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Trollick said: Syd thinks Trollick is right. No leader, whether Mob, Corp or Gang, goes without protection unless they're "working" on the side. Syd gets the Child ready. This could get ugly --- for them.

Raven Elk, stunned by the arrests, helps Vittero with bringing meals to Adi while also visiting his mother about medicines and Taylar's dad about having some of the swords turned into metal spearheads and steel-tipped javelins, a new weapon choice he'd like to have in his range arsenal.

Raven Elk doesn't flinch at Taylar's challenge: "Should we be so eager to endanger our townsfolk's lives? I think we should be concentrating on taking the battle to them, not bringing it home, intentionally." Raven Elk knows that these priest-raiders may attack The Outpost at any time, but...

Due to too many HPD, even in plain clothes he recognized two of the officers, Syd balked at trying out the Foster Child at the range. He knew he'd get arrested, well, probably. If not, the Child would be confiscated, dead or alive; and Syd had no reason to end up dead --- just yet. Now, waiting...

Raven Elk is just as angry as Taylar, but he shakes his head at his friend's display. If Maka is right about the danger Plascimon has placed on himself, and potentially all of the townsfolk of the Outpost, for 'Tero's dad's"assessment": Then surely there are prying, spying eyes in the Praetor's...

Raven Elk says but one word after the first part of Maka's diatribe: "Pogrom" "So far, they have only exterminated small villages. We know how news travels poorly and not very far, if at all sometimes. Though not impossible, Maka, your plan has many difficulties, and I don't know if we have...

Hawkeye said: Syd doesn't like this choice, but knows it will work --- and most effectively --- though it will cost; hopefully it won't be a lot. "Chums, I know a way we can hide those loose assets where no one but us, --- (this next 'sotto voce') --- and my mother --- (he then speaks aloud...

"By the Wind, the Wave, the Flower and the Flame." Raven curses, "We are too late." Raven Elk is filled with horror, sorrow --- and rage, --- at the sight before him.

4000 credits!!! And the "Foster Child"? Ho-ho-ho...Xmas is early this year. Syd wants to plan out a strategy with Trollick and Hawkeye...and Shatterframe, too; but he is eager to take his new acquisition, the Magnum "Foster" to a shooting range outside of town. And, since the range he likes...

Raven Elk is astounded by the relative effectiveness of the sonic attacks versus the comparable feebleness of the physical ones. He is also surprised by the ease with which the darker powers of Way, like draining essence, comes so easy. He now sees that his Doom is not the end of his life, but...

Tam gets back to checking for traps. Plodding, because of his thoroughness, through the rest of the hallway until he finally(?) reaches the end of it.

Tam grows suspicious and calls back to his friends: "Friend Sylvar, Dewydd, Respen...ah, this hallway seems excessively long. I see no end to it yet. Could someone cast a Detect Magic, or whatever spell it is you use, to find out if this is an illusion and I'm going over the same old ground."

Tam understands the value . As previously posted, he continues down the hall much more confident than before. (OOC: See the previous post for Tam's rolls. Thanks.)

Tam, nods his appreciation, too humbled and awestruck by the loan to blurt out a simple "Thanks." He does get back to the business at hand, though. For the next 20 ft...and beyond: Rolls: 26,25,31, 28, 17, 20, 24, 21, 25, 27, 14, 16.

OOC: See below.

Rolls: 99! (Woohoo!), 80, 37 (aw, sh!t), 69, 56, 84. Syd gives up on his automatic, sets it across his back and grabs his Wilkenson 3T in both hands, samurai style. As he charges at the nearest WW, he says: "Alright you drek-eating mofos, let's tango."

Tam recalls the mention of a lit coin for light, but was concentrating so diligently on the task at hand that he has to ask: "Who mentioned a lit coin? Friend Sylvar? No? Wait, it was Dwarven. Vale and Val?"

Tam proceeds down the next 20 ft... 27, 13, 31, 25, 31, 32, 29, 25

Tam's DC search rolls for 6 squares: 30, 15, 25 23, 14, 21.

Tam, as before, carefully examines all of the floors, walls and ceilings (up to 60 feet in) to make note of anything that could be a trigger. Since everything is so smooth, he looks for subtle cuts that would denote a pressure player, push trigger or opening to release valve or door/trapdoor...