Nysha curses in her mind. Nysha have always considered that Losing total control over herself is unprofessional, and The beverage indeed seems strong. But she can't backtrack now or would not have a change with the soldiers
Garan thanks the shopkeeper for the information and her offer of assistance.
"Well, it just so happens that our goals may coincide. Please let me confer with my associates. Would you happen to have those poisons ready now, or should we return later?
Virgil, 5 guards including the driver. 2 sitting on the barrels in back, 2 in front, and 1 walking next to it. They are going at a walking pace...meaning they will probably make it through the keep's murder hole in....
...minutes. They are taking the southwest road.
Nysha, you manage to slam the beverage like a champ. What's next?
Garan she nods and grins mischievously "..oh..I've been preparing for a few weeks..." and hands you a few labeled bottles, and explains how to use each one.
Virgil smiles, shakes his head, and returns to the tarvern.
Yup. Thanks!
Nysha, would you like to ask questions or start some kind of spying in there before we advance the time?
Noya, would you like to further your air spores scheme tonight, before advancing time?
Garan/Virgil, anything else tonight?
Nysha, would you like to ask questions or start some kind of spying in there before we advance the time?
Having had witnesses of her drinking skills, Nysha will spent time with the guards drinking, sharing stories and gaining the guards trusts.
Nysha, most of the stories the guards share are innocuous or cliche, but one of the keep guard seems to let out a few important details: "...so there at the tower's front door I can see its Charlie, but I says to him I says...whats the password? Like he was a bloke off the street, just to rustle him a bit eh? Brick-brain curses me, forgetting the magics read the next words spoken, you know...lightning bolt through the arse, I mean straight through the arse!! Ha-ha-ha..." most of the keep guard join in laughter knowingly, while the militia seem to be out of the loop.
Garan nods appreciatively at the offered poisons. He bids the woman good night with a roguish grin, then returns to the Inn for the night.
Noya advances her Pickled Egg plan.
Noya, by the time you get back to the tavern, the guards which were pointed out to you earlier are already quite drunk. They are currently arguing quite sloppily over what is probably a fat whore. It seems Lucky Ben has done his part.
You all get a good nights rest at the Dead Well, but very early in the morning you hear the sounds of war. Rushing to the streets it is apparent that the Baron's forces are now armed with great machines, catapults, and are wheeling them steadily towards the central intersection. Surely they are targeting Dakovya's position.
You note the catapults are armed with the marked clay casks from the Alchemy Shoppe. Guards surround the 3 catapults in groups of 5, while others clear a wide area about the launch sites. They are quickly preparing to fire.
Virgil casts Message on each of the group prior to wandering over by the catapults.
Getting close might require some kind of distraction by ground. No one is really watching the roofs, though. You might be able to sneak past their perimeter that way. There is also sewers unexplored.
Who's up for some fun! Anyone care to destroy/sabotage the ammunition cart?, Virgil whispers.
The gentlemanly 1/2 orc sauters over and around toward the cart.
Once concealed behind some cover, the Mesmerist uses Fearsome Guise trick on himself, looking like a guard.
He then comes from the North (?) heading toward the cart.
@ The night before
The tower's front door seems to be magically protected, a password is needed to avoid it's magic.
@ At the present
Whispering: I can go unseen and do some sabotage, but I need to do it quickly, so I first need to know exactly where to go.
Garan whispers to Virgil and the others:
"As you know, I'm not much good at sneaking or disguises. I could cause a distraction, but I don't want to draw too much attention to myself so early in the operation."
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For the egg plan Noya prepares the eggs such that they taste and are the same, just that she added air spores to add to it's gassy aftermath.
Noya asks Ben to get one of the barmaids to serve the men the special pickled eggs so as to make sure everything appears as normal.
And to keep up the story give to Viaran she also bakes some cakes using less yeast and some airspores to make it a true.
The undercover guards barely take a second thought before gobbling down the sour little eggs instantly, belching absurdly loudly and falling asleep shortly thereafter. It will probably take a few hours for the hidden spores to reach deeply into their digestive tracts.
Virgil approaches the lone guard.
Stepping right up to him, the disguised 1/2 orc claps the man hard on the shoulder.
You look like you could use a drink! No worries, I come on duty in a few any ways. I can relieve ya, mate.
Garan whispers to Noya and Nysha:
"Do either of you have a flask of alchemist's fire handy? I could toss one behind or to the side of the guards to draw their attention."
Virgil,
"What? What was the point of me training all night if I was just going to be relieved?"
He takes off his helmet and rubs his sweaty hair back "Screw it, have fun. I'm going to bed..."
All,
A ways ahead of the catapults, you can hear a commotion as the palisade watchtowers taunt Dakovya's army with any number of insults.
Noya whispers back to Garan
"Sorry, but I don't have any."
Virgil grins....
Garan, there's some old bottles and dishes nearby in the alley that might suffice. Also a stray cat you might be able to throw. You're also close enough to the bar still that you might be able to whip up a Molotov cocktail.
Virgil whispers, Ok, one guard gone and an easy wagon of ammunition alone and wanting someone to disable it's contents...I will further distract these guards.
Hmmm...that worked sooo easily. To do (again) or not to do...
Wearing a cloaked hood, Nysha uses Virgil's deception to move into the Ammunition wagon.
Garan grabs a couple of old plates and a bottle and moves up behind one of the buildings.
Once out of sight of the guards, he tosses a plate into an adjoining alley.
Virgil casually approaches the closest guard to the wagon.
Punching him in the arm, the disguised 1/2 orc smiles and snickers.
Must be nice not having to stand here all night fer nuttn! Betcha dem boys out dere are mighty scared now.
Looking around, Virgil whispers in the guard's ear.
Say whatcha thinking. Want to get in on the scaring dem Noble-kissers? I will watch, but after a few; you switch.
Garan,
"What the hell? Jensen, lets go check it out..." You watch two guards lock their halberds into position and advance past you towards the noise.
Virgil,
"Huh? And have Blacklock on my ass for 3 weeks? I've got a scheduled duty...wait, who are you anyways? I don't remember you from the engineering training."
Virgil, he raises an eyebrow at you but you're not completely exposed.
A guard pulls the tension pin on the lower left catapult, releasing the payload into the morning sky. You hear a large combustion and cheering from the gates.
Nysha,
None of the 3 nearby guards seems to notice you slip into the ammunition wagon.
Garan drops the things he was carrying and approaches a guard near the rear of the column. He tries to be louder than needed, hopefully keeping attention focused his way.
He affects a slight stagger, and slurs his words:
"So, this is it, eh? Seige finally beginning. Nothing for a stray man-at-arms like me to do but sit here and drink. Say, buddy. Buddy... Could you do a fellow soldier a favor? Maybe help me get a good spot on the wall? If I can't have some sport, I might as well watch!"
I guess I'll try to start sabotaging/breaking/damaging things.