Phaeton's Falcons

[Blind Azathoth]

Roland looks over at Livingston through the steam rising from his stew. "Though I do not disagree that death is a natural part of existence, brother, I remind you that our mortal patron preferred at least some live captives. I am sure that some will be sent to Kelemvor's domain this night, but we should work to prevent this from happening in all instances.

"And I think the beggar disguises a good idea. As for what part I will play, I leave that up to the group; though my specialty is in knitting wounds, I am decent enough with both mace and crossbow, and like my fellow priest, I could also pose as one of the beggars if so desired. I am not much of a tactician; I will abide by whatever decision you make." That said, he gives a slight bow of his head before returning to his stew.

 

[scranford]

Icklebad Moffet - Gnome Rogue

"From my experience I've discovered that killing people is often noiser than picking a lock, and I'll guarentee you've never heard me pick a lock, but I'll go along with whatever the group wants". Ickle rolls his eyes, thinking that he probably should have snuck into the building last night during his vigil, and really got an idea of what was going on. Adventurers are so loud and violent. "If we however insist on doing things the violent way, I'll be much more effective striking from hiding. I saw several good possibilities while out last night".

 

[PhoenixAsh]

Vyleya Argnon, Human Fighter 2

Vyleya's chin falls to stare at the cooling surface of her soup. She picks up her spoon and stirs at the surface of the stew slowly, prodding at the lumps of meat and vegetables bobbing in the thick broth. Her expression turns far away, almost forlorn, and it is in doubt whether she absorbs all that is said around her in these moments. Finally she takes a deep breath and looks up at Livingston, speaking softly yet somehow with the firm edge of iron.

"Do not worry for my conscience. It will not stay my hand tonight."

She eats her stew, focusing anew on the individuals at the table as they discuss the details of the plan, but keeping her peace on the matter for the time being.

 

[Lot]

"From my experience I've discovered that killing people is often noiser than picking a lock, and I'll guarentee you've never heard me pick a lock, but I'll go along with whatever the group wants".

Gurv grins.

"I'll guarantee you've never heard me kill someone. Actually, I'm just kidding. My work is usually not this...hands on. I imagine you have more infiltration experience than I, so your advice carries much more weight than mine. Maybe we can combine our plans. We can have our fake beggars in position and have arrow support at a short distance. Meanwhile, you can work on the door and try it your way. If successful, we can try to enter undetected. If, and don't take offense, but if you are detected, we can be in a position to offer immediate martial support."

Gurv looks around at his companions, his dark eyes impossible to see in the day's fading light.

"I'm no expert on these matters. I'm sorry if my tone made me feel like I was. I'm just doing my best to make a good plan. I'm not used to having a lockpicker on hand so I usually have to plan around my own numerous limitations."

 

[scranford]

Icklebad Moffet - Gnome Rogue

"Now thats more like it". "Should the gods not smile on me tonight, and events lead to my exposure, I would be most appreciative of strong arms, ans sharp blades at my back...er...umm, I mean in front of me or...I...mean, you know what I mean". "I have a feeling that blades will not thirst this night".

 

[PhoenixAsh]

Vyleya Argnon, Human Fighter 2

"Now thats more like it". "Should the gods not smile on me tonight, and events lead to my exposure, I would be most appreciative of strong arms, ans sharp blades at my back...er...umm, I mean in front of me or...I...mean, you know what I mean". "I have a feeling that blades will not thirst this night".

Vyleya smiles at the turn in plans being discussed by Gurv and Ickle, "Don't worry, if you are detected I will stand between you and harm. I will trust in your skill, you can trust in mine. Just be wary if you stray out of our reach."

She finishes her stew and drops her spoon into the bowl, pushing her chair back and straightening, "This all seems like a good plan to me, pick the lock, a couple strong hands covering the lockpick, with archers covering them. The question turns to who does what, and when do we strike."

Vyleya looks to Ickle, "I haven't caught your name, but you will obviously work the door. Speaking for myself, I'm good enough with my crossbow, but I'm better with the halberd. I just don't know if there is a good way to make me inconspicuous as a beggar. So... perhaps Gurv and Livingston as the beggars, with myself, Deric and Roland covering? Does that seem wise?"

 

[ethandrew]

"I don't not disapprove of this plan, but maybe we could get some sort of critter for a pet, like a dog, who could be a beggar's companion. It's barking and general noise could help our gnome friend's locking picking be masked, and forgive me for using that general term for I do not know your name either."

Weighing Vyleya's reaction to his proclaimation of the dead, Livingston looks down in his stew for a moment, picking out the chunks of meat and spearing them with his dagger. His eyes dart up while his head remains low, and he speaks in almost a whisper.

"As I'm sure some of you might have guessed, I am a priest of Kelemvor, and being as such he grants me the ability to call on his power. So I must warn you, tonight you might see some things men ought naught to see." He raises his head and stuffs his mouth with a chunk of meat, chewing emphatically.

"But then again," he says with his mouth full, "you might not."

 

[Lot]

Gurv laughs slightly, pointing to his shabby clothing and scruffy beard.

"I don't know. You really think I can pull off beggar?"

He stands up from his chair and starts pacing as he speaks.

"As for the dog idea...hmmm. Well, part of me really likes the idea. I was at a kennel today and I saw a few dogs that might do nicely. My father was a kennelmaster and I have some talent with the animals, training-wise. But my concern is the attention the animal may draw. If they hear a dog in the alley, they may go to shoo it away at just the wrong moment."

Gurv stops for a moment, obviously thinking.

"Hmmm...I could try to acquire a trained dog. Leave it out front, across the street, and command it to speak. Maybe a distraction away from the back? Might be overly complicated, though, and the kennel might be closed now, anyway."

 

[Craw Hammerfist]

ooc: Wow, actual dialogue. You guys don't NEED a DM!

 

[PhoenixAsh]

Vyleya Argnon, Human Fighter 2

"As I'm sure some of you might have guessed, I am a priest of Kelemvor, and being as such he grants me the ability to call on his power. So I must warn you, tonight you might see some things men ought naught to see." He raises his head and stuffs his mouth with a chunk of meat, chewing emphatically.

Vyleya catches this almost whisper, and seems to weight Livingston's words with a thoughtful expression. But then she smiles wryly. Leaning in close to the halfling, she pitches her voice softly, "It is well, then, that I am a woman. Every month I experience things 'men ought naught to see.'" Her smile breaks into a grin and she gives the halfling's shoulder a playful tap with her fist.

"Not so sure about this dog idea, frankly," she says to the table, straightening in her chair and in her expression. "I've taught a few dogs some tricks, but getting one to speak from the opposite side of a building seems like a tall order. And we can't spare you from the back alley, Gurv. I don't think an animal, even a trained one we could purchase at this hour, is a good idea." She looks between the priests and the mage, "Can any of you conjure up a distraction?"