Wearing hew new Vampire suit Vesta begins to walk back over to the Mhorg's temporary prison.
She stretches and twists her various joints, even scratching herself at one point just for the sensation.
"I Prefer living hosts, but this does have a certain appeal. "
Then Turning to the Mhorg and speaking telepathically via Gabriel
"So what do we do with that?"
Daemon, would you be a dear and help me with this? Whilst I am enjoying playing with a scratching post like this (one does not often have the opportunity to repeatedly 'kill' a creature), I know we should kill it, and I would like to keep a hand for my collection...
In response to Vesta, Gabriel waggles his fingers expressively.
Whatever we wish. It could prove useful... and not just as raw materials.
"Hum, yes? Well let's see what we have to work with. I say walking over to the vampire and pulling out my dagger I cut off one hand and watch with interest as it dissolves to dust. "perhaps if I could bolster its undead qualities, or..." I begin mumbling to myself.
After some careful deliberation with myself I prepare to cut off the second hand. As soon as I do I begin charging it with necrotic energy allowing it to hold its form without dissolving, finally casting a twisted combination of animate dead and mage hand into the detached hand and charging it with the still flowing negative energy.
After I am finished I step back and look at my handy work. A handless vampire and a vampireless hand.
"Hum, yes? Well let's see what we have to work with. I say walking over to the vampire and pulling out my dagger I cut off one hand and watch with interest as it dissolves to dust. "perhaps if I could bolster its undead qualities, or..." I begin mumbling to myself.
After some careful deliberation with myself I prepare to cut off the second hand. As soon as I do I begin charging it with necrotic energy allowing it to hold its form without dissolving, finally casting a twisted combination of animate dead and mage hand into the detached hand and charging it with the still flowing negative energy.
After I am finished I step back and look at my handy work. A handless vampire and a vampireless hand.
"Aren't you sweet." Vesta says in a tone that is a fine line between sarcastic and maternal.
To gabriel, "Very good now, get rid of your toys and we can focus on the matter at hand."
Done.
Gabriel stakes the 'head' Vampire, and stores the hand away in his 'stash'.
"Well done all. Now then, let's see if this wizard is of any use to us" The emphasis his places on wizard is filled with disgust and disdain.
Vesta finds the spawn's mental barriers crumble like tissue paper to her mental assault, though as she expected the vessel knows nothing in detail of the Coven's workings. The spawn were only privy to the external circle of the vampire's thralls.
The lead vampire is restrained through eldritch means to preserve one of his hands, swathed in cloth. At times it seems as though the hand almost vanishes, though returns to substantive form soon after. The vampire itself is turned to dust soon after the macarbe circus is completed.
The mohrg waits patiently within his Vesta applied sphere of force.
Vesta "strolls" calmly over to the sphere with her hands behind her back. She locks eyes with the Mhorg.
"Now now. What to do with you?" Vesta says in a tone which implies that the question is open to the group.
The hollow and empty sockets in the mohrg's skeletal vessel stare back at Vesta.
"As I stated previously, if he assists us with our mission via intelligence or aid I see no reason to destroy this one, we could even send him to our master as a possible new recruit."
"As I stated previously, if he assists us with our mission via intelligence or aid I see no reason to destroy this one, we could even send him to our master as a possible new recruit."
"I assume he'll betray us at earliest opportunity." Vesta says as she examines her fingernails with a very bored look on her face. "We'd be better off just destroying it."
Vesta now turns to the Mhorg, "What say you? Do you want to assist us and live? If so, how do you propose we trust you? Would having a new and powerful master be sufficient motivation?"
The mohrg's mottled and bulbous form makes it impossible to read it's demeanor "And what do you offer such that I should be trusting of you? I have no coffin to be bound to nor phylactery to protect. The master of before has nothing over me... so I would side with that which would defeat me... Perhaps actions better than words to prove intent?"
The mohrg's mottled and bulbous form makes it impossible to read it's demeanor "And what do you offer such that I should be trusting of you? I have no coffin to be bound to nor phylactery to protect. The master of before has nothing over me... so I would side with that which would defeat me... Perhaps actions better than words to prove intent?"
"Well, we haven't killed you outright so you may consider that a gesture of good faith. Perhaps you should offer such a gesture in return. Tell us something that should it get back to your old master he would destroy you for it. You basically know why we're here. Perhaps something useful towards that end. That way we can all be moderately sure that we're all on the same team. "
Diplomacy
"This sound like a good idea"
"This sound like a good idea"
"Couldn't hurt." Vesta says to Daemon with a shrug.
And the fact that I have lived where the one whose command I was under did not is insufficient for you?... Very well... perhaps you would be interested in knowing the location of more safe houses such as this one?
And the fact that I have lived where the one whose command I was under did not is insufficient for you?... Very well... perhaps you would be interested in knowing the location of more safe houses such as this one?
"That will do. " Vesta makes a hand gesture for him to continue.
The mohrg details a number of safe houses around Geb which are known to him. They include abandoned warehouses such as this one, and more fortified stops such as the earlier tavern.
"Very well I believe that this is a sufficient begging for "trust" let us let him out and then be wary but continue with our mission"
At Daemon's comment Vesta waves her hand in a bored motion and the sphere dissipates.
So then, we'll need to wait out the day, and then continue? Ignac says, motioning to his new minions. It would be best if we could keep as close to the original delivery time and plan as possible. Gathroc, would you mind, when the time comes, posing as the lead vampire?
So then, we'll need to wait out the day, and then continue? Ignac says, motioning to his new minions. It would be best if we could keep as close to the original delivery time and plan as possible. Gathroc, would you mind, when the time comes, posing as the lead vampire?
Vesta, Still wearing her vampire suit raises her hand and jumps a bit excitedly. "Oh! OH! I can be a lowly vampire minion!"
"Sounds like a good plan. Anything that gets Vesta excited works for me"
"This sounds like a passable plan, let us "rest" then."
Retreating within the warehouse structure that still stands, you keep Vesta's new vampire suit safe from the sun as it filters through the clouds and bakes the earth. As evening falls you hear the stirring of the meat on the wagon as they begin to shake themselves out of the stupor they have been submerged within.
I will just act as an ally to the vampires much as the Mhorg was. I will not speak to the werewolves unless asked a direct question. I will only assist once battle starts after we poison the werewolves.
Vesta spends the day experimenting with her new body. Standing on her hands, pricking it's fingers, reaching her hand into the sunlight experimentally, and at one point she runs headfirst into a solid wall at top speed then giggles maniacally after the action knocks her on her ass.
Hmm..... I could theoretically pose as a bodyguard, possibly specifically for Daemon, although it might be a bit sketchy. I could feign being mindless, I suppose. That might work. My only idea other than that is going into the BoH Daemon has, and being released for battle.
Gathroc thinks for a few moments. "Alright, I guess the best plan would be to try and make this delivery as if nothing was amiss. I'l take the appearance of the lead vampire, Vesta shall be one of my spawn, while the rest are allies or hidden from sight. Beyond that, I'm open to suggestions"
Not really, no. I'll keep the other spawn going on as if nothing had happened. Daemon, if you would like to be in view, I can pose as a mindless bodyguard, if you would like. I am nearly indistinguishable from simply a heavily armored skeleton.
One thing that we should keep in mind - scent. I dare say that a bunch of lycanthropes will notice something amiss if we do not smell the way we should...
The moaning and awakening dread of the meat wagon's inhabitants is relatively short lived - as you find that the water within the cage has obviously been laced with some kind of narcotic to render them senseless. The ointment of the Ulfen alchemist is easily applied to the docile pack.
Taking on what disguises have been chosen, Ignac finds it a simple thing to extend his will unto the undead horses to will them into movement. Led by the mohrg he directs you along a trail that appears to lead into midst of a forest. The mohrg explains We were told contact would be made with us, and to travel this road until such time as it was.
The moaning and awakening dread of the meat wagon's inhabitants is relatively short lived - as you find that the water within the cage has obviously been laced with some kind of narcotic to render them senseless. The ointment of the Ulfen alchemist is easily applied to the docile pack.
Taking on what disguises have been chosen, Ignac finds it a simple thing to extend his will unto the undead horses to will them into movement. Led by the mohrg he directs you along a trail that appears to lead into midst of a forest. The mohrg explains We were told contact would be made with us, and to travel this road until such time as it was.
Vesta sits on the cart and examines her nails with a bored expression.
Telepathy via Gabe, "We just need to deliver the chattle, right? We're not supposed to engage them unless we must, right? If we do have to engage i would say those of us who can reconstitute should fight "to the death" while the others flee. That way it at least appears as though our job was to attack them as opposed to poison their food. Just a thought."
Vesta shrugs and goes back to examining her nails and looking bored. "Good enough then."
I'd rather not lose my gear either. If need be, I'll stay behind, and try to ride my horse out. It's significantly faster than regular horses, and I should be able to catch up. Still, it's a last resort.
I was under the impression that after we poisoned the pack we were going to take out the leader while they were at a disadvantage because it was not a long lasting poison, and it would cause infighting, and thus no challenge to the Shadow Claw.
I relay to the others through the link.
"Daemon I believe is correct. Also, under our guise, we're vampires and thus an attack during the day would be a total surprise. Not sure if the poison will last long enough however."
How will we even know that the poison has been administered? It would be quite unsightly if we ran in, and none of them were even weakened.
How will we even know that the poison has been administered? It would be quite unsightly if we ran in, and none of them were even weakened.
"Spy on the food?" Vesta suggests
The carriage continues onwards for maybe an hour before there is any change to your surrounds. Standing in the center of the track ahead of you is a burly chelish man who is stripped to the waist. He waits with a sneer on his face and looks you over as the meat-wagon approaches.
As you draw near he raises a hand to signal you to stop.
Telepathy via Gabriel
"Gathroc. You're on oh fearless leader."