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Desseer approaches the door with a look of awe and eagerness. The aura's strength revealed the power that the door held and Desseer's mind was aflame. "Myriana, do you see that..?" he mumbled as a stepped closer and closer.

With a quick word and a hand swipe in between himself and the door, a faint glistening of magic showered the door. cast Identify He then began looking over the door carefully, but thoroughly.
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 20 + 10 = 46

"Myriana, this door leads to another place. Maybe an extradimensional place." He runs a hand over the etchings, "If these etchings are anything to go by, somewhere..planty." He then looks at her with an eager smile, "Wanna go?"

Apologies, will post today/tonight.

"Wow, indeed," Desseer whispers, echoing Myriana's sentiment.

"Why was this manor abandoned, I wonder?" he adds as they tour around the inside. "I could spend a month studying just a section."

As he tours around, he makes good use of Detect Magic.

Currently I'm helping with moving so it won't be until Tuesday.

Desseer twitches slightly having forgotten the Sly's presence. "Oh, uhh..yes. He is a servant of mine."

He spreads his white wings and grabs ahold of John's shoulderpads and lifts off.

(AI)Nestled inconspicuously among the elegant avenues of a wealthy district, the manor house sits behind a modest iron gate, its stone façade softened by ivy and time. Unlike the neighboring homes with their manicured gardens and ostentatious facades, this manor wears a subtle elegance—its gray slate roof slightly uneven, windows framed with weathered wood, and shutters half-drawn as if in a long, patient slumber.

Though the street whispers of wealth, the manor doesn’t flaunt it. Instead, it exudes an old, quiet confidence—tall and narrow, built from pale, lichen-dusted stone, with a small brass plaque bearing only a single letter, almost worn smooth. The hedges have grown wild but not unruly, curling protectively around the house as though preserving its secrets. A small fountain in the front courtyard lies dry, its basin filled with leaves and a scattering of feathers, untouched by footsteps for years.

At night, it’s easy to forget it’s there. The lanterns by the door no longer light, and the stained-glass window on the third floor—depicting some forgotten crest or sigil—glows faintly when the moon hits it just right, casting fractured color onto the stone path below. Those who pass by often speak of a sense of stillness around it—not eerie, but hushed, as if the manor is listening.

Apologies for the delay. This is higher on my to-do list.

I'm trying to find some source material for an estate in a city. I should get a post up by today.

Desseer is a bit taken aback by Myriana's physical affection and is left speechless for several moments.

He's been so focused on plans on plans in plans that he had spent very little time being reflective of what he was experiencing. Most of the time, there were subtle differences. He would certainly endeavor to take care of his friends and loved ones, but the difference was what he was willing to do. It didn't bother him that he might have to kill someone or, with his power, remove their agency. Hell, even considering that, he preferred to avoid it, but not due to some moral compulsion, instead because it might cause more issues long term. It seemed that his empathy was diminishing. He was beginning to look at other people as means to an end, objects in an obstacle course. His character build did require an evil alignment. Was that affecting him?

And then, there was Myriana's physical affection. Sanders was certainly not opposed to such things, but there was something else there. A hunger. A near on compulsion to ravish her. Yet again, his build used an incubus fiend template. Was that having an affect on his thoughts? Was Sanders becoming Desseer? Or was it something in the middle? The two were ingredients in a pot and just being melted together. The end result was some halfway point between the two?

Desseer closes his eyes and took a few breaths to collect himself. "Thanks Myriana," he says between measured breaths. He then opens his eyes and raises his head to look at Myriana with a smile. "Don't worry, ganbarimas!"

"Alright John, let's see that estate."

I get it, don't be too hard on yourself about it. That said, let's gooo!

Oh, also, if your are at a loss for description please feel free to say something. Hopefully my description of the townhouse was satisfactory.

A little embarrassed, Desseer makes his way to the stairs down to the basement.

The basement, like the upper floors, was covered in dust. The previous owners seemed to use this large room for more storage as mostly empty shelves lined the walls.

"Hmmm...Yes," Desseer agrees ponderously. "I can think of a few uses as backup plans or a safe house." He looks to Myriana, "We should definitely look into the paperwork and history of these places, but if want a space for just yourself and Iris, let me know." He gives her a warm smile, "I know I..well..yeah. I'm sure it sounds silly, but I feel a level of responsibility for you all. I always did back when this was just a game." He pauses for a few moments before continuing, "But now, this is serious. We are here. We are in the game. And, as the guild leader...whatever that means now...I just..I want to do right by you all." He lowers his head awkwardly, uncomfortable with his expressed vulnerability.

Sorry it took me a while to get a vision of this place.

The floors creak beneath the crew's footsteps and the creaks add together as they roam to cause what seems like a cacophony in the silence.

The previous owners of this house were of middle income judging by the quality of the furnishings that remain. The door in the living room lead back into a kitchen and beyond that a pantry/storage room. The food has clearly spoiled and causes the room to be musty and acrid, though the smell isn't overwhelming. The kitchen and storage room also have doors that open into the hallway at the base of the stairs.

Walking up the stairs, unsurprisingly, leads to more cacophonous creaking that is clearly magnified by hollow spaces under the stairs. The stairs lead up to another hallway with only two doors, spread far apart. The two rooms were clearly bedrooms for parents and the the other, seemingly one child.

(Anything else anyone wants to add?)

"That depends, Myriana, on what we need it for," Desseer responds thoughtfully. "It is not what I was envisioning when I heard 'townhouse' but it does appear to have a basement. They make for great laboratories. Many opportunities." Desseer opens the front door and looks inside.

A layer of dust blankets every surface of this abode. The hallway ends in two doors and a staircase up on the right. The hallway opens to what looks like a living room through a doorless doorway to left soon after entering. The doors at the end of the hallway lead in different directions, one continuing in the direction of the hallway and another on the left wall right before the hallway's end.

to be continued

I am wracking my brain on how to describe this townhouse. I'm getting no inspiration. I'll try again tomorrow.

I've got some things to do today. I'll get a post through after that.

Myriana, with us having both the estate and townhouse, we could kinda dibbs one or the other for ourselves in Drother. Not that it couldn't be semi shared. Actually, Ink as well. If it is the case that either of you want to semi dibbs the townhouse or estate, please by all means speak up.

Desseer looks around the outside of the townhouse to see how close other residences are before entering the townhouse.

How many rooms in the townhouse? Multi floor? Basement? Myriana or I can fill in the flavor other than that.

I'm struggling today, I'll post tomorrow. Sorry for the delay.

"Townhouse."

"Yeah, see if you can get an idea of what they know. Anywho," he says standing, "lets head to the other spots."

"Again," Desseer interjects before Iris responds, "this is looking at options, not committing to a specific plan."

"My apologies Myriana," Desseer says sincerely with a minor head bow. "I'll give the context." He points to the board with the information on the three members of the crime lord council, "One of those three is a man named Stag Rellington. He oversees the brothels as well as has a penchant for having multiple lovers. I was wondering if you would be opposed to sweetening up to him or if you'd rather not." He seems to be speaking softly so that his voice doesn't carry far in the warehouse.

Desseer shakes his head, "No, no. As I said, no definite plans yet. I was merely inquiring to Myriana's comfort with the idea, so as to account for her preferences with my planning. That is all. Do not worry John, if I need you to do something, I'll let you know...Actually," he starts with a devious smile, "how much do those in the guild know about the warehouse, townhouse, and estate respectively?"

Desseer leans in close to the papers one at a time and then sits at the table and steeples his fingers. He rests his head on the thumbs of his steepled fingers and remains silently staring off for a few minutes. As he sits staring, he mouth switches between a smile and a flat expression occasionally.

"Alright," he says finally. "I have some ideas already, but there is no need to finalize a plan before knowing all the information available at this time. That said," Desseer looks over to Myriana. "How would you feel about a plan of ingratiating yourself to Stag?" he pauses after saying the name with an amused smile on his face. "Stag? Really? Stag? The man's man? Is it just me or is that overly stereotypical?"

"Either way, thoughts?"

So, how much does John know and share with Desseer?

Nice ideas!

Possible thoughts on Lady Vale:

* Minor noble
* widower
* rumor has it, she offed her husband
* precise, meticulous
* has had suitors since but any long term ones have disappeared except one who is raving mad
* smart

Bloodwatch
* is the name of her manor house
* husband had dungeon built beneath manor
* lady vale is rumored to experiment on blood

"Got it. You killed the guy, you qualify to become the guy. Three bosses, how many mini bosses? What's the difference between a mini and an agent? Are the lackeys at the bottom assigned to a district? Overseeing the warehouse district is ideal. Are the townhouse and estate in the same district? Do we know the identity of any bosses or minis? Damn John, this is great!"

Desseer's mind is clearly alight. After asking a question he doesn't wait for an answer but just moves on to his next thought.

"Ha. Connections with the underworld already. Jeeze John, this is far beyond any of my hopes. Yeah, I can take over. When you say one of the main agents, what do you mean?" Desseer asks. His expression seems somehow both present and distant, which also seems to match his words. His sentences don't exactly follow a clear line, like he's vocalizing half or fewer of what he's thinking.

He takes a moment when Myriana can see to give her a smile and nod before focusing back on his conversation with John.

Desseer rubs his chin a couple times thoughtfully, "I probably need to chat with the said friend for specifics, but this is a delightful surprise. Hey...John..," he adds, talking a bit quieter. "Why are people reacting to us that way? And why are the criminal types afraid of us?"

Seemingly out of nowhere, Desseer turns a bit farther, "Myriana, you might want to assure Iris that your not looking to replace her."

"Estate? Wow," Desseer pauses in disbelief. He shakes his head a little to focus, "Umm..let's start with the warehouse. As we go, can you explain how?"

"Good to hear," Desseer days with clear relief. He gestures at Myriana and Iris, "I'm sure you remember these lovely ladies. I don't suppose that you have a place in the city? I'd love to catch up." He pauses for a moment, raising an index finger, "Wait. If I remember right, I left when we were introduced to a new friend. How is that friend doing?"

Desseer waves back and approaches. "My good friend, how goes it? I'm sorry it took so long to find my way back." he asks boisterously. His whole body language belays a gregarious demeanor, but his eyes look serious.

Bluff for Secret Message: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (6) + 29 = 35

Are there any dangers? Sorry I haven't been back sooner.

When I was building him I wanted to build him as if he were being built to be a part of an mmo crew. All of his abilities were intended to fill the role of either out of combat skill monkey or in combat dealing with adds. Basically, support/control so that the people who would inevitably build combat monsters looking for the "I beat the boss" glory can focus on that.

I find myself wanting to get into combat with Desseer. But, he as a character, tries to avoid it. lol

"Actually," Desseer says matter-of-factly as they are walking toward Drother, "I can not. The magic is the effect of Disguise Self, which only disguises within one's type. My half-feind template makes my creature type as a native outsider. Therefore, I can only disguise as anything else that is an outsider..," Desseer trails off for a few moments. "Actually," he says curiously, "Suli are native outsiders and look very human. That will be useful to have in my back pocket."

"Anyway, you are probably right the less we have to disguise, the better. Also, learning which disguises are useful for what effect."

I mean...you are a spellcaster. With some choices and levels, you could be a polymorph master.

From what I remember, we don't entirely know. The last time we were here, everyone was in disguise. Research did reveal a negative view of undead.

If Myriana asks Desseer, he can provide an illusion. Also if asked, he would suggest that we not test it yet.

Though, we could just ask Iris.

Desseer will enter Drother in his aasimar visage. He will take an intentional tour around town trying to stand out a little. Desseer hopes that he'll attract enough attention for John to find him.

We haven't tested it over distant, but I think that we can sill send guild messages to each other. When Ink wants in on the action, he could try to contact us via that method.

"Let's go find John first and then go from there."

Aasimar-Desseer shrugs at Iris, "Hard to say what exactly. It really depends. Is there an adventuring guild? With patrols it seems less likely. But, who knows? What kind of underworld exists?"

To the Sly, "You are welcome to tag along if you'd like. But I will be lying up a storm. If you ruin a lie, I will be displeased."

In order:
* I think closer to 2-3 weeks because we flew back from Drother.
* John's task was to observe the man to make sure that he did what he said he would, which was to procure a warehouse.
*dark brown I'm pretty sure,
"I am an elder brown adept" -portly mage

"Alright," Desseer says beaming. "Let's see what John is up to. Also, if we could find simple contract work, that'd be ideal."

He runs a hand through his hair and adopts his winged-aasimar appearance, once more. "Let's get this as well." With a word for himself and Myriana, he casts an extended Undetectable Alignment on both.

"Ready?" he asks Myriana, his new radiant golden countenance beaming, "Let's have some fun. "

"Ha ha!" Desseer exclaims, gripping Myriana by the shoulders in celebration. "We don't have to fly here! This changes the game!"

Desseer nods, steps forward, and gently rests a hand on Myriana's shoulder. As she is casting her spell, he looks over to The Sly, "It was nice to meet you. "

Desseer gives The Sly a nod of appreciation, "That is incredibly helpful, thank you." He then closes his eyes and points one finger at the obelisk. His other hand raises to point in the direction of the Abattoir. With his eyes still closed and arms up he slowly turns his head to point in a different direction. "Right..about..there," he mumbles as his head stops turning. He lowers one hand and points in the direction he is now facing. "That's the direction we want to go." He turns to Myriana, while still holding his point steady, and says with a smile, "Well, my lady, shall we?"

I was assuming we'd use Myriana's Dimension Door. That said I realize we should ask one more question.

"The Sly, if you'd be willing to share, when activating these obelisks, how do you get to the one you want to? It is my understanding that there are several of these."