[IC] Stealthy Missions: Prologue

[Wilphe]

Jeffrey was bored, preparing for day of "hurry up and wait". He was glad to see that Taeghen had finally made contact again, this was beginning to get on his nerves.

What everyone sees:
A functionally dressed halfing male, two kukris at his hips and quiver on his back. A half-full scroll organizer can barely be seen poking out from under his clothes and a potion bandoleer is strapped around his waste. He has, or at least hopes he has, an air of understated professionalism.

"We good to go?"

 

[Thels]

A pretty dull looking guy is sitting in the corner of the room, his eyes seemingly shut. It's a human male of average height and weight, pale skin, brown eyes and not so long brown hair. He's dressed in thick animal hides, with small pouches attached to his clothes at several places. Except for the vestment he weaps on top, most clothes and the backpack on the ground next to him seem to have been mended on lots of occasions by someone who doesn't seem to be skillfull with knit and needles. A curved sword hangs at his side and a periapt hangs around his neck. The way his hair and beard looks, as well as the smell coming from his corner make you doubt he saw a lot of water during the last month or so.

He doesn't seem to be noticing anything.

 

[Inez Hull]

Taeghen's other companion is a weathered looking man of early middle age. He is dressed in functional woodsmen's garb but the hilts of beautiful rapiers emerge from the folds of his cloak. His peasant hat is set to at a jaunty angle, matching the wry grin on his face. His eyes however, are keen and cold and seem to take in every detail of his new partners as he looks them over.

"So then, you'll be our partners in crime? Ah, well at least it's not more poppinjays ta th' rescue."

Orland turns to Taeghen with a grin, "So where are we then? I'm hopin' there's nary a boat involved in gettin' to our mark's roost."

 

[Xael]

Taeghen chuckles dryly at Orland's comment. "We're in a cellar in the city under a house belonging to one of our friends. We use this as a hideout and a teleportation destination.", he says while his form shifts again to that of an old man in rags. "Let's go.", he continues and opens a door which seems to lead in a narrow staircase going up and ending to an another door. The second door leads you to a would-be-dark-if-it-wouldn't-be-midday alley.

"You can find the manor in that direction", Taeghen says while whisking his hand towards a row after row of buildings. "Just go that way until you have to cross the first canals. Then just start looking for the noble area and the mansion itself. I'll hang around somewhere near here if you need me, but I've got business to do too."

OOC: Sorry about the delay.

 

[Someone]

"We´ll start immediately" says Rowenstin in his usual whisper. "I have some tricks that can tell us a lot about the house and who´s in it. However, I doubt we conclude it in a day. Where can we find a secure place, preferably where plans can be discussed without falling in the wrong ears?"

"That" continues "assuming we can´t come back where we just left, of course."

 

[Wilphe]

Jeffrey follows upstairs, ""Aye, better find somewhere where we can plan without hassle. Know any inns where the locals mind their own business?"

 

[Inez Hull]

Orland scans his new workmates and asks, "dont s'pose any of you are locals by any chance? I was hopin' to do a bit o' diggin' before we pay our friend's house a visit. If we can find out the taverns that his servants frequent, I've a mind ta do a bit o' gossipin'. And Peacock here", he gestures to James, "was thinkin' of droppin' in on a party thrown by one of our pidgeon's mates."

 

[Someone]

"Anyway" whispers Rowenstin. "Let´s get a general layout of the house. If one of you could come with me..."

Rowenstin planst to get close to the house, looking for a quiet and lonely place, and cast Arcane eye Then make the magical sensor enter the house and find out the disposition of rooms, and hopefully something interesting about it.

 

[Thels]

When Taeghen mentions to leave the room, Byorn opens his eyes, grabs his stuff together and follows the rest of the group at a short distance. Outside he lends against a wall, listening to what's been said, but not saying a word so far.

 

[Xael]

"Either back down there...", Taeghen says while pointing to the cellar. "...or in about any tavern/inn at the "not so filthy rich" area. Which is about anywhere else but near the nobles. There's lot of shady talk - smuggling and such things - done in the city."