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<blockquote data-quote="drunkadelic" data-source="post: 281101" data-attributes="member: 4020">7.29.02 - Deadline: Part Two As the illusions coalesce in the simulator, the agents find themselves in a dank warehouse with an hour and a half left on the clock. They begin to concoct a plan.DM Note: At this point, I think the PCs had become wise to my tricks. Offering cookies, trying to derail their thoughts, distracting them in any way possible. At the point where it came time to get down to business, they went outside and told me to stay put. Heh heh. After half an hour or so, the Agents are certain they have something solid. Matthew is the surveliance man, Smith is the confidence man, and Drem is the firepower. Matthew walks into the bar, and everything stops. The music stops, the talking stops, even the air seems to stop as three dozen dwarves, halflings, and gnomes turn to stare at the kobold in the doorway of their bar.Matthew takes a step back and closes the door.Smith walks over to him, trying to look nonchalant. &quot;What's the holdup, shorty?&quot; he asks.&quot;I'm a Kobold.&quot; Matt plainly states.&quot;And???&quot;&quot;They're not.&quot;Exasperated, Smith sighs and walks into the bar. After a few odd glances however, the patrons turn back to their own affairs. Smith glances around the bar looking for any sign of the statue, and he finds it right in the center of the common room. All 6 feet by 12 feet of pure Flesh to Stone succubus.&quot;Damn.&quot; Smith grumbles.At this time, Smith walks over to the bar and orders a drink. About the same time, Drem walks into the room and recieves a few glances from the high dwarf population in the room. Undaunted, he sits at a lone table in the corner. Meanwhile, Smith starts chatting up a barmaid, learning that Grayson is in the back room, washing glasses. Soon enough, Grayson comes to the bar and Smith takes the opportunity to talk business.&quot;Hail Friend!&quot; Smith chirps.&quot;Hail yourself, stranger.&quot; Grayson lifts a bushy brow quizzically.&quot;Nice place you got here.&quot;&quot;Yep.&quot;&quot;How much for the statue?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="drunkadelic, post: 281101, member: 4020"] [B]7.29.02 - Deadline: Part Two[/B] As the illusions coalesce in the simulator, the agents find themselves in a dank warehouse with an hour and a half left on the clock. They begin to concoct a plan. [I]DM Note: At this point, I think the PCs had become wise to my tricks. Offering cookies, trying to derail their thoughts, distracting them in any way possible. At the point where it came time to get down to business, they went outside and told me to stay put. Heh heh. [/I] After half an hour or so, the Agents are certain they have something solid. Matthew is the surveliance man, Smith is the confidence man, and Drem is the firepower. Matthew walks into the bar, and everything stops. The music stops, the talking stops, even the air seems to stop as three dozen dwarves, halflings, and gnomes turn to stare at the kobold in the doorway of their bar. Matthew takes a step back and closes the door. Smith walks over to him, trying to look nonchalant. "What's the holdup, shorty?" he asks. "I'm a Kobold." Matt plainly states. "And???" "They're not." Exasperated, Smith sighs and walks into the bar. After a few odd glances however, the patrons turn back to their own affairs. Smith glances around the bar looking for any sign of the statue, and he finds it right in the center of the common room. All 6 feet by 12 feet of pure [I]Flesh to Stone[/I] succubus. "Damn." Smith grumbles. At this time, Smith walks over to the bar and orders a drink. About the same time, Drem walks into the room and recieves a few glances from the high dwarf population in the room. Undaunted, he sits at a lone table in the corner. Meanwhile, Smith starts chatting up a barmaid, learning that Grayson is in the back room, washing glasses. Soon enough, Grayson comes to the bar and Smith takes the opportunity to talk business. "Hail Friend!" Smith chirps. "Hail yourself, stranger." Grayson lifts a bushy brow quizzically. "Nice place you got here." "Yep." "How much for the statue?" [/QUOTE]

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