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Hi Everyone, Thanks Vord for the post. Alas, I've been in a different but similar situation with lots of RL changes with a new job and drastic new family schedule. I honestly was thinking about posting last week that I would no longer be able to continue the pbp going forward but had been putting it off as I didn't want to kill the campaign. Emerson has been one of my all time favorite characters. Ever! That being said I don't see anyway for me to continue. Blessings to you all. Cromlich.
Thanks! I'm back.
Hey everyone. Just wanted to let you all know we're going on a cruise for a week. So no posts on my end for a bit.
Emerson gazes at the sphere. Something about it seemed vaguely familiar somehow. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "That is a truly magnificent tool." He looks around and notices that Fethryth is still staring at the book in his hands. At once he walks over and hands her the tiny vellum book. "I'm sure you can make much better use of this than I."
"Agreed. Some of our superiors have a somewhat unnatural obsession with your capture, regardless of what the facts suggest. We should keep any communication as surreptitious as possible."
Emerson will step up and take the book from Gale before asking "So, do you have the information Nilassa took from the Consulate? We had witnesses say she spoke to someone and gave him a small parcel before succumbing to her wounds."
"There is also something to be said about the mechanical automaton we saw on Axis island as well as the strange 'blood-oil' substance that we found here in Flint. There must be some sort of factory where the Danorans are fabricating these monstrosities" Emerson pauses for a second before continuing. "If you recall, we found a copy of a deed of ownership of a canal barge with the Danoran Consulate seal."
Emerson lets out a laugh at Gemma's outburst. Not a snort nor a chortle, but a deep belly laugh. He couldn't help himself. The near certain death of Cauldron Hill. The threat at every corner from the criminals of Flint. The clandestine meeting with, Public Enemy Number One, Gale of all people that could end their careers and possibly their lives. It was all too much. "Yes, yes. Please do tell." He manages before finally controlling his mirth.
Emerson ignores the strange environmental effects that accompany Gale's emotion but makes a mental note of her apparent power. "I too owe my loyalty to Risur. I respect the Old Ways but believe invention and industry, if properly managed, can be a boon to society. I will say that we are not being good stewards of the land. The treatment of those working in the factories are outrageous." He stops for a moment as he realizes his anger over the misdeeds of those in industry is getting the better of him. He assumes a more relaxed stance, clears his throat and continues. "I also disagree with many of the decisions made from all sides of this predicament we find ourselves in." Emerson waves a hand around the party and continues. "We are all stained by blood and death as well, most if not all forced upon us in recent days. We as well, live by our word and do not abide treachery or deceit well." He stops again, realizing that he is rambling on a bit. "My first question. What on earth are the Danorans planning?"
Emerson steps forward with a short bow and tip of his hat. "Hello Gale. I am Emerson Hill. We are indeed here to speak with you without malice. Are we to conduct our meeting on opposite sides of the river? I understand if this is for our protection."
Emerson follows Gemma into the carriage. "I have reservations about his motives, however I'd rather deal with him any day over Kell." He says to no one in particular.
Emerson sets his coffee down for a moment to listen to Morgan's offer. He raises an eyebrow at his last statement. "I would have thought that the Wareye's would be un-welcomed back into the fold. But I do think they deserve protection for their cooperation. A deal is a deal and I'm not afraid to say that cutting them loose was wrong." He picks up another different pastry, one that he has not tried before. "I am fine with an accord of mutual aid, as long as we don't break formal protocol."
"So how does this all tie in with you, 'The Family', and us?" Emerson says around a mouth full of pastry. He had been mostly silent until now as he dug in quite heartily to the heaping plates that were provided. "These are exquisite by the way."
"I would like a coffee please. Dark roast with cream and sugar. And perhaps a few of those pastries? Thank you." Emerson smiles at Miri but also waves off the others when they offer to take his coat. He un-slings his rifle and sets it down butt first, using it as a makeshift crutch as he sits beside Anneca.
Emerson follows Gemma out the door and glances around looking for any anomalies. "Yes, LeMont must be doing a great job. Besides, if you did take one in the face, we would avenge you." He slings his leather wrapped rifle over his shoulder and walks slowly towards the coffee house expecting the others to easily catch up.
”Oh I don’t plan on keeping it long. I’m just holding it for a friend.” He sets aside his tea and picks up the letter, turning it over a few times to see if he can tell who it’s from. Ruari’s last remark brings his attention back to the man. ”Hmm? What? No of course not! I would no sooner do that than shoot my good leg Ruari. As far as this letter goes, your guess is as good as mine.” He picks up a small file and neatly slices open the top of the envelope. He unfolds the letter, leans back in his chair and reads the missive.
Yes, I just kicked the Tomb Raider bug myself. Played both games back to back. Probably the best I've played in a while. Heya Anderlorn!
”Hi Ruari, come on in.” Emerson walks back to the open area he uses as a kitchen and pours himself and Ruari some tea that he had been brewing. He hands the man the cup and sits down at the table. ”Well I didn’t exactly ‘hear’ about the fire if you get my meaning. But I agree with you. It’s good you have set roots down far from that side of the lake.” He accepts the letter and drops it on the table, then walks over to the counter to get some of his prized Slate honey. ”Vastra’s not getting into any trouble is she?” He puts a teaspoon lump in his cup and slides the jar over to his landlord. ”Honey for your tea?” Emerson smells the aroma before take a few sips, the hot beverage reviving him somewhat from the ordeal of the last few days. ”If you don’t have any need of them for now, yes I would. I need to chamfer the barrel slightly to improve the draw.” At the mention of the bird he just smiles a bit. ”You like it?”
Yeah. He's had a pretty rough time of work lately. He's been staying ridiculously late etc. It's taken a toll which translates to no posts.
Ran out of content did they?
Honestly, aside from meeting Cippiano, the other three leads regarding Doctor Wolfgang von Recklinghausen are just that. Three parts of one lead. I'm sure it would be nice to talk to each and every one of them but since we have to wait for Kell to allow us access to von Recklinghausen, the only other actionable lead is Cippiano. We could easily do this first thing in the morning on the 6th and follow it up with a visit to Gale. Then we come back, hopefully by evening, and wait for contact from Kell. Thoughts?
"I've got plenty of room at my place and I'm sure we can find a nice gilded cage of some sort if it's needed." Emerson looks up from his paper at the others. "Unless anyone has objections?"
Emerson remains seated and speaks to the wind. "I guess high noon on the 7th according to my impatient friend." He stands up, goes to the door and calls out after the three women that just exited the room. "They're probably all running here!" He yells out. Then quietly and mostly to himself. "because, you know? The bird?" He goes back sits down and picks up another daily.
Should we all agree to meet Gale on Summer 6 or 7? Do we want to try and chase down the leads in front of us and then meet with Gale or do we do it right away so there is technically an excuse with Delft as far as a sense of urgency and no other constables being around?
Emerson puts the letter from Cippiano down and picks up a discarded daily that he ignored earlier in the day. ”This Morgan chap may be a waste of time Gemma, but it is part of our assignment. We wouldn’t want to disappoint the Chief now would we?” He smiles at her and it is obvious he agrees with her statement. Although he tones down the sarcasm just enough to make it hard to detect unless you were speaking to him directly. ”Besides I’m sure Tobias and Talyssa are capable enough of finding anything of note.” He looks back at the rest and asks ”So? Who do we speak to first? Professor Kindleton, Doctor Recklinghausen, or Morgan Cippiano?”
I thought I had posted. Apparently it got eaten. Nope, it's there. I just responded to it.
"I believe so. Something about Nilassa wanting to purchase something illicit to help Gale's cause from the man." Emerson looks over the second invitation by Cippiano before continuing. "Well the man is persistent in wanting to meet with us. Perhaps he has concrete information he's willing to share." He laughs a little bit and adds "Because, you know, everyone we've talked to so far has been so forthcoming with answers."
Emerson follows the other three constables out but heads straight for the armory. He drops off his pepperbox with a request to enchant it then requisitions new parts for his pistol. He completely disassembles his pistol and installs the new pieces. Once he's happy with the resulting upgrades, we makes his way to the target range to verify the sights are still true. Afterward, he picks up a sandwich and waits in the armory for the return of his pepperbox. He gets it back and goes back to his office and sleeps until they are called by Delft.
How about who hired them to set fires to the factories? And maybe where is their hideout?
Emerson laughs at Coin's last remark. "I'll do my best." He smiles back at Talyssa as they ready themselves to leave. "You three be careful."
Agreed. Nilasa's friends were the only two not guilty of committing crimes at the time of their arrest. The rest can pretty much suck it. We can always put in "a good word" in the report and try to lessen the charges for any we all think deserve it although I don't particularly think any do.
"I think if we keep chasing down leads, we'll be okay. It's obvious that whatever track we're on, it's making Telbor nervous. I don't think we'll have to look for him so much as to keep an eye out for ambushes while we search for more answers." Emerson sits up in his chair as he realizes he is slouching. "Chief, while I understand the standing order is to bring Gale in, I agree with Feth and Gemma. We should wait as long as possible to do that as it could jeopardize our investigation."
Updated the profile.
Okay. So because of his contribution to the wands Emerson can't quite afford two of any the situational stuff. So to make it easy on the math portion of combat he's going to elect to enchant the Pepperbox and make his pistol masterwork. That leaves him with 65.08gp.
Emerson steps out of the carriage and nearly trips and falls on his face. The only thing saving him was the large grab handles along the outside step rails. He pulls himself up and dusts himself off unceremoniously. ”Master Sechim. I wish you a safe return to your retreat and hope to see you soon. If you’ll all excuse me?” he says in passing to the rest of the group. He sees Gill in the distance and manages a wave and a smile at the former rogue. On the second shake of his hand he could swear he was seeing double. Again he stumbles, this time on nothing so much as his own feet. They felt like bridge piles. As if he were walking through a fast moving river. To say that Hill was tired was an understatement. While it was not unusual for the Constables to be up late on consecutive nights, something was different. His mouth was dry, eyes bloodshot, and his head was starting to pound. He reaches the quartermaster’s and grabs on to the door frame to keep his feet. As he starts up the stairs it dawns on him. He had exhausted all of his ‘acquired abilities’ in the last 24 hours. Something he had never even tried to do before as he hid his powers as much as he could. ’Up the stairs, one foot at a time. Just a little farther’ The second floor is gained at much expense. He rounds the last corner in the hall and opens the door to his office. One thankfully not shared with anyone, well, not since the reshuffle of constables after Axis Island. He places his carbine in the umbrella rack by his desk and unbuckles his gun belt before collapsing on the small couch that doubles as his bed away from home. He tries to make a mental note of when he has to wake up for briefing but passes out before he can try to make the calculation.
How about the descriptions and values of the stuff from the last encounter?
Most definitely! That would have been bad.
It's all in the reflexes. Heh. But in all seriousness, I need a flippin flow chart. Even with Hero Lab there are so many nuances. Thanks for checking the numbers. I was hesitant to finilize it since I new I probably made some kind of mistake.
Emerson could tell these next few seconds could well see his death. Just as he did in the war, he concentrates on each minute action forcing all his emotion from his mind. Everything is in slow motion now. He advances the barrel of his Pepperbox, pulls the hammer back, aims at the crazed Lizard, and pulls the trigger. Boom! The bullet strikes the big berserk in the chest and it goes down. He repeats this process again and raises the Pepperbox once more. He takes a deep breath, slowly releases it, and fires at the other Dragonborn. Boom! This bullet hits the soft tissue of the Lizard’s throat and a burst of crimson splatters on the wall of the factory. It grabs at the wound, then pulls back its hands and looks quizzically at the group before it slumps down on the still burning wagon.
Emerson continues his slow lateral movement to get a better view of the last few foes in combat. He drops his pistol and advances the barrels of his pepperbox in quick succession. Two rapports ring out, the first finding it’s mark. The second bullet flies within an inch of the Dragonborn’s face and strikes the wall of Sechim’s factory near the flaming wagon.
Again, Emerson steps back to put a little distance between himself and the Tough. This time he moves up behind Gemma to prevent the other thugs from flanking her. He draws his pistol with his left hand, fires off a shot, and hits the man center mass. He staggers back and falls to the ground. It’s obvious to Emerson that the most dangerous foe is the Dragonborn in front of Gemma and he sets his sights on the scaly creature next. He shifts his stance slightly to his right to give him a clear shot over Gemma’s shoulder as she expertly deflects the attacks against her. He activates the Searing Light wand, and it shoots a brilliant beam of energy that strikes the creature on the left pectoral.
Emerson steps back and quickly evokes magical flame to catch his opponent’s shirt on fire.
Emerson takes a non-threatening pose and replies. "That may well be all and good but we would like to talk to Angus or Shamus to confer." He wonders if he'll be able to read the big lizard's facial expressions after that question. He glances at Gemma and whispers "Dragonborn on the roof to the left." He runs his hand through his hair and nochalantly asks the burly lizard man "Oh, and would you ask your friend to come down off the roof?"
Emerson follows Gemma’s lead and moves up beside her. ”Let’s get a little more light on the situation shall we?” He steps up and throws his “light” bullet, aiming so that it lands on the far side of the horse drawn wagon. The bullet lands right next to the center-most man on the far side no making it difficult for them to hide their intentions.
Okay everyone. Looks like this is going down! I'm planning on throwing my light bullet once Gemma replies to this oversized kobold. Let's bring all our forces to bear and crush these guys quickly. I don't think we can afford to split up since we're all low on spells.
Emerson slows his approach at the sight of the Dragonborn but continues moving forward none-the-less. Without any care to what their potential foes think, he yells back towards the street. "Tobias! Aden! Get your asses over here!"
Happy New Year!
"Hey Gemma! Don't go off by yourself. I've got a bad feeling about this." As he walks down the street behind Gemma, Emerson pulls a bullet from his reloading pouch and casts light on it. He then grips it tightly so that no light is emitted.
I'd like to take a peek around the corner between the firedust factory and Sechim's. Hopefully his guards on on that side of the building. If not, we might want to consider Sechim's has been breeched and something bad is going on inside. Anyone want to accompany me? |
