Portia loads her slings and fires a sling bullet at the strange creature flailing about on the greased ground.
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Portia, runs through the door to the shop, and looks as everyone rushes in. She sees Unbolath, What in the world is happening? I just heard a scream.
Portia leaves the shop with Unbolath. She is absorbed in her own mind, wondering what in the world Unbolath would have need for all the various things he purchased. Give her a treetop forest and she would be quite content. She hears the scream, but somehow doesn't put everything together as she stands there trying to process everything.
Portia has a somewhat restless night sleep, as she is much more accustomed to the wilderness, rather then the confines of a four walled room. While she may prefer the outdoors, she is not a complete idiot to sleep outside in a strange land she has just come to, knowing nothing of what wildlife roams these lands she is in. The next day, she wakes and readies herself, and calls Issabelle to her side from the rooftop she was perched upon. She heads to the market and looks over the various stalls and shops. She plays with a few baubles here and there, admiring their craftsmanship and works. In the end, she buys nothing though, saving her precious coin for more pressing matters. She goes to the general store with Unbolath, inspecting the various wares, and trying to see what she or the others would need the most. She then inspects her own wares, making sure what she has will be sufficient enough for the journey ahead of her. She wants to pick up a handaxe, as it could always come in handy to chop some firewood if they are out for extended period of time, but otherwise she feel prepared enough to proceed when the others are.
Portia tries to stay awake, but quickly passes out from sheer exhaustion from all the recent events. She wakes, slightly more rested than before, but still worried about what she has gotten herself into. She takes a giant breathe, and sends Issabelle into the open air above. Issabelle makes a few squawks of happiness. It is short-lived, as Portia calls her friend back to her, mostly out of worry since she cannot keep an eye on her properly in the dark. She wishes the Agents the best of luck as they go, as she listens to the plan form between Unbolath and Ritmush. Ritmush, things may never be strait forward or direct. I wish they were, but it is usually never the case. Be patient, and we will find Karl Drespor, because I demand answers as well. When she sees the light, she perks up. She lets a smile creep on her face, as the light means a warm bed, and hopefully a possible lead in finding the bastard that has put herself in such danger, let alone anyone else near Fort Horizon. She sees people coming up, and whistles to Issabelle to stay near, but hover around her. She listens as other introduce themselves, and look over the group. Issabelle sticks close to Portia.
Portia smiles a large smile and clicks her tongue twice. Isabelle flies up to Jeannine and perches on her shoulder. Portia than heads over and uncharacteristically gives Jeannine a big hug. I though you were done for? How..? Her thought ends as she realizes that time is at a premium. We can talk later Portia and Issabelle quietly move towards the stable.
I can use my sling and sword for extra fire power or a retreat if needed.
Portia, will grab her sling and ready it should things get hostile. She looks at the lizard, floored and how massive the creature is. Wow, and I thought Unbolath was a giant of a man. Portia, with then nuzzle Issabelle, as she is quite nervous being underground so much. With a quick click of the tongue, Issabelle takes flight in he cramped quarters and hovers around Portia's head. So, I can lay down cover fire if that will help us escape this craphole?
I am game for shutting down and rehashing a different game. First of all, get better Terq :) But yeah, I am game for starting a new game, just give me a link when you get to that stage of it or let me know you have started it.
Portia looks on as Unbolath hides the bodies. Pity we had to resort to violence, but better them than us I suppose Now I just hope we can finish this without too much issue going forward
Portia slings a billet at the closest guard.
Portia does her best to be quiet.
Cool beans...lets just hope our plans actually goes that way lol
Sling still in hand, bullet loaded, with a slightly perturbed bird on her shoulder, Portia takes a few moments to let everything sink in. Whoever this creature is, it has a thick accent. Fair enough, make no trouble, get in and get out. Nothing is that easy, but cannot hurt to try, right fellas
I am still here, just unsure how to respond to such a creature with "limited" intelligence as the creature presented to her is all. I had to re-read you last post a couple time to get it lol. Great job roleplaying Terq.
On vacation so please bot as needed.
Portia, will grab and load her sling.
Hey, what's wrong Iss? Why you so on edge? she says in a hushed voice. Then she has a thought cross her mind, she grabs Unbolath and in a hushed voice, Stop. Issabelle is freaking out, possibly a predatorial animal is in there? She is calm now, but she is very alert to things that may find myself it get tasty. She grabs her sling and loads it.
Portia will smile at the beautiful sky as the sun fades and twilight a appears. She is shocked as she sees the cloaked figure appear, How did they get in or out I wonder. Portia will pay the head of Isabelle, making a few clicks in her ear to tell her to "stay close" She then heads off with Unbolath and Ritmush to track down the mysterious figure.
I have never been one for magic, sorry
Portia walks on, looking for any potential threats, and is relieved when nothing appears. When she sees the forest, she looks through the dense woods and let's out a sigh. Well, this could be a problem, for I cannot get a good idea where the destination in question is. Perhaps I can have my Issabelle help us? What do you say girl, help out mom again? With a quick whistle, Isabelle goes circling overhead, and catches a glimpse of the prison. After traveling some distance, Portia calls for her to come back. After some beak clicking and Boise, Portia turns to the group, Issabelle seems to be telling me the prison is this way. I say we go that way. Portia sends Issabelle overhead again and starts traveling in the direction she sense the prison to be according to her interpretation Issabelle gave her. After traveling for some time again, she again checks in.
Portia whistles, Isabelle goes up and circles overhead. Ready as we will ever be
I have a feeling there is something vile going on at the prison, wherever it is located.
Portia, makes a couple "clicks", and Issabelle soars high into the air. Her wings spread out and a smile from ear to ear pops on Portia's face. I know baby girl, it feels much better to be out in the open wild. What do you think Unbolath? The city feels so cramped and tight, I feel like I can't breathe sometimes. Issabelle sure seems happier now, Portia says the last part with a chuckle. Portia, then starts to assist Unbolath in trying to pick up the good prints of the bovines. She sees a pair and then sees another. Hey, it looks like the cows are well fed, it seems finding them should be too eerily difficult.
I figured Portia could "hopefully" track the cows fairly quickly presuming the cows are outside. If they are somehow in town. Unbolathe and I could go cow hunting for a few hours. Ritmush and whomever else could go wizard hunting. Meet back at the inn or WEAC office to recap then head into the prison mode for answers to the overarching plot?
Portia will ponder the opportunities before her. She thinks some time in the countryside sounds like a welcome change. Unbolath, can I go with you. I may have only been in town for a day, but I need some fresh air. Besides, Issabelle would like it and maybe I can track the bovine down faster for us. If you would allow me to join you that is?
Portia will bunk down in the office. Her feathery friend will sleep perched atop the desk near Portia. Portia's night of sleep is restless. She wakes up a few times, her mind subconsciously wanders; topic include Drespor, the strange creature from the gorge, and the sorry people forced to ambush them on the road. The next day she will listen to Brenda's offer, and the contract offered. She immediately thinks back to Valind. He was much better at this sort of thing than her. One question spends to mind, Brenda, what if you are a attacked on your way to the Port? Are you certain a group of minuets are enough to fend off whatever threat may come?
Maybe I will see you around later rat face ;)
The woman's name was Jeannine. She seemed hellbent on finding a missing colleague. Perhaps the gorge has nothing to do with the relics, but I find it odd that Drespor would go to sch a place unless there was something worthwhile there. He seemed afraid to be there. Maybe he knew something about the gorge and the contents within the place. Unless there is a secret prison inside the gorge, but I doubt that is the case. Money is good and all, but it can't be everything could it? I say we check out the prison, maybe we will find more clues there.
"Hellofa thing to forget, girl." Thikka says, looking thoughtful. "Who's this Drespor person? And what did this person you met with look like, and what does the prison have to do with it? Obviously the prison is connected, given we were attacked by prisoners in reptillian garb."
I have no idea how the prison is connected, maybe the man "behind" Drespor is taking up the head of operations there, the only way to know for sure is to go there, right? i was originally hired by a lady from an academy to go to the gorge to find special relics. Maybe she is the "man behind the curtain"? All I know is that someone has to be pulling Dredpor I would think. He didn't seem the man to be at the top.
"If we knew that, we'd not be standing here guarding them, since you'd have dealt with him earlier, yes? Kind of the point of a mystery, girl. That you don't know who the villain is until the third act at least." She snorts. "He was gettin somethin for them, nobody does stuff this dangerous without gettin somethin out of it." I agree, someone else is pulling the strings. The fact we have taken out Henderson is going to be a good thing in getting these type of things out of the others' hands. However, we have now put ourselves in the spotlight. I hope everyone enjoys being in the show. After sitting and thinking for awhile she remembers something very important that Henderson had said earlier while confiding in her...DRESPOR. Guys, I just remembered something. Henderson had told me that Drespor was behind all this. I must have forgotten. I had a dealing with Drespor earlier, with Unbolath. We were hired to go to a gorge, out in the middle of nowhere. We had to find a colleague of his. Perhaps this colleague is the main guy, maybe not. He also said they were trying to "recover" lost artifacts. That could be his source of strange technology?
After a moment, to let Minerva recover herself, Portia responds to Brenda,
Portia, gets up and opens the door to allow Brenda and Thikka inside the office. She is surprised to not see Unbolath with them. So, where did Unbolath go? Is he okay?
Well, I came from across the water. So in terms of sights and places near Fort Horizon, nothing really strikes me as special. There was a gorge I traveled through, a while back. The cuts and rock formations were beautiful, especially in the waning hours of daylight. The sun danced on them. Back home, I could take you to a half-dozen or so places; from forest, rock formations, to a waterfall if the season was right. If someone enters, Portia will do her best to "aid" in blocking line of sight to Minerva so she can again hide her true self.
Portia's eyes go wide as she sees Minerva and her true self. That must have been difficult..for you to do Minerva. To trust me enough to show me who you really are. I understand full well that there are many people in the world who view woman as lowly people, who should only be in the kitchen and wait on their man hand-and-foot. I am not physically strong, at least I don;t view myself as such, but thank you for your opinion. I will keep trying to keep up with the boys Portia, will let Issabelle go roam outside for a few minutes, to stretch her wings and fly. So, Minerva, I will keep your secret, for it is your body and your choice of whom to share it with, she says with a smile, as she extends her hand to shake Minerva's.
Me beautiful, that a first, she replies with a bit of a laugh.I am average, nothing special. The only thing beautiful about me is my connection to the beautiful woods around me...and Issabelle there. But thank you for the compliment. Issabelle perches herself on Minerva's shoulder. She stays for a few moments, then takes flight and circles the small room a few times. Clearly unhappy she is stuck indoors. After circling, Issabelle lands in Portia's shoulder, perches there, and squawks once. Sorry, she isn't a fan of being in confined spaces
Me, sewing...ha, that's funny. No, my mom tried to teach me to be a "lady", and sew; cook; clean. I never felt it was my place to be a housewife, I always felt more home in the woods nearby. I met a man, whom taught me much when I finally decided to devote myself and my training to the woods and creatures that call it home as well. I don't feel comfortable in the city. Even being in this office makes me feel weird. So enough about me, tell me a little about yourself, Minerva right? Issabelle flies over to Minerva and perches herself on the desk she is at, head cocked to the side as if she is almost studying the woman. She lets out a very low caw, but nothing to denote danger, but a sort of hello if it were.
Portia listens to the proposed plan of Brenda. She looks around, and when her eyes land on Unbolath, her eyes widen, as with a plan. Well, if you want a guard, I would suggest Unbolath. He is big and can in my view be the best to handle Henderson should he try to get out of line. Others can feel free to voice their opinions, and if Unbolath has any issue with me offering his muscle, I am sorry my friend. It just that, if you hadn't been here, I may not have been able to subdue him all on my own She lets her words, get processed, then looks at Brenda, I would be wiling to help you secure the goods. I may not be the strongest, but I will help where I can
I am new here as well Thikka, I am unsure who to trust outside of our little gathering. I would like to think the sheriff is on our side, but your guess is as good as mine. I agree with Unbolath, only one way to find out. Portia whistles to Issabelle, she comes down and perches herself on her shoulder.
Possibly for us...or others. I don't want to think about such things. Portia turns to Ms. Carvol and slowly approaches her. Miss, are you okay?
Unbolath, try not to sever the man's shoulder next time. Not saying he didn't deserve it, but it will be easier to bandage. Portia will rip some clothes from the man and tie of the wound to stop the bleeding.
Sounds good to me. He was a tough little s%*~ to subdue. Thank you friend she hold Mr Henderson to assist Unbolath in tying, gagging and blindfolding the man.
Just give up already! Portia, barely manages to keep her grip on the wriggling and squirming man. She readjusts herself, and tries to stop him further by pinning him to the ground. She grips the man by his arms, forcing them downwards. She than flips the man over onto his belly, making him eat the dirt. Like we said, surrendering is your only option unless you want to feel more pain!
Portia, in her fluster she looks down, and see that Henderson is on the ground. She cannot tell if he is really down and out, or simply faking it.
Unbolath, help me subdue Henderson, perhaps the others under his command will surrender without any more violence. Portia, will move up, and try to grapple Henderson to be able to tie him up.
Portia, waits for a few moments , she then bends over and fixes her boot, grabbing her bird whistle and boot dagger as she does so.
She than holds her whistle to her mouth, and blows it in three quick successions, telling her feathery friend to dive and and distract Henderson. She hopes he will be distracted long enough to get the drop on him.
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seeing Hr Henderson flailing about, Portia turn to Unbolath and says, Help me subdue
So, Brenda is it Portia says with a smile, How long have you been in town? Any way I can help?
Portia, gives Henderson a nod, then allows the auditor lady and Unbolath to follow suit. She gives Unbolath a nod. She gives a quick whistle, and Issabelle starts to circle overhead her. I hope the others get the message of my feathery friend?!
Portia looks at Mr. Henderson, then a smirk creeps on her face. She looks at him and in an equally hushed voice, I cannot do it out in the open, I am NOT stupid. I need her and him into a secluded area. Let's go inside the gate; she's not gonna make it out alive anyways. I am not a stupid mercenary, how do you think I made it so far in life? To be perfectly clear, I am not suggesting she goes inside the warehouse, just inside the gated area. This way she cannot escape as well Portia looks to Henderson, to see if she can read him. To know whether or not he believes her or if a trap is being laid. Portia lets her words sink in the dwarf's skull. She than takes a few steps forward, and waves at the auditor lady and Unbolath.
Portia's eyebrow raised as she is told the plan, she thinks for a moment, i need to stall him. I need to get him to take his time, to get him caught. Even if I go down with him, but he can't hide all the evidence before this auditor lady sees it Look, I am going with you. I need to see the job to the end and ensure the cargo is safe. I will not take no for an answer, lest you want our employer to hear about your lax security and shoddy merchandise practices?
Portia escorts the cows to the back warehouse, and is startled when Mr. Henderson starts to yell at her. She listens intently, and when he starts to confess or indulge her in whatever nefarious schemes are already in motion, she does her best to stay stone-faced and let him think she is, who she wants her to be. She wants to get as much information out of the man as possible, to hopefully let him "hang" himself on his own words.
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