Myradil grins a bit, an idea having entered his head "What was it... mint that's illegal? I can barely keep track of all these proclamations..."
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Myradil, having enjoyed being out of immediate danger for a few days is surprised to see Femi getting so antsy. Nevertheless he responds with an idea "Something to help make us more popular around town. Who knows when they day will come when our only chance for escape is some little old lady putting out her laundry. I'd much rather she have a favorable impression of us." Myradil's idea is unfortunately nonspecific.
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Myradil muses outloud "All this running around has made we realize we need a few more holes spread around town in case things go sideways. Either Octavio's lead or the urchins may have valuable leads..."
Myradil nods.
Myradil nods to Femi's plan and looks to Marquel "Well, introduce yourself, just like we practiced." Hoping that the other Raverns will be impressed by his Work Myradil nervously waits for Marquel's voice and the other Raven's responses.
Myradil spends the morning going over some speaking mannerisms with our guest that'll help make him seem less royal in case we get questioned while out. Anxiously awaiting Femi's return from the reconnoiter.
Myradil responds "Hopefully tomorrow, we'll see how much of an alarm your disappearance is and might have to rest a few days, but the fewer the better."
Thanks for the note, I've got a pretty packed Saturday and may not manage a post until quite late.
Myradil takes a moment to visualize the map in his head. "We've got quite a trek, we've got to go west to get out of The Greens, then south across the bridge, across town, out the gate by the docks. Basically we couldn't be further from where we want to go and still be in town. The only safe place we have on this side of town is a certain coffee housue associated with wasps. We might be better going to hole up there for the night rather than trying to traverse the whole town at night."
Myradil also makes the climb out of the tower and keeps watch while Marquel is helped up and over the wall.
Myradil puts his hand on Femi's shoulder before he climbs down "Wait a moment and listen..." Myradil takes a moment to listen, to make sure they aren't going to climb right down into the cerberus
Myradil hurries up and helps hoist the rope up and closes the window once everybody is in.
Myradil hurridly notes "Brask, get Kalem a leg up, lets see if we can get this done."
Myradil whispers "Something growling this way comes, without much cover we may just need to fight it."
Myradil will head up and over the wall as well.
Myradil will also purchase and deodorize himself.
I'll be away at a convention all weekend. I should be able to check and get a post in every night but not much more.
Myradil nods regarding the over the wall plan.
Myradil nods to Elias, happy to have safely gathered info.
Myradil will wait until night to scout out the location.
Myradil nods in agreement with Eliastraza.
Myradil nods "Lets give it at least a day. We need to... I think they say "case the joint" and gather some info."
Myradil ponders for a moment, not recognizing the names involved before turning to Femi "This is the sort of deal that seems like it would be of mutual benefit, no? A message that should be relatively easy for us to deliver that sounds like it may also serve our interests..."
Sorry for the delay, less internet than planned. Actions look good.
Myradil looks a bit better after getting some sleep but not perfect. "If we're lucky nobody's missing them yet and we can get them out before anybody comes looking for them."
Myradil nods, not sure his nerves have calmed down enough to sleep but knowing that he needs it.
If it looks like we're going to have to pass near a patrol Myradil will shush the group and show them how to walk in step.
Myradil feels light headed for a moment before he finally remembers to breathe, glad to be leaving this place.
Myradil pushes his weight against the door, desperately trying to catch his breath as Elias heals people.
Myradil forrows his brow and focuses as he focuses and scans the Kyton for any weaknesses before shouting to Eli and Brask, "Elias, step south, then Brask, lets finish this!"
Myradil considers the benefits of punching the Kyton with his spiked gauntlet and instead decides to click his boots and try and tumble somewhere more useful.
Myradil chooses deeper into the room, to giveEli more room to channel and perhaps grab the prisoner if things get desperate. In the mean time he tries another stab against the Kyton.
Myradil steps forward and takes a moment to study the Kyton before stabbing as hard as he can.
"Raaa!" Myradil tries to cover his fear with noise.
Myradil will resist the majority of Eli's channel as he draws his spear, brandishing it at the Kyton and shouts, "She's still got squishy bits!"
Precise Strike: Whenever you and an ally who also has this feat are flanking the same the creature, you deal an additional 1d6 points of precision damage with each successful melee attack. This bonus damage stacks with other sources of precision damage, such as sneak attack. This bonus damage is not multiplied on a critical hit.
Myradil remains silent for now, attempting to keep his cool and his lunch down as more sweat beads up on his forehead.
Myradil nods nervously.
Myradil's heart skips a beat as Femi gets slammed into the wall but he holds his cool and is relieved to see their cover not being blown.
Myradil raises an eyebrow at Eliastraza's accusation of a setup but continues to hold his cool, doing his best not to sweat bullets.
Myradil mixes in a series of truths and half truths to help give weight to his story "Praise be to Asmodeus, creator of meaning, lords of laws. I am so thankful to no longer work for the bumbling government that let so much chaos run freely here... This job pays well enough but to be honest I'd really like a chance to serve in inquisitor Barzillai Thrune's contingent, and bring real order to this city. I don't suppose you have any openings for when my contract with these... fellows is done?" Myradil tries to lower his voice a bit towards the end to not be quite as obvious in his insulting of his companions.
Myradil looks to Eliastraza, deferring to his 'superior' to explain their purpose.
Myradil nods "Thrune has many agents, whoever we are we should know in advance though."
Myradil notes "She's good, at least as good as I am, and she's got a real notary seal, or at least a more convincing forgery than I was able to put together."
Guilty as well. I try and get a post in each day even if it's just a holding post to show that I'm still here and paying attention, I've been failing a bunch recently though.
Myradil shows Brask both sets of documents "Now, put the coffee down first, and come take a look, this could be useful if you've got a pair of Dotarri and are trying to decide which to punch in the face first... See the extra marks on the right side of the emblem here? That represents..."
Myradil will set his ego aside and examine the 2 sets of documents.
Myradil nods "Take care out there, things haven't been as rough as I imagined and the easiness is giving me a bad feeling."
Myradil gets to work on the transfer papers with Femi's assistance. "Femi, when we get the names, help me make sure we get them exactly right. I've known a few jailers that hated to give up prisoners and would refuse to give up their prisoners if even a single dot was out of place. I'd hate to lose somebody due to a misplaced umlaut."
Myradil nods "Sorry about that, I got a bit lost in thought. I think I can be of great help here though. Remember, I used to work as a clerk in the mayor's office before everything went to hell. I'm familiar with a lot of Chelish paperwork. The most often detail even skilled forgers would miss sometimes is the appropriate layering of seals. It's not just left to right, it's lower ranking to higher ranking, meaning sometimes you have to know obscure titles, or at least be able to look them up." Myradil continues "You're right though, we'll still need a sample of the current forms, I'm sure showing up with a transfer request where the middle copy is on goldenrod, when they've switched to daisy is a sure recipe for section 7 subdash B style disaster." Myradil grows increasingly excited, getting to geek out a bit on his field of expertise instead of reluctantly stabbing people.
Speaking of such things, my apologies for the briefness of my posts as of late. I was sick and now my wife is sick and I'm doing a lot more baby care than normal, along with extra shifts at work due to co-workers on vacation. I'm still here every day, just not able to get as much detail as I might like.
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