Heroes, Inc., Day 2: Goldenight

[Ranger Rick]

Kaarlo's eyes dart from the lords to his comrades as if he is watching a tennis match.

 

[Falkus]

Dyria waited behind her comrades, not saying anything at the moment, as she controlled her nausea. She hated teleportation, but speaking up about it would not be opportune right now.

 

[Keia]

Crimson (Female 'Human' Psion) AC:24 HPs: 66 PPs: 181

"We have told you all we know. We have at least three options on how to track these people down, one through Aleena, two through Lord Perigeron's own body and three through the throwing stakes Manyblades carved."

"Those stakes . . . at least the ones I examined . . . turned to dust once I removed it from its target," Crimson offered. "Oh wait, you were talking about the stakes fired from the thing, not the things that Manyblades threw. Nevermind. Sorry, my lords." She looked to the others for guidance, having already felt uncomfortable enough simply clarifying about the stakes.

 

[Ranger Rick]

Seeing Crimson's sudden discomfort, Kaarlo winks to let her know everything is OK.


OOC: I will be offline till Monday.

 

[frostrune]

"Those stakes . . . at least the ones I examined . . . turned to dust once I removed it from its target," Crimson offered. "Oh wait, you were talking about the stakes fired from the thing, not the things that Manyblades threw. Nevermind. Sorry, my lords." She looked to the others for guidance, having already felt uncomfortable enough simply clarifying about the stakes.

Taking his queue from 'the rest are dismissed' and wishing to cover Crimson's awkward moment, Sir Timrin steps in.

"Noble Lords/ Ladies, thank you for your continued faith in our service and for the generous retainer. I believe we have exhausted our questions <he looks around for confirmation> and hope we have answered yours in turn. Since it appears we have a long journey ahead of us on the morrow and little time to prepare, we shall take our leave at your leisure <assuming they have to teleport us back out of this chamber>."

 

[Hawkeye]

OOC: Have we decided what a month of our services is worth?

Torqumada

 

[kirinke]

"Perhaps this Al-Hulath is in the city as we speak. Has anyone thought to ask the gods if he is nearby? I have a feeling this might be the case, especially if he is organizing this whole nasty mess." Alethia asks.

 

[DM_Matt]

Taking his queue from 'the rest are dismissed' and wishing to cover Crimson's awkward moment, Sir Timrin steps in.

"Noble Lords/ Ladies, thank you for your continued faith in our service and for the generous retainer. I believe we have exhausted our questions <he looks around for confirmation> and hope we have answered yours in turn. Since it appears we have a long journey ahead of us on the morrow and little time to prepare, we shall take our leave at your leisure <assuming they have to teleport us back out of this chamber>."

They teleport you back to your base. What do you do for the rest of the day? Do you participate in the night's events or just pack?

 

[kirinke]

Alethia doesn't have much to pack or get ready. She will requesition some wands of cure light wounds, neutralize poison, remove paralysis and neutralize poison. And if possible a wand of flame strike. She will also purchase that silver knife I was talking about and fill it full of holy water as a last ditch weapon.

"Fin? Before we leave, can we at least see if this Al-Hulath is in the city. I'm thinking a commune spell. We can ask if he's in the city, nearby or in Mulhorand." she tells him seriously.

 

[Hawkeye]

OOC: I am guessing we need to finish treasure division and then can figure out from there what extra supplies to purchase. Once that is done Shando will pack and meditate. He has no plans in partaking in the night's events.

"One of these days we really need to ward our base, or at least the infirmary from teleportation. What if that Priest of Tyr had been a devil or demon instead? We also need to discuss possible strategy away from Zurin's ship and its crew.

Hawkeye