Phaeton's Falcons

[ethandrew]

Upon returning home from the midnight excursion, Livingston enters his room, disrobes and crawls into his small, feather bed. Dawn's rays wake him up as they peak through the window and penetrate his sleep. Slowly getting up out of his bed, he slams the blinds shut, making sure the darkness in the room is thick and undisturbed. He slinks back into his bed and dutifully falls right back asleep, where he dreams of feasts long since had with friends long since seen.

Hearing footsteps above, below, and seemingly around him, Livingston wakes. Raucous laughter comes from under the door, from some unknown source. I wonder what time it is. How long have I slept? Sliding out of bed and putting on some simple clothes, he can hear the rhythmic thrum of a crossbow firing outside.

He reaches into his backpack and pulls out his symbol of Kelemvor. Bringing it up to his lips, he closes his eyes solemnly and kisses it.

I might as well do this on my bed, it'll be more comfortable that way.

Folding up on top of his bed, Livingston sits on his feet, holding Kelemvor's symbol close to his chest. His breathing becomes routine, his eyes seemingly flutter in concentration. Transcending into complete concentration, he prays to his god.

 

[Blind Azathoth]

The early morning after the surveillance, Roland--never really a fan of late nights--tiredly shambles back to the group's lodgings with the others, merely muttering "hunh" in agreement with whatever the others suggest, including suggestions that conflict with things he has previously given a hunh of agreement to. When the team reaches their home, Roland stumbles to his room, sits on his bed, begins to undress, and falls asleep halfway through this activity.

In the morning...the late morning...when Roland awakens, he finishes the job he fell asleep during the night before, then changes into a fresher set of clothes. After this, he settles into a sitting position on his bed, holding his holy symbol, his silver coin, and softly murmurs his daily prayers, honoring his goddess and praying for her guidance and her blessing for the night's adventure. Following this, and a quick breakfast, he begins preparing himself for a jaunt into the city before the night's excursion. As he does so, he hears the sound of bolts thudding into wood outside, and curious, heads out of his room.

Shouldering his pack, he steps outside and sees Vyleya practicing with her crossbow, with a skill he could not hope to match. He observes her for a while, silently and enviously, before pulling his hat down low and heading off into the city.

Roland spends quite some time simply wandering the streets, taking in the sights, people-watching. He slowly makes his way through town to the Lady's House, where he spends much of the afternoon reacquainting himself with priests he knows, meeting the new acolytes there, and simply performing minor clerical duties for his brothers and sisters there. When the afternoon begins to fade into night, however, he returns to his new home to dine with whichever other members of the group will be present.

 

[Lot]

Gurv goes to sleep, enjoying the fine bed and pillows. The next day, he wakes up in the very late morning. Rubbing his eyes, he dresses in his simple clothes, neglecting to shave yet another day. Strapping his swords on his belt, he heads for the door. On his way out, he grabs a loaf of bread from the kitchen and fills his waterskin from the fountain. Then he walks towards the docks, looking to find a similar warehouse to the one they cased last night. If he can find a warehouse similar in size and construction, he will pose as a servant trying to compare rates for storage for his master. Doing this, Gurv hopes to be allowed into the warehouse to negotiate with a foreman. Then he can see how this type of warehouse is typically layed out. The hope is to have some idea of what to expect with tonight's break-in. After this excursion, whether successful or not, Gurv will head down to the local kennel and check on the quality of the dogs available. By late afternoon, Gurv hopes to head back to the house and get some sword practice in before dinner.

 

[scranford]

Icklebad Moffet - Gnome Rogue

Ickle, as usual before a job. Spends the day laying in bed, only getting up to eat, drink and releive himself. When he is restless he practices on some small puzzles he uses to keep his wits and fingers nimble, and relaxes for the big night.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Deric lulls himself to sleep, dreaming of swirling planes of alternating fire and ice, then air and earth. One day, he has always told himself, he will travel to the elemental planes of the four elements and truly experience it is to be one with pure energies.

He wakes soon after, as he doesn't require much sleep, and then gets up and gathers his spell book to him. Sitting down on the luxuriously appointed bed, he gives a quick mental thanks to Melena for putting him in this room, and also running down those silk bedsheets and pillowcases in the market yesterday for him. He sits back, cracks open his spell book and quickly thumbs through it, deciding which incantations might prove most useful today. Once he has made a mental note of which ones pique his interest, he begins the mental task of making his preparations for the day - as usual, he meditates for a short period of time, until his mind achieves a stillness that signifies that it is ready to begin. As he is finishing up his last memorization, he begins to get interrupted by a repeated "THOCK" coming from outside the house. Upon getting up and putting his spellbook back in his pack, he opens the blinds and he sees Vylela pumping a sack of flour full of bolts.

"Something strange with that one," Deric mutters to himself.

He then gets dressed and heads downstairs for something to eat. Not seeing anyone in the kitchen, he gathers a few eggs from the basket on the counter, cracks them open, puts them in an earthware pot with some butter, chopped onion and shredded cheese, and places it in the hearth for a short bit. A short time later, he is rewarded with a delicious aroma and a wonderful start to the day. Afterwards, Deric will spend the afternoon searching the town for shops, librarys, and/or guilds devoted to arcana.

 

[ethandrew]

After his ritual is complete, the smell of freshly cooked eggs permeates through Livingston's senses, striking his nose in the most delightful way. He stores his symbol on his person and hops off the bed. Tying his hair back quickly, he opens his door and hops down the stairs, hoping to catch the poor unsuspecting victim who might be without as much breakfast as they once would have hoped.

Spying Deric in the common room from around the corner, he'll compose himself and strut forward. "I don't suspose you'd feel inclined to share whatever you have in there? Being so small, I don't require much to sustain me," he finishes with a wink as he climbs into the seat next to him.

 

[s@squ@tch]

[sblock=Livingston OOC] You may need some dice rolls to see if you can get some breakfast away from Deric -- possibly an opposed check of sleight of hand vs. spot? [/sblock]

"Not a problem, my little friend," Deric mentions, while putting some of the resulting egg concoction onto a plate for Livingston,"If you were a half-orc, you may not of had such luck."

 

[Craw Hammerfist]

[sblock=gurv]The inside of the warehouse to the north is mostly open, with a few walled-off rooms at the back. There does not appear to be a door between the two warehouses.

The local kennelmaster focuses on hunting hounds. He has two bloodhounds that are excellent trackers, but not much use in bringing down prey. The rest are wolfhounds, trained to hunt bears or boars.[/sblock]

 

[Craw Hammerfist]

[sblock=Livingston OOC] You may need some dice rolls to see if you can get some breakfast away from Deric -- possibly an opposed check of sleight of hand vs. spot? [/sblock]

What we need is a sneak attack v. intestines roll from the eggs.

 

[s@squ@tch]

[sblock=Crew OOC] Deric spent the afternoon looking thru town for arcane shops, libraries, and/or guilds - any success? [/sblock]