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" Thank you Xandrian, though I'd call it less a choice than a discovery."she replies.
"Though not as... dramatic as yours, It looks like my wish was just as effective. And it would seem that giant blood is more than most tailors and armorers are prepared for."
Xandarian smiled up at the decidedly-taller barbarian. "May our individual journeys yield amazing fruits. Congratulations." The paladin averted his gaze to something behind the Rostlander, when his eyes accidentally rested on Ulricha's enhanced chest when he spoke of 'fruits'.
His prayer ended he looks up, "I know folk who look to other gods are here. I would invite you to pray also. It is not insult to Erastil, that other gods might bless our efforts here." He gives space if any others wish to speak.
Zsófia can't resist such a blatant invitation. She winks at Chizzlall standing behind her and stands. "Thank you, Lord Commander. I would ask that Shelyn lend us her majesty-- to remind us that there is beauty in everyone, even our enemies, and so justice should always be tempered with mercy if possible." She frowns a bit at this last declaration, as if she wasn't sure quite what she was saying until she finished saying it. Then she gives a deep bow and sits again, her head tilted to consider the ramifications of her prayer.
"Good morning Jorne, may i take some of your time?
There is something i want to ask you about, in relation to that prowess you displayed earlier."When the drinks come around and she is sitting, she raises a glass of ale. "Thank you, cheers."
After a few gulps, she puts the still half full tankard down.
"There's something...special, about that whole standing alone, king of the hill style. People say you are sturdy as a rock, and a spitting image of someone in pique health. It reminds me of an old story, and i am curious if you were a similar case. If so, how you came to obtain it."She relates the story she will later tell the efreet.
"...which has me questioning, did you receive a similar divine blessing? If so, how'd you get to that point?"
He merrily replies, "Good morning Alice, it's good to see you found the best tavern in Elkheart!
Oh yes do continue!Oh that is interesting!
Well to tell you the truth there was multiple parts to becoming Sublime. First I wished for a blessing that would help me stay in battle longer, nothing as grand as your story. After the first week being this way I was hit by several curses. Sulvanii said that I could try and live with them, wish them away, or tackle some quests. I didn't have much going on so I took a month off from my duties. I returned home accepted my birthrights through combat. Next I flung myself into the gutters of my home town to clear it of undead and the nefarious group making them. Finally my toughest quest and last was to bathe in the blood of a hydra that I had to fight on my own. Apparently I just had to bathe in the blood not defeat the hydra... I may have gained some bonus perks for killing it."
Are the Tiger Lords nomadic or do they have settlements?
Quince listens to Kisandra's tale, "Do you know where the Armag has your sister imprisoned?"
Quince looks to Stalker at the mention of Satinder, "There is an in. I know the city is closed up tight but perhaps your agents can use the 'air corps' wands, fly in invisibly and go to this gaming hall. What do you think?"
She shakes her head no to the whereabouts of her sister. A tear forms in her eye and she douses it with the back side of her gloved hand.
Stalker replies, "We have our own magic to help with that. Yes this Inn likely would be a great source of at least information. Though we are not as strong as those in the Mercenary Brigade, I am sure some of them would like this mission and the others can set incursion spots for when they enter Fort Drelvev."
Quince chuckles he looks around trying to piece together who was in the room and near enough to hear. "Right. That's why I said that what Sulvanii is calling contracts are not magically nefarious. We have all heard the stories of planar creatures and devious wiles. Sulvanii has been with us for a few years now. Our people are free, our leaders are of their own minds, if you fear is that of magical compulsion that is not involved. I am servant of Erastil. Forcing folk to do good is not doing good nor is their forced action virtuous. Sulvanii knows that the council nor I would allow such a thing."”Milord, as a newcomer, and one not versed in the arcane arts, I must politely decline to take any such oath, nonetheless. I would, however, be honored, if you were to choose for me some object from that closet of cursed items, should you deem it appropriate.”
"Gladly." He smiles, "I can't say I would not hold your same doubts." He chuckles, "I did! Several on this council myself among them wondered why a genie would offer us such gifts and what purpose it would serve. Over time and with the council of allies it became clear that his is a friend and ally." He pauses a moment, "We have use for you as an ally and proven warrior in this struggle. Beyond that our land is a place of opportunity that one such as yourself could do well. If at some point you wish to formally seek a position with the wardens, or someday on the council. You can speak your oath. This council will hear it and your service and your words will carry weight here."
When he finishes his comments about Baron Drelev's forces he asks, "Are we possibly considering a rescue? of the hostages that he holds to control his drafted army?"
"I want to know more and this council's first responsibility is to our people, but it is not hard to see the hardship that Drelev has levied on his own."
She shakes her head no to the whereabouts of her sister. A tear forms in her eye and she douses it with the back side of her gloved hand.
"This will prove a long road. Sacking a city might be easier than liberating a people and rescuing prisoners. I cannot make promises of outcome. But we will do what we all we can for your family, and the innocent folk caught in this."
Stalker replies, "We have our own magic to help with that. Yes this Inn likely would be a great source of at least information. Though we are not as strong as those in the Mercenary Brigade, I am sure some of them would like this mission and the others can set incursion spots for when they enter Fort Drelvev."
Quince accepts the council, "Seriously we need a name better than Mercenary Brigade." He continues, "Very well. Our foes have given us two targets. We will need to know where Armag and the Tiger Lord barbarians are as well. Gathering that info might take time. We still have some of the surrendered Tiger Lord barbarians I believe." He looks to Bearik, "We can send them with a message perhaps. Give diplomacy a chance, even if futile." He turns back to Stalker, "they would leave a trail."
Quince accepts the council, "Seriously we need a name better than Mercenary Brigade." He continues, "Very well. Our foes have given us two targets. We will need to know where Armag and the Tiger Lord barbarians are as well. Gathering that info might take time. We still have some of the surrendered Tiger Lord barbarians I believe." He looks to Bearik, "We can send them with a message perhaps. Give diplomacy a chance, even if futile." He turns back to Stalker, "they would leave a trail."
Stalker simply says a few words in response, "Knights of the Black Blade/Rose." He then relaxes a little with a sigh before answering, "I have four Wraiths trying to track down the Tiger Lords. They are working in pairs and only have one sending stone in each pair." He shakes his head at the mention of diplomacy, a bit resentfully he states, "From what I have gathered from our barbarian prisoners and what information sent back from those four, diplomacy is not an option. Now if we could convince the leader in our custody to challenge Armag, a show of force could do wonders for our future relationship with the barbarians."
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He raises his hand and offers, "The soldiers and the accompanying caravans have set out this morning. They should get to Drelev in about ten days. Give or take weather and accidents. There should be no worry about bandits or even military forces from Drelev. I will set out with Larina tomorrow morning to catch up and keep them safe, unless you have other orders for me?" Then before anyone can say anything he blurts out, "Golden Wings? Antlers of Erastil? Deadly Beauty?" With the last one he looks at Ulricha and blows a smooch but quickly sits down.
"Beautiful and Deadly," she throws out and states, "I am liking Stalker's plans. Bearik, Sulvanii, myself and... Kevros should stay behind. Take Jorne as your personal body guard Quince and oversee the operation. We have several avenues to use resurrection magic on you if the need arises." She winks and apparently is jesting with the Lord Commander.
Xandarian smiled up at the decidedly-taller barbarian. "May our individual journeys yield amazing fruits. Congratulations." The paladin averted his gaze to something behind the Rostlander, when his eyes accidentally rested on Ulricha's enhanced chest when he spoke of 'fruits'.
"Indeed!" Ulricha says with a snicker. "And congratulations to you too, your wings are quite impressive. Is flying all you imagined?"
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Ulricha listens carefully as the meeting continues, excited at the prospect of the mission to deal with Fort Drelev. Helping those there and removing a weak and petty leader was a worthy purpose.
She grins as the council bounces around names, and mention of beauty and deadliness are brought up. It definitely applied to many of the company, now that she thought about it.
She listens to your story with interest.
"Hmm, so wishing for the power of what sublime entices, curses were part of the package? And finishing specific tasks were part of removing a curse one at a time?"
She chuckles slightly.
"Oh boy. I don't see us running into a hydra any time soon, but with the coming armed conflict, perhaps other feats could be done. I may have to have a word about that with Sulvanii, see if he knows tasks worthy of paying off a curse."
"I may be able to lift slightly more weight than the avera young lady my age, but going solo into a den of criminals or a town full of the walking dead, with just my weapon in hands, i'd be dead in no time.
Thank you for your time, Jorne, knowing this is a great help."{/b]
She leans back, a thought coming to mind.
[b]"Hmm, but then, all the others that wished to become something greater....", and she snickers in amusement. "Oh we'll just have to wait and see how that turns out."
"If you have more time to spare, mind if i do some sketching?
Just a hobby of mine, and a thank you for indulging my question."
If he has no need to be anywhere the next 15 minutes...
She signs the sketch in the lower left corner, and hands the result to Jorne. "I'll be around for a little longer before going in for the night."
"Sulvanii, i have heard that with wishing to become something greater than i am now, come a number of side effects, curses. Now i've also been told that they can be removed individually, by completing a task or quest.
Would you happen to know any such objectives that would suffice for this purpose? Tasks realistic to completed, by a person not trained in the art of combat for most of their life?"
"Indeed!" Ulricha says with a snicker. "And congratulations to you too, your wings are quite impressive. Is flying all you imagined?"
Xandarian smiled up at the decidedly-taller barbarian. "May our individual journeys yield amazing fruits. Congratulations." The paladin averted his gaze to something behind the Rostlander, when his eyes accidentally rested on Ulricha's enhanced chest when he spoke of 'fruits'.
With a wide content smile, Xandarian answers, "Yes! Just like in my dreams."
Alice had appeared at the meeting looking different as well. She was still her, but maybe an inch wider in her shoulders, likewise an inch taller and more graceful and alluring. Where her eyes had a shine to them to start with, they seem even more lively now. But otherwise she seems generally the same.
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His prayer ended he looks up, "I know folk who look to other goodly gods are here. I would invite you to pray also. It is not insult to Erastil, that other gods might bless our efforts here." He gives space if any others wish to speak.
"I normally ask Lady Luck for her blessing over new ventures early in the morning, but if it boosts your confidence, i'll repeat this morning's request."
"Lady Luck, please watch over me and my colleagues, as we set out to preserve this community, and free the oppressed from a tyrant."
"A team name? Hmm, Fortune's Fist? Circumstances would improve for those freed from miserable lives in Drelev, provided our efforts pay off as we expect them to."
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"I second the name, Fortune's Fist!" Xandarian exclaimed. "It's always good policy to get The Goddess of Luck and Freedom on your side.
And I have a tagline: 'Fortune's Fist! Fisting evil tyrants..for Justice!'"
Stalker simply says a few words in response, "Knights of the Black Blade/Rose." He then relaxes a little with a sigh before answering, "I have four Wraiths trying to track down the Tiger Lords. They are working in pairs and only have one sending stone in each pair." He shakes his head at the mention of diplomacy, a bit resentfully he states, "From what I have gathered from our barbarian prisoners and what information sent back from those four, diplomacy is not an option. Now if we could convince the leader in our custody to challenge Armag, a show of force could do wonders for our future relationship with the barbarians."
"Like I said it might not be effective diplomacy. Diplomacy was not the only reason to send them back. Following them home gives us their location. One idea two reasons. One unlikely and hopeful. The second pragmatic. If you think your scouts are already on the trail may not be necessary."
He raises his hand and offers, "The soldiers and the accompanying caravans have set out this morning. They should get to Drelev in about ten days. Give or take weather and accidents. There should be no worry about bandits or even military forces from Drelev. I will set out with Larina tomorrow morning to catch up and keep them safe, unless you have other orders for me?" Then before anyone can say anything he blurts out, "Golden Wings? Antlers of Erastil? Deadly Beauty?" With the last one he looks at Ulricha and blows a smooch but quickly sits down.
Quince nods, "Eager for action. I understand." He makes a face like he knows he might be disappointing someone. "You will have plenty of chance for action. You are the Warden of the Host. Our general. There might be a call to march west in full force. Something our forces have never done. I think that is where you are best needed."
"Gladly." He smiles, "I can't say I would not hold your same doubts." He chuckles, "I did! Several on this council myself among them wondered why a genie would offer us such gifts and what purpose it would serve. Over time and with the council of allies it became clear that his is a friend and ally." He pauses a moment, "We have use for you as an ally and proven warrior in this struggle. Beyond that our land is a place of opportunity that one such as yourself could do well. If at some point you wish to formally seek a position with the wardens, or someday on the council. You can speak your oath. This council will hear it and your service and your words will carry weight here."
"I very much appreciate the confidence you have in me milord."
Xanarian claps for Vandomir. "Yaaay!"
Did my wish go off? Hmmm...
"I may be able to lift slightly more weight than the avera young lady my age, but going solo into a den of criminals or a town full of the walking dead, with just my weapon in hands, i'd be dead in no time.
Thank you for your time, Jorne, knowing this is a great help."[/b]She leans back, a thought coming to mind.
"Hmm, but then, all the others that wished to become something greater....", and she snickers in amusement. "Oh we'll just have to wait and see how that turns out.""If you have more time to spare, mind if i do some sketching?
Just a hobby of mine, and a thank you for indulging my question."If he has no need to be anywhere the next 15 minutes...
Craft sketch, Jorne's portrait, guidance: 1d20 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 12 + 1 = 23She signs the sketch in the lower left corner, and hands the result to Jorne. "I'll be around for a little longer before going in for the night."
[b]"Glad that I can be of help. Yes, we will see if fortune or their gods favor them. I have no duties for another day at least, sketch away! Tell me more about yourself while you sketch if you don't mind."
He nods at the sketch and offers, "You have a knack for such a thing. It is good. I am merely at the mercy of the crowd as I offer my services here. So company would be nice."
"Sulvanii, i have heard that with wishing to become something greater than i am now, come a number of side effects, curses. Now i've also been told that they can be removed individually, by completing a task or quest.
Would you happen to know any such objectives that would suffice for this purpose? Tasks realistic to completed, by a person not trained in the art of combat for most of their life?"
He nods as you speak agreeing with what you say. "We could set tasks as quests for you to complete, perhaps with an ally? Jorne did tell me of your meeting and is a willing ally if you would accept him. You shall become our sister of the Sublime. Yes I am akin to you as well as to be a Sublime it has its advantages.
Now to figure out a suitable quest... Purge a nest of evil. Slay the witches of Gloom Swamp.Numerous families of local swampers and rural folk claim that something bad haunts the bogland on the border between the Narlmarches and
Hooktongue Slough. Stories claim that bog mummies are rising from the muck to drown the living! Track down the source of these tales
about bog mummies. If there’s any truth to the tales, destroy the bog mummies with your group.
Collect 14 sets of Dragonfly wings. Make them into a beautiful mural to a god of your choice at an alter or temple.
Test your mettle in The Way of the Warriors Three.
Find the resting place of a knight of the Black Blades. Stand vigil and pray to your god for an hour, requesting a worthy opponent. Defeat or kill the opponent. Then claim the blade as your own.
Yes I can think of many different possible quest choices but which do you see you being successful with?"
Quince nods, "Eager for action. I understand." He makes a face like he knows he might be disappointing someone. "You will have plenty of chance for action. You are the Warden of the Host. Our general. There might be a call to march west in full force. Something our forces have never done. I think that is where you are best needed."
He notes thinking on the new name, "Fortune Fists... Fists of Fortune, I think I like how the second ones rolls of my tongue better. Though it is not my name."
In response to Quince he is emboldened, "Yes brother! Excellent so our minds are one and the same. We will march."
Did my wish go off? Hmmm...
When Markus finished speaking the wish he was engulfed in a cloud of black... smoke... miasma... it was hard to tell. But he heard the feminine voice on the wind...
As she sketches, looking up occasionally at Jorne's features,
"Me? I grew up in Oppara. I'm one of three siblings. My brother and sister went off into military service and politics respectively, but i went the path of travel. I signed up with an archeological expedition, and got acquainted with a kind cleric of Desna, who kind of further fueled my wanderlust, in hindsight."
(blows away some dust)
"I write about what i see, sketch pictures of what i see. Occasionally i sell off some of those to fund my travels. I'm sort of a self sponsored documenter, i guess, with Desna as my inspiration."
(she lightly chuckles)
"But with my feathered companion and my hobby, people have sometimes confused me for a follower of Shelyn. I didn't mind, it made for some funny confused faces when i deliberately didn't draw anything for a few days."
She asks about Jorne's history in return, how he'd ended up here, before she completes the portrait sketch, and hands it to him.
She patiently listens to your summarizing of tasks.
"By the sound of it, multiple of those find themselves spread throughout the marshes. I can't say i've heard much about the Black Blade Knights. What can you tell me about them? They sound like a sinister group."
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Ah, the Hot Dog sales person has become a bit more... hot?
Set this guys f$%+ing loincloth on fire and tell him THAT MY F%!$ING BREASTS ARE NOT PADDED. RIGHT BEFORE YOU KILL HIM WHILE HIS PANTS ARE BURNING A very angry, attractive and not that subtle voice demands.
Markus sees the picture of someone-GM-determined in his mind.
Sure!
INTO OUR MOTHERLAND DERPKARIS ARMIES MARCH
HEROES FIGHT SIDE BY SIDE TO SMASH THEM INTO STARCH
BALORS ABOVE OUR SOIL THAT DOES BECKON A FEAST
WE WILL BREW DEMON BOOZE SOMEONE GRAB SOME YEAST
Markus sings through the Miasma on top of his lungs,
When the Miasma is gone, Markus looks more charismatic, has 2 leather wings, permanent fangs, claws, and kind of looks like he jumped of from a GORRUMTON cover, a well known group of Skalds and Oracles that proselytze by the POWER of METAL.
All right, whom what and where do we smesh next?
Also, f$%! ye, our air force expands! Not that I ever trained flying, but how hard can that be?
Also, f!~$ ye, our air force expands! Not that I ever trained flying, but how hard can that be?
Xandarian feels a little uncomfortable around the new fiendish Markus, but tries not to let it show.
"I found flying to be easy. Landing where you want and on your feet? A bit more difficult", the half-azata comments.
Oi, can anyone check if I didnt get evil? Because I dont think Oi did!
I kind of doubt I will be joining the Alyushinyrran Aerial Ballet anytime soon, but hej, perhaps I can weaponize my lack of flight skills offensively, me dropping on someone should hurt the someone a fair bit.
The paladin put his palm in front of him, while holding his holy symbol, and cast detect evil. After a few moments, Xandarian opens his eyes and smiles a smile of relief.
"You do not radiate evil, Markus", the caydenite smiled, and extended his hand in friendship.
Xandarian feels a little uncomfortable around the new fiendish Markus, but tries not to let it show.
Bluff: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
"I found flying to be easy. Landing where you want and on your feet? A bit more difficult", the half-azata comments.
"Coming to this land sure is a life changing experience.", she casually exclaims to nobody in particular.
"Looking a bit more buff, Markus."
Then, more teasing, she gently elbows Xandarian.
"If biceps are anything to go by, you match him. Why the unease?"
Then, more teasing, she gently elbows Xandarian.
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It seems to be dexterity, constitution and charisma. I guess my strength is plenty anyway? Oh, joking session? So how about this one!
Markus pauses and begins to narrate a joke of his own.
A Nocticulan and a Desnan go camping. They find a nice spot, set up a tent and go to sleep. During the night, the Nocticulan wakes the Desnan and asks "Open your eyes, what do you see?"
"The Stars" the Desnan answers
"And what does this mean?" The Nocticulan asks
"What this means? Well, it is said in Desnan teaching that stars are very distant suns themself, just as our sun is just a star called sun. It means that perhaps, somewhere in this vast galaxy, someone on some planet orbiting a distant star is, perhaps, just right now, looking into their distant nightly sky, and thus at us and perhaps also asking themselfs, what does this mean?" The Desnan looks quite happy, as the Nocticulan violently facepalms
No you twat, it means someone stole our bloody f!$&ing tent.
Zsófia clears her throat uncomfortably. "Lord Commander, it sounds like you would have us go in force to Drelev while we wait for intelligence of the Tiger Lords. Is that correct? Is there anything we can do to prepare for the expedition?"
She shakes her head, trying to think of a name, and looks to Chizzlall to see if he has any ideas. He shrugs. "Something about hearts, for Elkheart? The Heartwatch?" She tries to drive it from her mind. "I am sure inspiration will strike, possibly at some meaningful event on our adventure. Shelyn will provide, if she looks kindly upon our goal."
As she sketches, looking up occasionally at Jorne's features,
"Me? I grew up in Oppara. I'm one of three siblings. My brother and sister went off into military service and politics respectively, but i went the path of travel. I signed up with an archeological expedition, and got acquainted with a kind cleric of Desna, who kind of further fueled my wanderlust, in hindsight."(blows away some dust)
"I write about what i see, sketch pictures of what i see. Occasionally i sell off some of those to fund my travels. I'm sort of a self sponsored documenter, i guess, with Desna as my inspiration."
(she lightly chuckles)
"But with my feathered companion and my hobby, people have sometimes confused me for a follower of Shelyn. I didn't mind, it made for some funny confused faces when i deliberately didn't draw anything for a few days."She asks about Jorne's history in return, how he'd ended up here, before she completes the portrait sketch, and hands it to him.
"Oh so we grew up in Oppara together. What was your last name again? Emmington... no not drawing any memories. Interesting, interesting."
"How I ended up here... my uncle sent me here to make a name for myself. The expedition nearly failed... I lost so many good people on that trip. Those were dark days where we fought to survive daily. Then I came upon Quince, Katrina, Kevros and several of the original troupe. They accepted me in and I have been working as a guard in one manner or another since. Serving to protect is my calling. Most recently I have been the sole bodyguard for the Lord Commander. Now you may notice every Council member has a gaggle of guards and others around them. That is the basic protections we have established after an assassination was successful. We were able to bring her back, Cleo... It still hurts my heart. The doctors said it was a failed heart."
A Nocticulan and a Desnan go camping. They find a nice spot, set up a tent and go to sleep. During the night, the Nocticulan wakes the Desnan and asks "Open your eyes, what do you see?"
"The Stars" the Desnan answers
"And what does this mean?" The Nocticulan asks
"What this means? Well, it is said in Desnan teaching that stars are very distant suns themself, just as our sun is just a star called sun. It means that perhaps, somewhere in this vast galaxy, someone on some planet orbiting a distant star is, perhaps, just right now, looking into their distant nightly sky, and thus at us and perhaps also asking themselfs, what does this mean?" The Desnan looks quite happy, as the Nocticulan violently facepalms
No you t&$#, it means someone stole our bloody f#@&ing tent.
Xandarian's eyes bulge, then the half-azata lets out a boisterous laugh. "A-Hahahaha! GOOD ONE, MARKUS! Cayden, Bless You!!"
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"If my opinion is of any value, I would say that rescuing any hostages being held is both a logical and a moral choice. By rescuing them, it takes any risk to them off the board for our opponents. At the same time, saving hostages is its own reward."
"Amen", Xandarian agreed with the former Sable Company Marine.
"Agreed." Ulricha adds solemnly.
Zsófia clears her throat uncomfortably. "Lord Commander, it sounds like you would have us go in force to Drelev while we wait for intelligence of the Tiger Lords. Is that correct? Is there anything we can do to prepare for the expedition?"
She shakes her head, trying to think of a name, and looks to Chizzlall to see if he has any ideas. He shrugs. "Something about hearts, for Elkheart? The Heartwatch?" She tries to drive it from her mind. "I am sure inspiration will strike, possibly at some meaningful event on our adventure. Shelyn will provide, if she looks kindly upon our goal."
"Yes. It seems we have a contact. And the combination of invisibility and flight I would imagine get us inside pretty simply. Some time there will give us a feel for the city the nature of its defenses and so on. As for what we can do." He looks around out fox people, colorful feathers, rakish style, and half naked air corps commanders. "We might need to tone our look down at least for the intelligence gathering portion of the mission."
"If my opinion is of any value, I would say that rescuing any hostages being held is both a logical and a moral choice. By rescuing them, it takes any risk to them off the board for our opponents. At the same time, saving hostages is its own reward."
Quince looks to Vandomir and nod, "I do value it." He nods, "I agree it is a clear moral choice. Its logic is a question of feasibility, defenses in place and well . . . how quick our foes are to the knife at the hostages throat. We might learn there location in a castle dungeon. Storming the castle might trigger a death sentence. Make no mistake I want them free. I even think at this point most of the city will at least stay clear of battle if not join us, but the rescue sounds tricky at least till we know more. But an all out assault on the city is likely to endanger hostages to. So its intel, plan and YES I hope to see the hostages safe."
The other council members agree too. Bearik adds, ¨finding and securing the hostages is priority, though you are going there to find intel. If that intel is actionable bring it to your Lord Commander who will be in the field with you or staying at an escape point. I doubt he will heed our warnings of being in the thick of it, but he is well defended. Watch out for magic.¨
With some excitement in his eyes he adds, ¨The armory is open you to borrow. Speak with me if you wish to try a cursed item. The trip to Drelev by Greenwatch Elk is about two days journey. You should head out within the hour so you can get there at night. Even with invisibility the cover of night can conceal much.¨
Huh, It seems I can see heat now? Fun. Lets get going!
Hmm, we got 2 days to make funny plots... Aerial insertion is one, aerial extracting another. There were survivors from the last encounter, so I dont think I can bluff my way in. We will probably have a part that is good at sneaking or disguising, and a part that isnt. I think the most important part is communication between these 2 parts, so the sneaky/cunning gits can call in the heavy hitters.
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"So we go then, to scout, and if a chance to free the prisoners comes clear, we take it?"
Agreed, those as unstealthy as me should stay hidden and act as a rapid reaction force, the question is how to organize communications so that our scouts can properly call us in, message cantrips?
Jorrast grins at Quince's comment, and changes to human shape. "I'll work with the scouting group. I'm pretty good at not being noticed."
With Bearik's comment he pulls out a small spellbook and changes his active cantrip.
Agreed, those as unstealthy as me should stay hidden and act as a rapid reaction force, the question is how to organize communications so that our scouts can properly call us in, message cantrips?
"That is certainly an option, for those versed in the arcane."
Unfortunately, it was something she was not able to do. Her summons wouldn't last long enough to scout and report back. She'd be waiting in the reserves.
"I can sneak, but Roci is a bit hard to miss. It is probably best that we stay out of any stealth mission."
I have apparently attained some limited telepathic abilities, funnily enough I had these prior to my recent transformation. I can setup a message link, but it has 2 sizeable issues. First, it only lasts for 10 minutes, second, its range is limited 110 feet of me, and susepctible to disruption from various enviromental features. A third issue is that you can communicate, by whispering, which can be heard, to me, and I can then communicate to others. It does not allow for lateral communication between you.
He pauses
Better then nothing. I dont recommend summoning a Succubus, having her profane gift everyone and utilizing the telepahtic links from that as a basis for a communication node. Extremely-mischevious-at-best adrenaline junkies who happen to be personifications of evil make for very awkward centres of communication.
One could get the idea that he speaks from experience.
"my recent transformation" implies he had transformations before.
"Adrenaline junkies? From what i've heard, they crave something more than that.", Alice says with a teasing grin.
"And from your words, i take it you've had a transformation prior?"
Zsófia gives a lopsided grin at the banter. "While I have rarely needed to be stealthy before, I can be very tricky and have a tolerably long wit. If we attempt to infiltrate Drelev, I might be very useful as we try to explain away our presence if discovered. But I am happy to remain in reserve if that does not seem like it will be necessary."
"Stealth will be needed on entry. Which I hope that invisibility will cover a multitude of stealth sins. But once in the city it might be that we need to find a place to lay low go out in small teams get a feel for the city. That is not as much stealth as it is not drawing a crowd. We will need to get all kinds of average looking."