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I apologize for being absent for a while. I had to force-disconnect myself from the internet for a while and it made doing play-by-post games difficult.
However, that is part of the reason for this post. I've realized that I've been putting way too much time into play by posts, and have signed into WAY too many games for me to reasonably handle with my current workload and changes to my life situation. I needed to cut down the number of games I am in, and this one is one of them. I am sorry. I was having fun, but these games were getting to be one of my causes of stress, and that was what tipped things for me. Thank you for the opportunity to play with you all, and I am sorry for the inconvenience.

broken cup: 1d10 ⇒ 5

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"Good idea. I'll be in the middle of the 'string' of us, in case something goes wrong at either end." he offers.

Brask will go out and acquire a set of civilian clothes Marquel's size, including a cloak, but he makes sure the sleeves of the shirt are extra long. They can cut the excess off the other sleeve if needed.

"Just long enough to cool down. Then to him." Brask comments. "It's but a night."

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"Yes, lets go." brask says, keeping an eye out for danger.

"Brask." he says brusquely.

"Got it."

Brask will help get Kalem into position, using his strength to lift the tiefling where needed.

Would anyone have suggested I NOT wear my plate armor to this? I could just take my shield and cutlass and hope we don't get into a fight at all.

With a rope set up, Brask will be able to scale the wall, albeit not with any speed or grace.

If he's capable of tracking you by taste, he's probably already made his bite attack and you're screwed. :p

Brask will also purchase one for the mission. Just in case.

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"It can smell us? Well, there's ways around that. Powders, chemicals. Stuff an alchemist could cook up for us." he observes. "Would be a good way to get it out of the way."

Brask spends the time working at the coffee shop (if Laria will have him, of course), actually dressing in workman's clothes and helping lug sacks of beans and grinding them. He keeps a dagger on him, and otherwise has his hair covered in a bandana.

"Sounds better than my normal stealth plan." he replies, chuckling.

"What can I do to help? I'm not a very... quiet sort." he asks.

I hope you feel better... Extract water elemental is no fun to experience...

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"Bureaucracy is slow to report failures. If we hurry, we can get them out before they even know they never 'arrived' anywhere... that's even if they bother to check." Brask adds.

"Yes. We'll need to get word to him that we got them." Brask says, "But first they need rest. Hells, we all need rest."

"Okay then let's go. No point wasting time." Brask replies.

Is the bridge *guarded*, or just patrolled?
Brask watches the last patrol pass and does the headcount. Not good...

"Keep walking!" Brask hisses, pulling on the rope. If anyone from the building was watching, he was doing his job. The next part he whispers. "We're here to rescue you. Your commander cares a great deal for you, you know."

"My money's on just leaving the room and saying she's still busy with the other guys." Brask replies. "They're all to wuss to check anyways."

He will sigh. "Sorry for not getting her down sooner, Kalem. I tried."

Brask retrieves the silver sword and puts it back in Kalem's sheath where he got it.

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Brask leaves the silver sword embedded in the Kyton's heart for the moment, just to be sure. He'll scramble to help his allies, unsure if he's got the skill to save their lives.

"Elias! Can you help Kalem?" he exclaims. "I'll help Femi here."

He takes Femi's potion of Cure light wounds and pours it down the unconscious man's throat. Based on his inventory, this might change if that's no longer there.

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

This fight is getting tense!

I should be able to start posting after the weekend.

Good thing you got a cold iron spiked gauntlet, huh?

Crisis isn't necessarily diverted, but I'm starting to cope with it. I'll be back soon, just... might take me a while to get the energy up to post rapidly again.

Brask grumbles but takes the papers and holds them out.

He looks over the scene and his stomach roils. I don't even know where to begin to put her back together. he realizes.

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"Let me go in first then. I can take a hit better. If things go sour. " Brask offers

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Im currently dealing with a family crisis. I should be back online soon.

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Bluff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Brask remains in the back, keeping an eye on the party and following their lead. He's supposed to act like muscle, and that's what he is.

Brask will fold his arms, flex his muscles and remain silent, waiting for the more social characters with the talk to back it up.

"I just... stick out, you know?" Brask reminds the group, scratching the scarred portion of his face and missing tusk. "I'm sure after the last 'event' I went to they'd be on the lookout for someone fitting my description."

"Don't we need... Uhm... Dottari uniforms?" Brask asks. "I dont think theyd just hand them over to anyone, paperwork or no."

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"Uhh... This one looks just like that one. Is this tail curve thingy always been on 'q'?" Brask, while not a tower of intellect, does his best to help proofread the work.

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Brask walks up, sipping a mug of coffee as the ravens return to the coffee house.

"How did it go?" he asks. "Been bored off my ass."

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Sorry... Im still here, i did fall into that pitfall.

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Brask ponders. "Wait... why couldn't we just ambush a transfer team and take their orders? I mean we'd have to take care of them anyways, since they'd otherwise be showing up while we're trying to get the prisoners in the first place."

"Of course, that would require them to be transferring the prisoners we want... but that can't be hard to arrange, right?"

"Good. Anyone able to do disguises? I need to have two tusks and to hide the scar, my face is easily recognized." He scratches at the scarred part of his face where his tusk should be, thinking about it.

"I'm not very good at this subtle stuff... but if you need someone to bring you coffee or make distractions while you sneak about, I'm your man." Brask offers. "Feel kinda useless otherwise."

"Oh!" Brask excaims, snapping his fingers. "Is there a way we can prove theyre 'not' order of the torrent? Like reassign them or fake their register in a different order? Like a legal shelter?"

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Brask turns to look at the rest of the group. "I'm not the best at subtlety. But. We have people who can prove your trust will be well-placed." he answers.

Sounds like Myradil and Elias's baliwick.

Brask nods. "It is." he says, scratching at his own facial scars.

Have you tried using nap time?

"Weird. I could see how most people wouldn't guess that. Ever." he comments, but does the same as Myradil and Femi.

"I gotta... Uh... Kiss the statue?" Brask summarizes. He looks confused.

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"Watery... Aren't they the order of the Torrent?" Brask asks.

"All right. Do we have any suits of light armor to spare for now? I don't feel right going out there with no protection." Brask asks, unbuckling his shield and starting on his shoulder pauldrons.

"I need to cover my armor, and maybe that muffle spell Elias mentioned." Brask says. "But I'm more of a liability here if we are trying to avoid conflicts entirely."

He scratches his chin. "I could take it off, go with a chain shirt or something." he offers.

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Brask finds himself torn between both Femi and Elias' viewpoints. Both have worked hard to right the wrongs that Thrune exemplars, and yet their approaches are different. His... personal rage aside, Femi made some very valid points. However, when in the frenzy of battle, Brask's abilities and mindset favored Elias' point of view. He also remembered Elias talk with him about Brask's own crime of vengeance, which further tipped him in that direction.

"I... don't know where I stand on this yet." he admits after an agonized moment of silence. "I want them all dead, for what they've done. I'm not against doing dirty deeds if it means that the next generation can live without the fear of a man such as Thrune. I can choose to take on that burden, but... Femi is right. There are some people who will oppose us not because they're evil, but because they just don't know any better and we're defying what they see as the rightful order in the world. We could defeat them just as easily by opening their eyes, educating..." Brask sighs and walks away from their discussion table. "I need to think about this more." he says.

Later on, he can be found in the Raven's Nest sitting at the docks again, staring into the dark waters with a look of tired frustration on his face.