Alchemical Allocations:
"It works quick enough, maybe a day or two to reach it's peak... then they'll come down off it in a few weeks." making no move to retrieve the purses yet...
And how should it be applied, hmm? Injected, ingested, poured over their heads? the fingers of his right hand tracing along the bracelet on his left. If it is as I think, we should be able to take out key individuals with it, no? he leans back to Daemon and the two armored men.
VMMB:
Gabriel is able to get snatches here or there of the targets traces but no more. It is lost before you and now beyond your reach.
Alchemical Inquiry:
With a lack of patience "As I said before - get it on summat headed for their gullets and it'll lay them low a while."
vmbb
"Dammit!" Vesta exclaims out loud before remembering herself. Then continues telepathically "Now what, GAbriel?"
"And how much for the semi-permanent silvering of my weapon?" When the alchemist replies, Gathroc hands him the amount, plus a tip of five extra gold.
Once the transactions are complete, he thanks the Ulfen 'man' and makes his way back out onto the streets.
VMBB
The mystery bus is going to take to the air and do some arieal recon. We can't seem to find crap on the ground.
Vesta with gabriel in pocket are going to get a mile or so up and look for any signs of civilization. Villages, smoke, ANYTHING. If found we'll proceed that way.
VMBB
The mystery bus is going to take to the air and do some arieal recon. We can't seem to find crap on the ground.
Vesta with gabriel in pocket are going to get a mile or so up and look for any signs of civilization. Villages, smoke, ANYTHING. If found we'll proceed that way.
Vesta flies up slowly and proceeds to fly in concentric expanding circles looking for civilization. Presumably Gabe helps.
"Thank you for your assistance." Ignac says to the Ulfen. "Well then, gentlemen, it seems that now we must find a way to get assigned to bring them their food, eh? That, or intercept their next shipment of food on it's way.
Enough for a half dozen human-sized beasts, if you would? Grigore turns to the Graveknight. The first sounds boring. The second, marvelous. Any specific ideas, or shall we simply scout for the shipment and...subdue them?
VMMB:
Alchemy:
The undead ulfen licks his dry lips with a dessicated tongue. "Aye, fair enough. Take your gold with you it'll be a few days afore it's ready."
To Gathroc:
VMBB
To Gabriel, "This is ridiculous. There's nothing out here but woods and creeply werewolf halflings. I'm heading back. Would you like to join me or continue to muck about here?"
Presumably Gabe joins. Vesta's hood seems to throw itself over her head of it's own accord. her face now bathed in shadow vesta turns to stalk off. As she steps the shadows coalesce around her and she melts into them, becoming one with the darkness.
A relatively short time later She returns to the others.
I shall return three days hence, then. he nods and recovers his gold, putting the small sacks into the larger pouch.
After Gathroc's transaction is complete, Shall we, gentlemen? the vampire motions for the doorway, leaving last with a slight bow to the alchemist.
I will return with you. Other than 'walking', I have no other way to return to Mechitar...
Vesta and Gabriel return to Mechitar by ways of shadow and return to the ziggurat of the shadow claw.
We will report our meager findings to whatever aid is appropriate.
After gathering our little group together we will head back to the pyramid and report what I have learned and our trip to the alchemist as well as introducing our newest group member to everyone else.
"Gabrel, Vesta, this is Grigore. He will be assisting us with the Shadow Claw."
With a dramatic motion, Grigore throws his cape back and bows twice, once each to Vesta and then Gabriel. Standing up straight, he rests his hands on his hips and speaks to Vesta directly with a large smile, showing off his fangs. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. My blade belongs to the Blood Lords, and through that, to you all.
Greetings, Grigore.
"With the libraries not offering us much info on our targets I believe that the only way to find substantial information is to capture an ally of each target and interrogate them on each groups going ons. I believe that we have enough information, along with the alchemical substance that we will be receiving to take out the Shadow Claw. My Idea is to get the "meat" that is being transported to the Shadow claw to eat the substance since it will not be poisonous to them, then when the group is weakened, and hopefully the leader is out in the woods on his own we can attack and kill him. Causing a new bid for power in the group weakening it even more. Therefore they will not be a problem in the future."
Vesta looks over Grigore.
Vesta is a female ghosts wearing a black dress that trails into nothingness. her skin is stark white and she wears a serenely calm expression (distirbingly so). However under her transluscent skin you can see that her ectoplasm swirls and rages at odd random intervals. Her stark white hair moves of it's own accord as if underwater, but it too will occationally shift violently for a moment before settling across her sholders and back. She is a creature of bottled, raw emotion. Her dress has an odd hood and vest that simultaneously looks as though it was added later, but seems to still fit the black lace dress perfectly. She also wears long black lace gloves that taper to an end just before her elbow. She has no visible weapons or gear on her.
Vesta Curtsies in a jerky unfamiliar motion
"Pleasure." Then continues "You're a bladesmaster I presume? If we're going to work together it's important we understand each others capabilities. I am a shadomancer. Also, what is your..." Vesta pauses as if looking for the right word. "...species in unlife?"
"With the libraries not offering us much info on our targets I believe that the only way to find substantial information is to capture an ally of each target and interrogate them on each groups going ons. I believe that we have enough information, along with the alchemical substance that we will be receiving to take out the Shadow Claw. My Idea is to get the "meat" that is being transported to the Shadow claw to eat the substance since it will not be poisonous to them, then when the group is weakened, and hopefully the leader is out in the woods on his own we can attack and kill him. Causing a new bid for power in the group weakening it even more. Therefore they will not be a problem in the future."
"We tried something like that. I ended up posessing a halfling werwolf, but before I could get anything useful his mind went feral. After that he was useless."
Vesta gives the rundown of the VMBB misadventure.
"So that was a complete waste of time." She sulks.
Gathroc mulls over the information provided by both his companions. "I think Daemon is right here. We have enough intel to strike at the werewolves. As I said before, I think it would be best to divide ourselves into two groups. Vesta, can you take Gabriel and Ignac and draw out the leader? Grigore, Daemon and myself will serve as a distraction, cutting down any we come across until Vesta's group is successful and then we can join them in taking out the leader, hopefully."
In response to Vesta's question, Grigore opens his jaws and pricks a finger against one fang. I am that which thrives on the blood of the innocent. And you are partially correct...I am a swordsman, yes. But my talents are more magic than mundane
After Daemon and Gathroc put out their suggestions, he comments coldly, ignoring the plans put forth.
The silver draught, who will be administering it and how? I would care to be part of this myself, and if I might be so bold, I would care for miss Vesta to accompany me. He turns to the ghost now. If you are a shadowmancer, I assume that you would have no issues in going undetected, no?
Gathroc mulls over the information provided by both his companions. "I think Daemon is right here. We have enough intel to strike at the werewolves. As I said before, I think it would be best to divide ourselves into two groups. Vesta, can you take Gabriel and Ignac and draw out the leader? Grigore, Daemon and myself will serve as a distraction, cutting down any we come across until Vesta's group is successful and then we can join them in taking out the leader, hopefully."
"I can get you wherever you need, baby." Vesta says very sultry.
In response to Vesta's question, Grigore opens his jaws and pricks a finger against one fang. I am that which thrives on the blood of the innocent. And you are partially correct...I am a swordsman, yes. But my talents are more magic than mundane
After Daemon and Gathroc put out their suggestions, he comments coldly, ignoring the plans put forth.
The silver draught, who will be administering it and how? I would care to be part of this myself, and if I might be so bold, I would care for miss Vesta to accompany me. He turns to the ghost now. If you are a shadowmancer, I assume that you would have no issues in going undetected, no?
With a sly grin Vesta looks Grigore in the eye and without a word or gesture vanishes.
Stealth
A few moments Later Vesta reappears in the same spot, nonchantly checking her nails.
Grigore blinks and steps back slightly in surprise.
Your skills far surpass my own, miss Vesta. he says with a bow.
I'm afraid that my transformations can only do so much to keep me hidden.
Grigore blinks and steps back slightly in surprise.
Your skills far surpass my own, miss Vesta. he says with a bow.
I'm afraid that my transformations can only do so much to keep me hidden.
"For what it's worth I'm sure I could't use your sword worth a damn." She says with a consular gesture
So my current understanding is that we intend to poison their food supply, and whilst they are reeling from the effects of that, draw-off the leader to deal with?
Gathering my supplies together, I set up for my ritual at midnight right after memorizing my newly concocted spells. Cloistering myself in my room so as not to be disturbed I begin.
Setting up the quickling in the magic circle I have inscribed on the table first I add a few other ingredients as necessary, chanting softly as I do. As the spell wears on for a number of minutes, my motions become quicker, more fluid. Finally as the last words of the spell tumble from my lips a strange dark aura surrounds me and the quickling on the table that seems to draw the quickling into my person before disappearing. A similar situation happens with the giants muscle, though instead of moving more quickly, I begin to have less and less issue moving the heavy disks with runes carved on them in the rhythmic motions that seem to compliment the chant, finally the giant muscle leaps off the magic circle burrowing under my skin and the muscles on my body begin to shift, thicken and grow. After the last words of the second chant die out I stand and stretch, rotation my arms and making a few quick movements I state. "Ah, much better, I feel closer to how I did when I was thirty." before unlocking the door and leaving to find some of the others.
Gathering my supplies together, I set up for my ritual at midnight right after memorizing my newly concocted spells. Cloistering myself in my room so as not to be disturbed I begin.
Setting up the quickling in the magic circle I have inscribed on the table first I add a few other ingredients as necessary, chanting softly as I do. As the spell wears on for a number of minutes, my motions become quicker, more fluid. Finally as the last words of the spell tumble from my lips a strange dark aura surrounds me and the quickling on the table that seems to draw the quickling into my person before disappearing. A similar situation happens with the giants muscle, though instead of moving more quickly, I begin to have less and less issue moving the heavy disks with runes carved on them in the rhythmic motions that seem to compliment the chant, finally the giant muscle leaps off the magic circle burrowing under my skin and the muscles on my body begin to shift, thicken and grow. After the last words of the second chant die out I stand and stretch, rotation my arms and making a few quick movements I state. "Ah, much better, I feel closer to how I did when I was thirty." before unlocking the door and leaving to find some of the others.
The long day of Mechitar that serves as a time of relative rest passes slowly as you turn to introspection or thought. Similarly the night that follows does not hold any excitement of note. You continue to review what information is available, spending some time studying the Shadow Claws map and what is known of the other groups that aspire to a place on the Blood Lord council. That night you find out from some of the servitor beings that tend the ziggurant of the Shadow Claw's departure on business, but get no idea of when he is to return.
As the sun begins to break through across the horizon, you are all once more at rest within the Shadow Claw's place of power.
Grigore doesn't do anything special that night, mostly just reading various history books and going over the plans for the assault if anyone talks to him about it.
[ooc]
That doesn't sounds good. There's something going on below decks.
Hmmm... It would appear that there is some sort of struggle happening on the floor below us...
Gabriel then scuttles off to see what is to be seen...
Hearing the sweet sounds of combat below them, Gathroc grabs up Zhennuelge and heads out to see what is happening.