I was wondering what was up with Kolo and the orderly. If the orderly is sufficiently distracted, I'll go ahead with my invisible extraction. If not, I'll . . . improvise.
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Daromel waited for Jake to open the door for Kolo. He swung the door open wide, to accommodate Daromel's unseen entrance. Phase one complete, we're back inside, he thought to himself. Wasting no time, as Kolo and Jake brought attention to themselves, he slipped into the corridor from the previous day. First making sure there was no one else in the aisle, he crept down to the cell from before, he whispered to the unfortunate man with no eyes very quietly, "I'm going to get you out of here. You have to be very quiet. I'll take you by the hand, but remember that you musn't speak." With that out of the way, Daromel cast Knock on the cell door.
Once outside and with his pouch once more, Daromel began to think about how best to break the man out. He shared his plan with the group that night. "Tomorrow, Kolo, you will return to the asylum. I will join you, invisibly. When you enter, I will slip in behind you. You should ask to meet with some of the staff. When everyone is distracted, I will move to the cell, open it with knock, and cast invisibility on the inmate. We will then make good our escape. It shouldn't take more than a few minutes, but try to keep them occupied for as long as you can. What do you think?"
Daromel nods, "I agree we must get him out, but I would prefer not to make a scene here, in case someone might be watching this place. Better to do it silently, with no bloodshed."
Daromel focused on their new friend with the eye scabs. He racked his brain to think of what might be responsible for such a treatment. Keeping his voice low, "Charito was the name of the agent who was sent here before us. It seems we are on the right track. We must find out what this man knows. I can get him out of the cell with relative ease, Knock has no material component. Getting him past everyone else will be hard without my pouch. We could just leave, I get my pouch, I cast Invisibility on myself, sneak back in, bust him out, then cast it on him, too. That is unless you can think of something else."
Daromel nods, and lowers his voice, "Hmm, yes. It requires no material component. As to the previous question, I'm quite sure magic can heal madness, but none I have access to, I'm afraid." Continuing to speak in a low whisper, Daromel incants Detect Magic on the cell where their friend with the eye scabs is.
Daromel puts a hand on Jake's shoulder. "Your dedication to the job is commendable, but there are bars on these cells for a reason, my friend." That said, Daromel examined the resident of the cell, "Your ears are quite sharp. You are correct, we are not orderlies. Rather we are visitors, potential patrons of this establishment. It depends on how this 'tour' goes. Do you have anything to say of your treatment, here?"
Daromel rolls his eyes, and uncinches his spell component pouch off of his belt. Setting it down gently on the warden's desk, he smiles warmly and extends his arm. "Lead the way, good sir."
Daromel glanced around the sanitarium as he was led with Kolo to the office of Nivolo. He continued his observances in the office as well, desperate to find some trace evidence of foul play or connection to the cultists, perhaps a symbol of Lissala in the office.
He listened to Kolo and Nivolo talk. He figured that the adviser would best be silent until called upon. He tried to analyze Nivolo's mannerisms and speaking, to try and get a read on what he may be hiding. Was he being honest about the only way in or out? If he could tell if he was lying, that would be proof of some kind of secret passage.
There was one comment that caught Daromel's attention though. [/b]"Formidably schooled, you say? Where might they have studied? I'd like to speak to a few of your physicians if that could be arranged?"[/b] A reasonable request of any truly educated doctor, if there were real doctors here. If this were actually a front for the cult, Daromel assumed, the Chief Alienist would probably hem and haw about how none could be freed up at the moment or some such nonsense.
Ungh, wrong alias. Hate it when that happens. Too late to edit the post. That was Daromel talking, sorry.
Daromel left with the other two in a whirlwind of hustle and bustle. After a while of looking around and finding the asylum to be their best lead, he considered briefly the possibility of pretending to be a doctor employed there. "Two problems. Firstly, I know very little of the healing arts. Almost every other field of study should pose no problem, but medical mysteries are just that, to me anyway. Secondly, if the asylum is a front for this cult, don't you think it would be a little suspicious if a newcomer just appeared out of nowhere? Now despite those points, it's probably our best bet anyway, so if we're all agreed, I suppose we ought be off."
Daromel mused over this new information for a moment.
His thoughts on the topic are interrupted by the plan being hatched. "I suppose you could pose as this noble fellow. Although I certainly can't pass for a hired guard. I could attempt to follow you invisibly, or I could try to swindle our way in as this Dimitrov man."
I can usually do more than one post per day. Thing is, it's finals weeks here. After Friday I'm free though. I'm on EST and am usually up late. Make of this what you will. I'm cool with up to 2 or 3 posts per day, after Friday. Until then 1 or 2 a day is all I'm going to be able to do.
A rather tall, lanky elf surveys the room, clearly looking for a group he is meant to meet. His eyes catch sight of the rather striking face of Gerhart Aidrim and he makes his way to the table. He pulls out a chair and slides in fluidly. Folding his hands on the table, he addresses the other two at the table first, "Gentlemen, apologies for my tardiness. I have only recently been sent along to join you. I am Daromel, it is my pleasure to make your acquaintances. I hope I haven't missed much?" He raises an eyebrow, as if to ask what has happened in his absence. He turns to Gerhart, looking him full in the face, or rather, what is left of it. "Now, down to business. I understand you have uncovered an active Lissalan cult? Do you have an idea of where they may be operating out of and how many they are? We will need access, so if you have any knowledge of their habits, holdings, or things of that ilk, we would appreciate the information."
Okay, sorry this took a while, but I'm done moving all the info into the profile page. Here's my arcanist, Daromel. Looking forward to playing with you all! Oh, and if we're picking PFS factions, I'd be Osirion. |