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<blockquote data-quote="spyscribe" data-source="post: 1006894" data-attributes="member: 5808">Lo and behold!&nbsp; An update! Part the Very EleventhIn which: bait is taken(as recorded by Fajitas)&nbsp; &nbsp; Anvil’s initial plan is executed without a hitch.&nbsp; Stalwart sends a message to Desalle, informing him that Anvil is “looking for a scarred man in connection with the case,” and subtly suggesting that “if this man exists, it would be ill for your case if Anvil found him.”&nbsp; The group stakes out the Missola compound and waits to see what will happen next.&nbsp; &nbsp; It is well after sunset when the gates of the compound open and a cart pulls out.&nbsp; There is a lone driver, who is neither Desalle nor Missola himself.&nbsp; There is a whispered conversation about what to do.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Let’s follow it,” Thatch says.&nbsp; &nbsp; “It may only be a diversion.&nbsp; They may be on to us,” Cyrus points out.&nbsp; &nbsp; “Or it may be simple business.&nbsp; There may be nothing nefarious about this,” Anvil notes.&nbsp; &nbsp; “Still, it is… late… for business,” Reyu comments.&nbsp; “Perhaps two of us should follow the cart, while two remain watching the compound.”&nbsp; &nbsp; They agree to split up.&nbsp; Thatch and Cyrus maintain a watch on the house from opposite ends of the street, while Reyu and Anvil sneak down the street in pursuit of the cart.&nbsp; &nbsp; The cart follows a winding course down the streets of Dar Pykos.&nbsp; Anvil and Reyu stick to the shadows, trying to follow unobserved. ************&nbsp; &nbsp; Thatch fidgets from his hidden position across from the Missola compound.&nbsp; How come Reyu and Anvil get all the fun, he wonders.&nbsp; How come they get to chase the cart while I have to wait here doing nothing?&nbsp; &nbsp; Because if anyone spots me, I can probably fight ‘em better than Reyu or Anvil, he answers himself.&nbsp; &nbsp; Sure, okay.&nbsp; But still, I’m getting cramped, and it’s kinda boring sitting here in the shadows.&nbsp; He stretches out his left leg to relieve the tense muscle, and doesn’t notice that it is now quite visible in a pool of light on the street… (GM note: Gotta love a 3 on a Hide Check.)************&nbsp; &nbsp; “I feel as if we are going in circles,” Reyu whispers to Anvil as they continue to follow the cart.&nbsp; The cart has done nothing but wind its way down a series of twisted alleys, all of which look the same to Reyu.&nbsp; It slowed down once, outside of a tavern, but it did not stop, and they did not see anyone get in or out.&nbsp; &nbsp; “We are going in circles,” Anvil responds, pointing ahead.&nbsp; “We passed this tavern before.&nbsp; It is where the cart slowed down.” Sure enough, Reyu can again make out the swinging sign of The Fortunate Traveler, adorned with the holy symbol of Alirria, who looks over those on long journeys.&nbsp; &nbsp; “Perhaps it dropped someone off before.&nbsp; Someone we did not see,” Reyu suggests.&nbsp; &nbsp; The words no sooner escape her lips than the wagon suddenly begins to slow.&nbsp; A figure furtively darts from the door of the tavern towards the wagon, and makes to jump on.&nbsp; &nbsp; “Now!” Anvil hisses, and the two of them rush forward.&nbsp; &nbsp; The figure scrambles onto the back of the wagon as Anvil and Reyu leap towards it.&nbsp; “Hold!&nbsp; Kettenek’s Justice demands it!” shouts Anvil.&nbsp; The driver, acting instinctively, hauls up on the reins and the cart comes to a stop.&nbsp; Reyu grabs the figure in the back, yanking the hood of his cloak from his face.&nbsp; &nbsp; It is Desalle, Count Missola’s chamberlain.&nbsp; &nbsp; Reyu and Desalle stare at each other for half a moment.&nbsp; Reyu grabs for her spear, but Desalle is faster.&nbsp; He points his finger at her and opens his mouth to chant.&nbsp; Fortunately for Reyu, Anvil is even faster than Desalle.&nbsp; “Surrender!” he calls, his eyes flashing, and the power of Kettenek echoes in his voice.&nbsp; &nbsp; And Desalle, looking startled, throws his hands in the air.&nbsp; &nbsp; Anvil grabs Desalle before he can react and slaps masterwork manacles on his wrists (GM’s Note: Yes, Bad Monkey Jeff really and truly purchased masterwork manacles with almost all his starting cash.&nbsp; He was just itching to use them on someone).&nbsp; Desalle does not look in the least bit happy.&nbsp; “How dare you?” he blusters.&nbsp; “What is the meaning of this?”&nbsp; &nbsp; “I will ask the questions,” Anvil calmly responds.&nbsp; “What is your business here tonight?”&nbsp; &nbsp; “My business is the Count’s,” Desalle snaps back.&nbsp; “If you have questions, I suggest you ask him.”&nbsp; &nbsp; “Oh, don’t worry.&nbsp; We shall.&nbsp; For now we would know your business here.”&nbsp; &nbsp; But Desalle won’t answer.&nbsp; Reyu taps Anvil on the shoulder.&nbsp; “If he was meeting with the scarred man, he may yet be in the Tavern.&nbsp; I can look for him there while you watch this one.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Anvil nods his assent, and Reyu enters The Fortunate Traveler.**************&nbsp; &nbsp; Thatch pinches himself to stay awake.&nbsp; This, he thinks, is not what heroing is supposed to be about.&nbsp; Nothing’s gonna happe--&nbsp; &nbsp; And suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of something moving behind him.&nbsp; Just a flicker of shadow, but definitely something.&nbsp; He grips his uncle’s greatsword more tightly and shifts his position for a better, careful look. &nbsp; &nbsp; He sees nothing.&nbsp; He watches in absolute stillness for a few more moments.&nbsp; Nothing at all.&nbsp; &nbsp; Cautiously, he tucks his leg back in underneath him.&nbsp; Okay, maybe this is a little trickier than it looks, he thinks, as he tries to keep one eye on the compound and one eye behind him…to be continued...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="spyscribe, post: 1006894, member: 5808"] [I]Lo and behold! An update![/I] [b]Part the Very Eleventh[/b] [I]In which: bait is taken (as recorded by Fajitas)[/I] Anvil’s initial plan is executed without a hitch. Stalwart sends a message to Desalle, informing him that Anvil is “looking for a scarred man in connection with the case,” and subtly suggesting that “if this man exists, it would be ill for your case if Anvil found him.” The group stakes out the Missola compound and waits to see what will happen next. It is well after sunset when the gates of the compound open and a cart pulls out. There is a lone driver, who is neither Desalle nor Missola himself. There is a whispered conversation about what to do. “Let’s follow it,” Thatch says. “It may only be a diversion. They may be on to us,” Cyrus points out. “Or it may be simple business. There may be nothing nefarious about this,” Anvil notes. “Still, it is… late… for business,” Reyu comments. “Perhaps two of us should follow the cart, while two remain watching the compound.” They agree to split up. Thatch and Cyrus maintain a watch on the house from opposite ends of the street, while Reyu and Anvil sneak down the street in pursuit of the cart. The cart follows a winding course down the streets of Dar Pykos. Anvil and Reyu stick to the shadows, trying to follow unobserved. ************ Thatch fidgets from his hidden position across from the Missola compound. How come Reyu and Anvil get all the fun, he wonders. How come they get to chase the cart while I have to wait here doing nothing? Because if anyone spots me, I can probably fight ‘em better than Reyu or Anvil, he answers himself. Sure, okay. But still, I’m getting cramped, and it’s kinda boring sitting here in the shadows. He stretches out his left leg to relieve the tense muscle, and doesn’t notice that it is now quite visible in a pool of light on the street… [I](GM note: Gotta love a 3 on a Hide Check.)[/I] ************ “I feel as if we are going in circles,” Reyu whispers to Anvil as they continue to follow the cart. The cart has done nothing but wind its way down a series of twisted alleys, all of which look the same to Reyu. It slowed down once, outside of a tavern, but it did not stop, and they did not see anyone get in or out. “We are going in circles,” Anvil responds, pointing ahead. “We passed this tavern before. It is where the cart slowed down.” Sure enough, Reyu can again make out the swinging sign of The Fortunate Traveler, adorned with the holy symbol of Alirria, who looks over those on long journeys. “Perhaps it dropped someone off before. Someone we did not see,” Reyu suggests. The words no sooner escape her lips than the wagon suddenly begins to slow. A figure furtively darts from the door of the tavern towards the wagon, and makes to jump on. “Now!” Anvil hisses, and the two of them rush forward. The figure scrambles onto the back of the wagon as Anvil and Reyu leap towards it. “Hold! Kettenek’s Justice demands it!” shouts Anvil. The driver, acting instinctively, hauls up on the reins and the cart comes to a stop. Reyu grabs the figure in the back, yanking the hood of his cloak from his face. It is Desalle, Count Missola’s chamberlain. Reyu and Desalle stare at each other for half a moment. Reyu grabs for her spear, but Desalle is faster. He points his finger at her and opens his mouth to chant. Fortunately for Reyu, Anvil is even faster than Desalle. “Surrender!” he calls, his eyes flashing, and the power of Kettenek echoes in his voice. And Desalle, looking startled, throws his hands in the air. Anvil grabs Desalle before he can react and slaps masterwork manacles on his wrists [I](GM’s Note: Yes, Bad Monkey Jeff really and truly purchased masterwork manacles with almost all his starting cash. He was just itching to use them on someone).[/I] Desalle does not look in the least bit happy. “How dare you?” he blusters. “What is the meaning of this?” “I will ask the questions,” Anvil calmly responds. “What is your business here tonight?” “My business is the Count’s,” Desalle snaps back. “If you have questions, I suggest you ask him.” “Oh, don’t worry. We shall. For now we would know your business here.” But Desalle won’t answer. Reyu taps Anvil on the shoulder. “If he was meeting with the scarred man, he may yet be in the Tavern. I can look for him there while you watch this one.” Anvil nods his assent, and Reyu enters The Fortunate Traveler. ************** Thatch pinches himself to stay awake. This, he thinks, is not what heroing is supposed to be about. Nothing’s gonna happe-- And suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of something moving behind him. Just a flicker of shadow, but definitely something. He grips his uncle’s greatsword more tightly and shifts his position for a better, careful look. He sees nothing. He watches in absolute stillness for a few more moments. Nothing at all. Cautiously, he tucks his leg back in underneath him. Okay, maybe this is a little trickier than it looks, he thinks, as he tries to keep one eye on the compound and one eye behind him… [i]to be continued...[/i] [/QUOTE]

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