Phaeton's Falcons

[s@squ@tch]

"Well, we weren't able to discover much, but at least we know that there are two external exits and possibly an entrance through the warehouse to the north on the shared wall." Deric mentions to his comrades. "I'd be interested to find out from Phaeton who owns the joined warehouse and possibly gain access to it -- it would be a great location to stage a stealthy sojourn."

[sblock=OOC]Did we notice any external locks/chains on the barn doors and also the small door with the barred window?[/sblock]

If the rest have nothing to add, Deric will return to the house for the remainder of the day and spend a quiet evening relaxing in an easy chair with a glass of mediocre wine.

 

[PhoenixAsh]

A narrow alley separates it from the next building on the south side.

OOC[sblock] If possible, Vyleya would look down that narrow alley to verify there are no entrances on that side. She wouldn't do this if doing so meant diverting from their path, or otherwise looking out of place, to the best of her knowledge. [/sblock]

Vyleya nods at Deric's comments, "I wouldn't much enjoy forcing our way through those barn doors, nor the door with the barred window. Too open. I hope there is another way inside..."

 

[Lot]

Gurv eyes the warehouse as he walks by, checking the entrances.

"It looks pretty typical of kind built in this city. We should see if we can get access to a similar, if not identical, warehouse to check the layout and complexity of the locks on the doors. Maybe tomorrow during the day. I figure tomorrow night will be our time of infiltration. I hope someone in our little band can handle locks, because it's not my specialty."

Gurv will head back to the house and have a nice meal with a glass of wine. He will look over the supplied information but do so in the living room or parlor of the house so he can speak to his companions as they come and go.

 

[Craw Hammerfist]

OOC[sblock] If possible, Vyleya would look down that narrow alley to verify there are no entrances on that side. She wouldn't do this if doing so meant diverting from their path, or otherwise looking out of place, to the best of her knowledge. [/sblock]

[sblock=Vyleya]You get a brief glimpse down the alleyway as you stroll by. There are no doors on either side of the alley, but you realize that there is room between the back of the warehouse and the next set of buildings.[/sblock]

 

[PhoenixAsh]

Vyleya accompanies the rest back to the house. She goes to her room and shrugs off her pack. She takes the leather folder out and emerges from her room, but seeing Gurv is already spreading out the information on a table, she returns it to her room and takes a seat near him to look it over herself, after making sure she has a glass of wine in hand. It isn't long until she speaks up again.

"There may be another way inside the back of the warehouse. I couldn't see any down the alleyway, but there's another stretch of alley around the back, could be a door there. It'd be tough to take a look without rousing some suspicion, I'd guess, but it'd be good to know if there is one there. Something for our night watchman to keep an eye out for." She nods towards the closed door she presumes houses the resting gnome.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Deric looks deeply into the swirling red wine in his glass, contemplating the various subtle flavors being evoked from the dark liquid. Blueberry? Hazelnut? What is that flavor that is escaping me? Melena outdid herself in this new batch of vintage red wine. Coming back into the present, Deric says to Vylela,"From the loud snoring coming from that room, I would have thought an ogre was slumbering in there."

"If our stealthly friend is unable to investigate the rear of the building without being seen, I may have a scroll that could prove useful...", Deric says matter-of-factly.

"Hopefully he will be able to glean some useful information from his surveillance this evening, I wish him well, and hope that does not run into something sinister in the shadows."

 

[ethandrew]

Livingston enters the common room seeing his three human companions seated, each partaking in their choice of drink. Seeing the folder contents sprawled across the table, he will pull up a chair next to them and take a seat.

"Who do I need to talk to about getting a hot cup of tea?" he states as he looks around a little bit. Addressing his companions, "I never introduced myself, my name is Livingston, and I am eager to learn about each of you, and I warn you, I might pry. However, different matters attract our attention at the moment. Have I missed out on scouting out the warehouse? If I did, were you all able to find anything useful about it?"

 

[s@squ@tch]

"Ahhh, I'm glad to see you up and about," Deric says to Livingston,"we have just come back from a cursory inspection of the warehouse area." "What we have been able to gather at this point is that 1) the warehouse shares a north wall with an adjoining warehouse 2) the warehouse has an alley on the south side that connects to a space in the back, and 3) that there are 2 entrances noted so far -- a large pair of barn doors, and a smaller single door on the western face."

"We have been talking about whether we could gain entry to the adjoining warehouse to discover if there is a door connecting the two, or to see if there is a door on the east side, beyond the alley."

Deric is well into his third glass of wine at this point, and is starting to fell the warm euphoria of the alcohol. He muses to himself how long this adventuring band will stay together -- will they get along? Will they argue endlessly? Will someone die? These dark thoughts snap him out of his daze -- here he is, the first day into this new life as an adventurer, fresh out of University, and harboring doubts... Of course there will be some adjustment, Deric says to himself, you are no longer within the comfortable confines of the Great Library or Eklesors classroom -- you are in the real world now -- keep positive and stay on your toes.

 

[PhoenixAsh]

Vyleya Argnon, Human Fighter 2

Vyleya lifts her glass as Livingston enters, in a quick, saluting salutation. "The cook or her daughter should be about. She could probably boil you a pot. More besides, if you're hungry," she gestures with a quick bob of her head to Gurv's small spread of food amidst the papers. She takes a drink of the wine and sets down the glass, dabbing at her mouth with the back of her scarred hand. "My name is Vyleya, by the way."

"We took a walk by the warehouse, it looked plain enough." She looks at Gurv and opens her mouth to speak, then closes it quickly. Her cheeks color a little and she shifts a little more upright (a mild feat, as her back is already stiff as a board) on the deep, soft couch she is seated in. "I'm sorry, I didn't get your name.." she indicates to Gurv with an apologetic half-smile. "But he spoke to some of the locals, they don't seem to take very well to these people setting up shop in the warehouse and they are selling quickly.. or inexpertly. I'm sure he could explain better."

She casts her gaze back down to the papers on the table, "Anyways. Deric's right, we aren't completely sure of all the entrances. There could be one in the adjoining warehouse or in the back alley, or both. The barn doors are pretty cumbersome for sneaking in, and the other door we saw has a barred window in it, so that isn't much good for us either."

 

[Blind Azathoth]

Roland is, by this time, back in the common room and relaxing with the others, though he is sipping from a cup of relatively clean water, not the wine the others drink. He waves a greeting to Livingston as the halfling enters the room.

After the others report their findings, the priest pipes up. "Speaking of the warehouse...though I am not really sure what else we would all be speaking about...I was wondering, brother, if you might appreciate some company on your surveillance tonight. If, that is, you still intend to hold your stakeout. I believe that the group has chosen tomorrow night for the main event, as it were; I could catch up on my sleep in the morn and midday."