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hey Gents, As I informed our esteemed GM, I'll be stepping away from this campaign for various reasons...all personal and none a reflection on yourselves or GM Edwin. GM Edwin has graciously extended to me the opportunity to return at a future date, so I won't close that door. Happy Zeitgiest-ing! A parting post coming to gameplay...
Meera studies the horse assailing Falko for a moment, holsters one of her pistols, then aims the other and fires...
then almost casually she calls to Falko, "The dead man there, " she says , pointing to the man on the car in front of them, "seems to like your rapier."
Round 14 Meera skids to a stop as one of the horses tries to take bite out of Falko, her pistols flashing out of thier holsters...
Meera stays on Falko's heels, angling towards either the horses or bandits, whichever is the pressing threat.
Round 11 Meera watches the Malice retreat gratefully, then turns her attention to the Spawn assailing Issac. She watches as Cretien's device blows the creature away, nods and sprints after Falko towards the front of the train.
Round 11 Meera backpedals away from the beast, her pistol still tracking the hideous thing...
Round 10 Meera calmly lowers her left-most pistol and aims solely with the right, her breathing coming slower as she studies the movement of the Malice....ultimately her intuition reveals a vulnerable target and her finger slowly squeezes...
Round 9 Meera is lifted into the air by the Malice's head, landing somehow on her feet at the edge of the carriage. Groaning from the pain, she looks up at the creature with outrage, but her attention is diverted by the Spawn that presents itself in front of her. Knowing she can't take another blow like that, Meera stages a strategic retreat to stand by Cretien's side, asking him dryly, "Where is Falko? We'll need everyone on this thing if anyone's to survive!" She then turns her practiced eye on the Malice...
Round 8 Meera's eyes widen as the monstrosity approaches, bypassing Issac. With blinding speed, she draws her two pistols and fires...
Meera sees Issac's predicamnet and hustles forward, shouting at the guards and the other man on the roof , "More forwards, dolts! That man needs our aid!" .
Then to show them the courage they should be showing, she hurries past on the way to where Issac was surrounded.
Meera gets herself up onto the roof and doubletimes it towards the disturbance...
Finally on solid ground, Meera peers up into the nearby carriage and sees the people inside milling about. Glancing up to the top of the carriage, she decides to stay on the ground for now and begins to double-time it down towards where the creature was attacking the train.
Down on the ground, Meera finds herself thigh deep in the morass. Cursing softly, she begins to make her way back to the dry ground of the train tracks...
Meera overhears Bree's suggestion to Issac, "She speaks true, a tense arm and hand mars the aim." she says, turing to Bree, extending a hand, "Sabine deVentigny, adventurer." --Later -- Peering out into the dense fog, Meera is jolted as the train brakes suddenly...
... so suddenly, she finds herself on the otherside of the railing, sliding down the side of the lounge car. "Wha....Ahhhh... Dammit! "
Meera joins the others up on the roof of the lounge car, waving away any offer of a rifle and taking up shots with her own pistols. She exhibits quite a lot of braggadocio, as befits one Sabine deMontigny, calling out small wagers with the other shooters, cheering good-naturedly with those that best her.
Meera thinks back to the previous evening's event, "As I was watching our Dwarf Tantalovich, I saw the following 'principles' depart the tavern, " she says, tallying each on a long , slender , finger, "The Ork family, Cardiff Hedgehill of Risur, Bree, Eleanor and her ward...."
Meera peers at the list of items on the pages, "Hmmm, 'Bree direct supervisor'...sounds like the Bree was in charge. Could they be part of an organization such as ours, the language here suggests so. He discusses a principle that he was monitoring and protecting...this older tiefling. Then he was to get another principle...tomorrow. "
Meera follows the other into the room , then stands looking about. She strides over to the vanity and checks the draws and cubbies for anything of interest...
Then spying the hanging suit, checks it's pockets...
"That note is quite vague on specifics, sounds like he was to observe and nothing else...a look into his room is a sound investigative task, I will assist you. " Meera says handing the note back to Falko. , "This business with the lamp, disturbing. These folks seem to like burdening themselves with powers from beyond...a dangerous hobby to be sure. Come let's see what secrets Boone's room reveals..."
"Fascinating, I could tell it was no magical effect. Requires murder...We should destroy it, else it fall into some other's hands."
Seeing no activity from the dwarf's room, Meera returns to the inn and checks with the guard she'd asked to watch her quarry's door. Getting a report of nothing seen, she shrugs and returns to the group's room. She looks up as the other return and relate their exeriences, "It would seem that your night's were a bit more interesting than mine. The dwarf gambled and drank, then returned here , drank some more , then retired." She looks with interest at the strange pistol,"If I may?" then bends over it , examining it minutely with out touching it directly.
Watching from the shadows, Meera isn't particularly suprised when the nearby lanterns' flames turn to water, plunging the city into darkness. She's used to weird magical happenings in this city , surrounded as it was by the Malice Lands. Shifting subltly, she takes a quick look around then resumes her vigil on the Dwarf's balcony...
GM: Meera watches the dwarf finish off his night at the hotel bar, and follows him, seeing him enter his room. Frowning, she motions one of the guards she knew over and asked him to watch the door and send a runner if the dwarf leaves. She then tell him where the runner should go to find her. Walking briskly, she takes up station in a recessed doorway, opposite the hotel where she had a clear vantage of the balcony that served the dwarf's room.
hmm, maybe I'll dust off my e-Tools program and see what i come up with.
Meera watches the gambling dwarf from the nearby bar, cheerfully fending off the bumbling advances of and endless stream of eager suitors. She catches the dwarf's move towards the exit, and breaths a silent sigh of relief at not having to endure the current idiot's inane , drunken chatter anymore. She moves to follow....
Meera watched the dwarf play the game of chance with the guard, then followed at a discrete distance as he made his way to the Cup. She watches as he enters, taking a moment a moment to fully embrace her alter ego: Sabine. There's bound to be someone inside that knows her. With a quick deep breath, she enters the inn's noise common room, her eyes seeking her mark...
"So the dwarf, Tantalovich ? No matter, either is fine." Meera/Sabine says, once again visible. "I have his description from your sendings, I shall return with my findings." she says, slinging her harness over her shoulders, then draping a cloak about her slender frame. Meera immediately takes her information to a friend in the local guards, to assist in determining where the dwarf goes.
She is careful on the trail, keeping an eye out...
Using the city and it's people, she tries to keep out of the quarry's eyesight, so he's none the wiser he's being followed.
Meera nods at Falko, "That is a reasonable suggestion, Gauthier." she says, looking sidelong at Agnus. She then listens as the others discuss the relative merits of which prey to trail. "I'm a fair to middling sneak, and can concoct a mixture or two can help in that arena..." Meera offers, grabbing a harness from the back of a nearby chair. Plucking a few tiny vials of different colored liquid from the harness, she mixes some of them together, then sprinkles in a tiny pink of a pale blue powder. Finally satisifed, she returns all but one vial to the harness and drinks the remaining drops of liquid down. Immediately, she disappears from view, "As you can see, useful..." her voice says.
"All right Sabine. Now we need to figure out why you'd attach ourselves to our group and why Claude Waithe had to leave... What kind of archaeological expertise can you fake?" asks Falko, not liking one bit having to come up with tall tales. Meera stands stall, her gaze never faltering from Falko's, "Fake? None at all. Sabine deVentigny has been a constant on the Avery Coast for these past 2 years. Sometimes merely as a travelling companion to lonely old men, but more often as a consultant/freelancer on , as you say, archaeological expeditions. " That and also would you mind tell us your skill set so that we can have an idea of what to expect from you" Meera turn to regard Angus at his very direct question, "Well, I would thinK CI Deflt's confidence would be enough, " she sniffs, but with a slight shrug continues, "I have considerable knowledge in many subjects, some consider me a polymath, my recall is so acute." she says, without a trace of conceit, "I dabble in alchemy, am a fair shot and can fence adequately enough to have kept this head on my shoulders. Oh, and I can tell I lie from 40 paces." she finishes with a little smile.
Meera looks at the tiefling closely for a moment, then merely says, "Indeed." Turning back to Falko, she nods, "I am a known quantity here in Orithea and along the coast. With your companion leaving for...family matters? It precludes prying, being so ordinary an excuse. Our affiliation would be more practical. Replacement of your departed friend and addition of my knowledge and experience along the Coast. It is you who would approach me to join, having learned of my availability and bona fides " she suggests, crossing her arms and leaning against a nearby column.
And finally turning to the half-giant, again with a formal bow, "And to you as well Issac." she says. Then with a turn she looks at Cretien, "Your caution is noteworthy, but fear not. This room is safe for our discussions, the RHC has seen to that."
Meera nods to Falko at his recognition of the validity of her presense, "Cover? I have used the identity of one Sabine deVentigny, a Risurian of Dranoran descent. She is an adventurer, with a primary interest in exploration and discovery. She has served me well in my time in Dranor and Orithea. " she says, looking at each in turn, "And you all are Cretien Dufresen aka Cephas Mulheer, Falko Escheus aka Gauthier de Nevereth and Angus McCormick aka Stephan de Wir...it is my distinct pleasure and honor to meet you all." she finishes, incining her torso in a slight bow to each.
"Indeed....I do." the woman says in a clipped, upper-class Risurina accent. Detaching from the wall against which she'd been leaning, supposedly looking out the window, awaiting the groups arrival. Unpertubed by Falko's implied threat, the woman steps into the light, revealing a tall, spare frame. A fine leather doublet encases her thin torso, allowing a peek here and there of a fine chain shirt beneath. Two finely wrought pistols ride each hip, and a servicable sword, pommel well used, pokes up above her left shoulder. Dark-dyed leathers cover her long legs, ending in finely polished boots. Crossing her arms over her small bosom, the woman eyes the group, her gaze penetrating, as if she misses nothing. Her gaze settles on each, seeminging checking off an internal checklist. Her gaze returns to Falko, "To be exact, I am here under orders. Constable Meera Chedwik, of his Majesty's Royal Constabulary." she says, formally, pulling out an offical looking paper. This she offers to Jonathan, "You are relieved, Sir. Posted back to Flint, I think." After the sorceror has said his goodbyes and left, Meera says, "CI Delft felt my invesigative skills might be of use on your...our mission." she offers as way of explanation. "I've been briefed on the happenings in Flint...extraordinary events. Perhaps you could bring me up to snuff on your progress aboard the train." she says, getting down to business.
hi guys, sorry for the delay. Rolling hp
Need to fix the profile layout , it's just the dump from Hero Lab.
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