D1: Ashin's Commission (El Jefe judging)

[Erekose13]

Eternity agrees to the boot plan too.

 

[El Jefe]

OoC: Um, nice plan you guys have. Do you need to discuss it any more, or is anyone going to actually do something?

 

[Erekose13]

"With their boots already off, we can subdue them here as well and leave them bound, bootless, and unconscious. That should give us enough of a head start, right?" says Eternity, not really doing anything, more just checking for consensus.

 

[B4cchus]

"Uhmm, yeah, think so. Shall i hit em?"

 

[ajanders]

Oh for the love of mud, I just got through putting them in decent shape.

"Actually,I imagine we can just hang their shoes in a tall tree and go." Michael suggests.
"If people insist on trying to sneak into Duvik, we need to do it at night anyway -- so let's be about it. We might even get directions."

 

[B4cchus]

"But, wouldn't they be getting away too soon? maybe we just take the boots?"

 

[ajanders]

"Have you smelled those boots?" Michael replies, shocked. He waves his hands under his nose expressively.
"I think hanging them in a tree or sticker bush will do nicely. It's a lucky thing nobody here's a druid, or even that would be denounced as a cruelty against nature."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"We agree with Hulgyr and Eternity. It would be true folly to assume that we can succeed in our plan at such a rapid pace, even though perhaps we will. Besides, they need not reach the camp to betray us--they need only reach close enough to the nearest search party to be heard shouting for the others."

 

[ajanders]

"Let me see if I understand our general plan here.

We intend to beat our hapless prisoners unconscious, sneak into a town infested by a plague we know not how to cure or keep from getting infected by, look around, sneak back out through the quarantine, then ride halfway across the continent to a major population center.
If anyone gets in our way, we will fight them to death.

You'll probably want to have someone besides me talking then. It's not that I mind telling people we're the good guys, but I studied diplomacy, not bluffing.

Do we have any volunteers for that, or shall we just raise the red flag and leave a trail of corpses in our wake?"

Clerics of Sela disdain sarcasm that can be cut with a knife. Selan sarcasm spreads with a trowel: like mortar it is thick, caustic, gritty, and the binding agent for tremendous walls of disapproval.

Michael pauses for a moment as he plans the second course of the wall.

 

[B4cchus]

"Uhmm.. think so. Right? I dunno. I was just thinking we better not leave them there with thier boots" Hulgyr proposes as a reply to Michael's sarcastic laydown of the plan, which Hulgyr doesn't quite understand in the way Michael mean it to be.