back to carefully studying the other members of Adipem Aquilae.

Telesan is silent through the long question and answer session until Rousseau introduces himself. Rousseau's words rouse a chuckle out of him. Telesan begins speaking in a low voice, his words tainted with a faint accent "You may be used to it, but somehow I don't believe you're fond of the nickname. If you dislike it I won't use it". Nodding to Rousseau, Telesan takes possession of the assignment papers

While Vivian is speaking he scans the papers, flipping through them quickly. Once Vivian is done he ventures his own question."These are important people and I can't see them coming without underlings; servants and guards and such. Do we know exactly how big their party will be?


Elf Alchemist 3

A petite girl stands center in the group of new constables. Barely standing 5ft tall, the sword on her back comes mere inches from resting on the ground. She stand passively, a small clockwork contraption resting comfortably on her shoulder, its legs dangling around her neck and shoulder.

Trying to find dissidents who are trying to blend into a group of 700 could be difficult, even with the police involved, and I doubt are high profile clients are going to stay in easy to defend areas...

A look of worry crosses her face as Assistant Chief Delft goes over the details, but she stands silently listening to her fellows constables questioning. It's okay, I have to be confident he knows what he's doing.


Jesselle Wesmere wrote:
"Firstly, when the dignitaries and guests board the Coaltongue will the ship's security take over, or will we continue our detail aboard as well?"

"Currently, the plans are for you to remain ashore and process any suspects arrested."

Jesselle Wesmere wrote:
"Secondly, are there any currently known threats against this event and/or those attending?"

"As you know, profiling is just part of the job. Threats could come from anywhere, but we've narrowed it down to four primary groups that could cause trouble."[b] Delft begins listing them, counting off his fingers as he does. [b]"First of all, there are dockers, angry because the way they're treated in the city. Look for burly working men with eclectic fashion sense. Second, look for primalists. Those that take a more extreme stance on the old faith could want to attack the king for the shift towards industry in our kingdom. They tend towards extreme hairstyles, sandals, and druidic religious icons. Third, Gale's agents. We know the fey are operating in the city and they could try and sabotage the Coaltongue. They're typically elves and half-elves and their rituals leave them impeccably groomed. They often try and hide this by dressing in soot-stained clothing. Finally, it pains me to say it, but you should keep an eye on our own war veterans. The Coaltongue was engineered in part by a contingent of Danoran tieflings. That doesn't sit well with some hard-liners. They'll be in their mid-twenties or late fifties/sixties and look in better fighting shape than your average civilian."

Nishoh wrote:
"Will we be identifying ourselves as authorities or are we undercover?"

"Whichever you feel appropriate for the task at hand. Go hard or go subtle. The choice is up to you."

Nishoh wrote:
"What constitutes us legally allowing us to detain individuals for questioning?"

"As an RHC constable, all you need to detain and question is suspiscion. Be prepared to back that up in your paperwork and in court, if the need arises. The RHC has your back unless you do something monumentally stupid."

Nishoh wrote:
"What are the details of deadly force protocol?"

"If they are threatening you or another citizen, you are free to apply deadly force as seems necessary. Just remember that you were trained for non-lethal takedown as well. You can't question a corpse."

Delft looks to Jesselle. "Well, not all of us can anyway. Try not to make a scene. The king will be there. I'd rather we not be shooting people when he arrives."

Nishoh wrote:
"Is that seven hundred crowns for the entirety of the Adipem Aquilae or individually?"

"That is for your cell to divide amongst itself."

Nishoh wrote:
Are crowns the equivalent as gold?

Yes, they are.

Vivian Darr wrote:
"Can you tell us more about the check-point?"

Delft gestures to the map on the table with his wooden pointer. "The first checkpoint is where the bridge meets the Royal Square. Thousands of citizens will be on hand to cheer the king and his entourage as they approach. Seven hundred of those citizens will be counted off by the local police and allowed onto the bridge. The second checkpoint is where the bridge connects to the Royal Shipyard. No citizens are allowed past the second checkpoint."

Vivian Darr wrote:
"Would it be sensible to use the area before the checkpoint as part of our canvassing of the crowd. Working with the police, we could break the crowd into sections and do individual bag checks and threat assessment, while also handing out confetti."

"You have half an hour to process 700 people. I'm not sure that will work. It is more likely that you'll have to initially scan the crowd however you feel best, locate the potential threats, and then ascertain whether or not they intend to cause trouble. You'll have to be fast and precise."

Aurlia wrote:
"These are important people and I can't see them coming without underlings; servants and guards and such. Do we know exactly how big their party will be?"

"All told, we're expecting a crowd of about one hundred. One quarter dignitaries, one half personal retainers and guards, and one quarter local staff, a portion of which will be plain-clothes police."

Delft looks at Adipem Aquilae expectantly. "Any other questions?"


Male Tiefling Gunslinger (Pistolero) 1

Nishoh listens carefully, giving one quick nod at the end. "Got it. Only other thing I can think to ask for is a map of the area; besides that I'm ready to go."


Female Human Brawler 2
Quick stats:
AC 17, T 14, FF 13; hp 20/20; F +4, R +6, W +1; CMD 20 (22 vs. grapple); Init +3; Perc +6; Martial Flexibility 4/4

Dressed in somewhat mannish clothing that's nonetheless well-kept, Alyssia stands a little over five and a half feet tall, her straw-coloured hair combed backwards off her face and collected into a small bun. Her cool brown eyes watch the proceedings; she takes in the plan quietly, having little to add.

Read: I'm still battling the flu and unable to process much. :-(


Elf Alchemist 3

"Seems straight forward enough." Therie mentions. Though 30minutes for 700 people, I hope the planets align correctly for this one.

"We should get going soon if we can. Wouldn't mind having a little bit of time to familiarize myself with the area in person before the crowds start appearing." Therie mentions to the rest of her companions.


Human (Risuri) Bard (Archivist) Lvl 3 AC 16/12/14 / HP 26 / F+2, R+4, W+5 / Init. +2 / Perc. +7 / Sense Motive +8

The young woman was listening the answers as she looked over the map. That was when the meaning of the cell's code name hit her and she started, "That's not very..." The young woman caught herself and her checks flushed a light red, "My apologies for interrupting."

Jesselle looked over the map and could see that the while the area seemed straightforward, dealing with the amount of people that were going to be there in a short amount of time was not going to be easy.

She looks to Therie and than turns to the others as well and adds, "And to figure out how best to work with one another.".


Male Tiefling Gunslinger (Pistolero) 1

Nishoh nods, arcing a brow as he glances over the information. "Good idea Therie, let's do that."

He looks up at Jesselle. "Sounds like it's a simple security job on a large scale, not like we're going into a warzone." He doesn't seem overly excited to be working with a large group.


M Human (Danoran) Investigator (empiricist)/2

Fortinbras shrugs at Aurlia. "Your concern is appreciated, but it is fine. I meant precisely what I said. I find it is best to speak plainly with associates at work."

He closes his eyes and holds up his right hand up to cover his them. The fingers on his left hand move around, as though shifting marbles on an abacus. "700 people...30 minutes...8 constables...we would need to each process 2.91666666666667 people a minute on average. Such speed is possible, but would severely impact the quality of our work. We should at least attempt to cut that down to less than 2.0."


Male Tiefling Gunslinger (Pistolero) 1

Nishoh stares at Fortinbras for a moment. "Well, next time I want to count the sand on the beach I'll ask you." He takes out a small disc, putting a thumb-full of chewing tobacco into his cheek. "We can cut that time down by profiling. Or we could take Vivian's idea, checking each individual as they enter. With the assistance of the local police we could get somewhere between twenty to thirty checkpoints open."


Nishoh, I linked a map in my last post.

"Whatever you decide on, do it soon. Lady Inspectress Saxby and I need have a meeting with Governor Stanfield to discuss security aboard the Coaltongue. I will meet you at Fleet Square after the king has arrived for debriefing. Happy hunting."

The Chief Inspector and Delft leave the room, with Saxby offering a curt "Constables." before departing. So far, those are the words she has said to you.

I'll give one more day to develop a plan. Then we'll be switching scenes. :)


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Male Tiefling Gunslinger (Pistolero) 1

Oh my bad, must have missed it or it slipped my mind. In that case Nishoh has no further questions.


Telesan nods as the two leave the room. The sound of the door closing behind them seems to echo in his ears. He clears his throat before speaking. "Well. We seem a capable lot. Well suited for this job. And don't forget, we have 700 crowns available to us for resources."'Telesan' scans the group slowly "We have a host of weapons amongst ourselves, but how many are equipped to take someone down without killing them? Saps would be ideal, but as long as we all have some sort of blunt weapon it should suffice."Telesan starts tapping his fingers against his cheek as he thinks out loud. "Hmm...we'll be splitting up so anything that would allow us to stay in contact...maybe whistles for everyone with an agreed signal if someone needs help? Plus rope or manacles, whatever we'd need to hobble a prisoner...something to take notes on? We could make copies of our orders for everyone..."

He goes quiet for a moment, his face turning serious. When he resumes speaking his voice is quieter and more hesitant. "The police are, ah, not always fans of working for the R.H.C. We could surely use their help here. They might be more...amenable to that if some of our budget went to..ah..added incentive for help. Compensation."


Male Tiefling Gunslinger (Pistolero) 1

Nishoh twirls his pistol around. "Not exactly built to be nice. If you wanted we could get a dragon pistol and some salt shot for it. I could make them both myself from the raw materials, so the pistol would cost 125 crowns and I could make ten rounds of salt shot for 3 crowns."


Female Human Brawler 2
Quick stats:
AC 17, T 14, FF 13; hp 20/20; F +4, R +6, W +1; CMD 20 (22 vs. grapple); Init +3; Perc +6; Martial Flexibility 4/4

At Telesan's mention of nonlethal force, Alyssia gives a wry smile, holding up her hands. "I happened to include an extensive chapter in my thesis about nonlethal methods of subdual. I'd be happy to teach the basics, if anyone was so inclined."

At his other suggestions, she nods along. "Some kind of signal would be useful, in case we all need to converge. And crossing a few palms sounds like it could help things along."


Human (Risuri) Bard (Archivist) Lvl 3 AC 16/12/14 / HP 26 / F+2, R+4, W+5 / Init. +2 / Perc. +7 / Sense Motive +8

"I have a sap to subdue a suspect, if required." Jesselles says speaking up regarding non-lethal combat.

"As for staying in contact with each other, I would suggest that we stay in group of at least two, the buddy system so to speak." The young woman smiles, "I also have the ability to communicate magically with another for up to about one hundred feet. If prepared before hand, the spell will last for 10 minutes. Otherwise I would have to at least see the other person."

"As for our resources, perhaps we should see what the quartermaster has available first. Than we can can requisition equipment." Jesselle says to the others.


Female Aasimar (Chelaxian, Mwangi) Shaman (Speaker for the Past) 1

"I have some ability to put people to sleep. A buddy system seems like a wise choice. Perhaps we should have the constables divide the crowd into sections? That would help reduce the load and give us extra eyes and ears."


Elf Alchemist 3

Ignore the comments about bribery, they are thinking in the best interest of the civilians and the people on board the boat.

"I'll third the buddy system. It will keep us all safer in the end. If someone truly is out to cause issues, we have to assume that they may not be working alone." Therie agrees.

"I would also suggest that we maybe station a larger group of us at the entrance to the bridge from the Royal Square. It would be valuable to have a presence at that point and allows us to protect the citizens in town or on the bridge if something unexpected happens." Therie adds.


Male Human Warpriest 1 | HP 14/14 | AC 17, touch 11, FF 16, CMD 14 | Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +4 | Init +2, Perception +2

Throughout the meeting so far, Leon has remained quiet, still adjusting to his new place as an official servant of the law. He's dressed in a relatively simple docker's outfit--worn boots, trousers, a red shirt with a vest, and a long coat. Three items stand out--the rapier at his side, the fine cittern on his back, and the large, brightly-plumed hat on his head. He doesn't say much at first, and only nods at Delft's mention of his connection to Sergeant Hendricks. The most emotion that plays across his face is a frown at the inspector's assertion that "burly working men with eclectic fashion sense" are likely to cause trouble.

After Delft and Saxby leave, he pulls out a pair of small tins and begins rolling a cigarette from some Leaf of Nicodemus, lights it and grins to the others. "Well, you're all quite serious, but I'm just happy to be here working for the Constabulary. And it's good to see some familiar faces," he says with a nod to Alyssia and Jesselle. "But down to business, eh?"

He looks down at the map and sets his hand on the hilt of his rapier. "Buddy system's a good plan, and I think subduing rather than killing is best for a lot of reasons. Personally I don't have a blackjack, but I can trip and disarm. And I'm happy with what I've got for gear. I'm ready to go whenever you are." He shrugs and looks up. "I can keep an eye out for troublemakers I know of, though."


Aurlia:
Last night, while looking at the night sky, you received a series of seemingly random visions. A gathered crowd, a purple ribbon, the Beran city Seobriga, an empty bed, a broken tin whistle, and a girl with a lisp singing the Risuri royal anthem.

The Royal Square, Flint, Risur, 1640 Local.

The swelling crowd of seven hundred of Flint's finest unwashed masses noisily passed through the checkpoints. Thousands of visitors had poured into the city of the last week hoping to see the King. The city, already a metropolis of modern design and progress had swelled in the last forty years after King Aodhan, then a common soldier during the Third Yerasol War had captured Danor's first steam-powered warship and sailed it single handedly into Flint's harbor as a spoil of war. It was then that the industrial revolution had truly begun. In the four decades since, Risur went from owning a single captured steam engine into a flurry of activity and enterprise, sparking a massive boom, unseen since King Kelland tamed the lord spirits of field and forest and of marsh and mountain.

"THIRTY MINUTES! Twenty minutes before the parade starts!" yells a yellow clad page through a bullhorn standing atop a stack of crates the mass of people below him. "Please take a leaflet for our glorious anthem!' The page cries out again mixing with the sounds of idle chatter, the stamp of feet and the cawing of seagulls above. Now, as a warm breeze off the sea mingles the scents of elaborate floral decorations with the pervasive coal soot that always hovers over Flint, the Adipem Aquilae Cell at the first of two checkpoints, working with Flint police to let in a crowd of local citizens who just want to line the streets and cheer their king.


Human (Risuri) Bard (Archivist) Lvl 3 AC 16/12/14 / HP 26 / F+2, R+4, W+5 / Init. +2 / Perc. +7 / Sense Motive +8

Knowledge (Local) to Help Brief the Local Authorities: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19 (Success)

Arriving at the The Royal Square with the others of Adipem Aquilae, the young woman helps gather the local constables of Flint assigned for security for a briefing. Jesselle helps give them information that will be needed when dealing with some of the threates that are to be expected at the event today. She is more than open in accepting in any suggestions that constables have and helps integrate them into a plan of action. She is hopeful that by including them instead of ordering them, the local constables feel that her group wants to work with them and not just use them.


Female Aasimar (Chelaxian, Mwangi) Shaman (Speaker for the Past) 1

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30 "I sense hostility, Captain."

Vivian wanders through the crowd looking for threats. The way people moved within a crowd can reveal so much of their thoughts and feelings. Moreover, crowds and a movement and a life to them beyond their individual members.


Before they split up for the day Telesan describes his vision to the group. In other words, click the spoiler addressed to me ;)
He doesn't claim to know for sure what it means, but he thinks they should keep a close eye on any Berans or dignitaries from Seobriga. He also thinks they should prepare for something to happen during the singing of the national anthem.

Diplomacy for Cop Recruitment: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Telesan speaks with a group of cops about supporting the R.H.C agents. He praises the cops abilities and is very grateful for the assistance. He may or may not have a few crowns less than he did at the beginning of the day.


Male Human Warpriest 1 | HP 14/14 | AC 17, touch 11, FF 16, CMD 14 | Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +4 | Init +2, Perception +2

-GOAL ONE-
Knowledge (local) Aid Another to Jesselle: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Tagging along with the... lawyer? With Jesselle, Leon catches sight of the sergeant and leads her over, helping to explain the group's position and duties and request Hendricks's backup on the mission.


Male Tiefling Gunslinger (Pistolero) 1

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Nishoh spends some time trying to mingle with the crowd, but his features cause elfhe public to just give him stares when he gets close enough to hear anything. After a while he gives up and goes to scanning the crowd.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Once he's less immersed in the thick of the crowd he focuses much better, keen eyes picking out potential threats as he slowly builds a pile of dip spit beside him.


Elf Alchemist 3

Goal 2

Therie eyes widen at the sheer amount of people in the square. We're going to need help.

She walks purposefully over to a crowd of local officers and attempts to convince them of her cause, but it seems to fall on deaf ears.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14


Skill Challenge Round 1

Jesselle - Success (1 total success; Goal 1 Completed)
Leon - Want your action back? :)
Vivian - Success (2 total successes)
Aurlia - Success (3 total successes)
Nishoh - Fail. I can only take one skill check per round.
Therie - Fail

Having briefed the police working the event on the appearance of possible threats, the crowd can be divided into "quadrants" that are more easily searched. Now it's a matter of finding individuals that match the profiles you discussed in the meeting: dockers, primalists, fey terrorists, and war veterans.


M Human (Danoran) Investigator (empiricist)/2

Fortinbras meets up with the others after the briefings, bags under his eyes and a larger frown than usual. He speaks with little affect, save a slight undertone of annoyance. "I apologize for my lateness. Had something personal to attend to."

GM Only:
He missed the briefing because he had to get his sister out of lock-up again. He is very disappointed because he had spent quite a lot of time prepping a briefing.

Fortinbras goes to the various cop watering-holes and break spots around town looking for loose cops to wrangle. He adopts different approaches for different cops. If he sees some cops lingering on their breaks and slacking off, he inserts into his pitch a mention of how easy the job will be. If he speaks to a cop that acts like the work is beneath him, Fortinbras will emphasize the importance of the job, the difficulty of processing so many people satisfactorily, and why he needs skilled cops.

Diplomacy w/Orator: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20


Elf Alchemist 3

Frustrated by the cops lack of pride in their duty, and her failed attempt at getting them to help, Therie resigns herself to carefully overseeing the crowd, looking for any dissidents, but gets overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Ahh skill checks, the bane of paladins everywhere.


Male Human Warpriest 1 | HP 14/14 | AC 17, touch 11, FF 16, CMD 14 | Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +4 | Init +2, Perception +2

If you'll allow it, sure.

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 2 = 9

After speaking with the sergeant, Leon quickly realizes that most of the police present today aren't ones he met in Bosum Strand, and he fails to connect with any of them.

-GOAL TWO-

Seeing Fortinbras and Therie head out to speak with more officers of the law, Leon decides to try a different approach. Slipping along the edges of the crowd, he looks for any of his old contacts and friends, as well as youths he's seen in the Strand and other regions of late, hoping to convince some of them to keep an eye out for a few pennies or a favor.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27


Male Tiefling Gunslinger (Pistolero) 1
Therie Gorget wrote:
Ahh skill checks, the bane of paladins everywhere..

They usually at least have a sense motive with their normally semi-respectable wisdom :P


Human (Risuri) Bard (Archivist) Lvl 3 AC 16/12/14 / HP 26 / F+2, R+4, W+5 / Init. +2 / Perc. +7 / Sense Motive +8

GOAL TWO

Sense Motive to look for anyone that matches the profile: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14 (Sooo close. I do not suppose that the use of detect magic while scanning the crowd would gain a +1 bonus? Someone of a dissident faction, would be more likely to have or use magic/illusions than the general public.)

Jesselle moves around the large group of people with Leon as he tries to recruit some of the children to help she watches for any of the dissidents that were described at the briefing earlier that morning. While out the young woman takes the opportunity with a small gesture and a few quick arcane words to call up her 'sight' that would allow her to see magical auras. Those spotted would garner a second look.

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