Adventure was written June-September, 2022
Vulcuran just watched Rexx Stubbs leave the bar with a sack of 30 copper coins, the only problem was, he thought it was platinum.
DMaster: Jovie and Vulcuran leave the pub to a bright day, they cover their eyes a bit until they adjust. They high tail it out of the market area, and out of the Pit.
Vulcuran: Pull Jovie aside and look around
VUL: I need you to do some research, ok? Find out about this McDermott, when they vacated, why the business went away, who is there now… everything you can. I also want you to take a walk by the place, and Jovie… just. walk. by. Nothing more.
Finish with a stern look.
VUL: Then report back to me with everything right away.
DMaster: She nods her head, “Aye, Ark!” she says then stops and chuckles.
Vulcuran: Chuckle too
VUL: no, you can call me Ark outside the inner gates ok?
Giving her a sidewards glance, and then beckoning her to move on.
DMaster: You two reach the inner gates where Jovie nods her head, and goes to the lead at the station to tell them she needs to do research.
Vulcuran: Head to the Castle. Go to my room, get changed.
DMaster: You scare a few people but having your hood down helped. You get changed into your Duke attire.
Vulcuran: Time to find the King we need a meeting now.
DMaster: You head out and it wasn’t hard, the King is snacking on what looks to be a sweet roll. He is zoning out staring across the kitchen where he can see the cooks working.
Vulcuran: Walk to him,
VUL: M’Lord.
DMaster: It gives him a start and he chuckles,
JER: Sorry, just day dreaming of a Kingdom that runs smoothly and everyone got along…
Turns to you with a smile that quickly fades seeing your expression.
Vulcuran: Nod head.
VUL: We need a meeting, now. I think you, me, Plugr, Thorin and Jovie is all that should be involved right now.
DMaster: Scrunchs his forehead.
JER: Jovie, who the hell is Jovie?
Vulcuran: Smile a little
VUL: My little secret weapon. She has been involved in this so it makes sense to have her here.
DMaster: The King dips his head and sighs. Looks at his sweetbread, then tosses it in the trash barrel.
JER: Let’s go.
The King calls for the people you suggested. You gather in the throne room. Everyone shows up within an hours time, Jovie not yet; she is still doing her research. The doors locked, guard in front of the doors.
JER: This is your show Vulc, have at it
Points to the middle of the room.
Vulcuran: Walk to the middle, serious look on my face, hands behind my back.
VUL: So, how many of you know the Warlord was overthrown in the Teeter Winds?
Look around.
DMaster: Everyone exchanges glances and shakes their head.
Vulcuran: Nod and scoff.
VUL: Yeah. it, fucking, happened over 3 weeks ago, even a month. So much for reliable… or timely intel.
DMaster: Any noise that was, is now gone. It is dead silent in the room, even the King, face a little flushed is quiet, nodding his head.
Vulcuran: VUL: With that, I received more disturbing intel that the “orc” warlord was overthrown by a human, and rumored to be of noble lineage.
Pace a bit, looking down for a moment, then back up.
VUL: But, that isn’t even the worst of it. We have spies in our City, according to my contacts, there is a “sect” in every decent size city from here to Iraxacan. Before anyone scoffs, I am in the process of finalizing the confirmation. We have a good idea where they are in our City.
DMaster: Thorin puts his hands up.
THOR: Vulc, I have no reason to doubt you, hell no one here does… but you can’t drop a fire potion like this on us without some sort of back story. Where is this all coming from?
He looks around and most nod their head. The King is just staring at you.
Vulcuran: Stare at the King.
VUL: All in due time Thorin. Now is not the time for the past, it is time to take care of what is right in front of us.
DMaster: Thorin brings his head back a bit and he raises an eyebrow. Glances to the King who was staring at you, and you can see the wheels turning. Everyone just kind of looks around as to say, that was kind of lame, but we do need to figure this out.
PLUG: So if we know where they are, we should storm the place. Weed them out.
Vulcuran: Nod head.
VUL: Essentially yes. I just want some provisions set up for any that might slip past us. We also can’t alert them that we know, it is why we are keeping this to a choice few and coming up with a game plan that should avoid any snafu’s.
DMaster: Just then the throne doors unlock, in walks Jovie and the doors close, lock again. Everyone glances over to a now stunned 3 star, back in her Camerondale gear, with papers in her hands.
THOR: Jovie, what the hell are you doing here… we are in an important meeting.
Vulcuran: VUL: No, Thorin, she is going to be part of this, and she knows anyways… with the little visit to Rexxy.
Beckon her over.
VUL: Give us a minute.
Walk her over to the farthest reaches of the Throne Room.
VUL: So, what did you find out, can we tie that place to the Warlord?
DMaster: She nods her head emphatically. Starts to explain it.
Vulcuran: Stop her.
VUL: Come, let’s tell them.
DMaster: You walk over to the group who are quietly talking amongst themselves.
Vulcuran: VUL: Jovie will explain what she found.
DMaster: She looks a little put off seeing the King, Thorin and Plugr just staring at her.
JOV: Well, Ark… err I mean the Duke wanted me to do some quick and nasty research on a place called McDermott’s. It is the clue we got from Rexx Stubbs; the possible hideout of these spies.
Everyone groans a bit hearing the name, but she continues.
JOV: McDermotts. A print shop for books and pamphlets, was in business since year 318 of Shiverstill.
Thorins eyes get bigger, leans back a bit and goes to sigh
Vulcuran: Give him a look that could kill.
DMaster: He stops, looks around and continues to listen.
JOV: The reports I got tell me the company was successful. They never missed taxes, never found themselves in debt and from other reports with their name attached, they were legitimate and respected in the community. The top floor was their residence as well.
She grabs another paper, hands the one to you.
Vulcuran: Grab the paper, keep looking on.
DMaster: JOV: Then 32 days ago. They went missing.
She rifles through some papers then picks one out hands it to you.
Vulcuran: Grab the paper and look.
DMaster: JOV: An odd but official document was handed in and filed, that they are ceasing operations.
She looks up to everyone, glances at Thorin who looks totally disinterested. She takes a hard swallow.
Vulcuran: Put my hand on her shoulder.
VUL: Please continue Jovie, be as thorough as possible.
DMaster: She takes a deep breath and continues.
JOV: 3 days later, a purchase and deed for the property was sold and transferred to a Simon Brown. From what I could gather, they were going to pick up where the McDermott’s left off, a printing business.
JER: Sorry to interrupt, but do we know where the McDermotts are?
She frowns, looks over to you, then shakes her head.
JOV: No. Not really. I didn’t have time to ask any of the associates of the couple, and I felt it wouldn’t of been a good idea. Snooping around outside City Hall could alert a few people.
The King smiles and nods his head in approval.
Vulcuran: Nod my head to her, smile, then give Thorin a nasty look.
DMaster: He doesn’t notice, he is actually thinking or something.
JOV: Since then, the new business has not filed for a name change, registered themselves as a legitimate company and from what we know, hasn’t done any business at all. As requested I took a stroll past to see what it looks like, and it looks abandoned. Some drapes over the front window that is dirty and the entire place looks like it needs a week worth of cleaning. I did not linger, passed it once over and headed to here.
She takes a deep breath and looks around.
PLUG: Mysteriously the owners disappear, someone else takes it over. Files just enough paperwork to keep the City off their ass. Yeah, this is worth looking into.
Vulcuran: Nod head but frown.
DMaster: PLUG: Uh oh, I know that look.
Plugr takes a deep sigh.
Vulcuran: VUL: The off chance it is not the sect? One. It will most definitely upset the neighbors and the people working there or living there. Two. If it is not them, it will most definitely alert this group that we are looking for them or the very least give them room for suspicion which will only make our jobs harder.
DMaster: Thorin nods his head.
THOR: But if we don’t hit this fast and hard…
He smirks and giggles. Then straightens up.
THOR: It’s just more time they can gather intel, report back, not to mention finding out we know about them. I think the risk is worth the reward. In all honesty if it isn’t them, then the people living there are to blame for not filing correctly with the City.
The King lets out a large sigh and stands up, walks over to Vulcuran.
Vulcuran: Give the King a respectful nod, step back. Grab Jovie and have her step back too.
DMaster: JER: You are right Thorin, it is worth it. But it is bringing up a point that I need to address at the next council meeting. This Kingdom is growing and growing quickly. By next year we could effectively double our land and bring in thousands more citizens. We are barely making it happen now and that is only because of the valiant efforts and hard work of who is running this realm.
He dips his head and shakes it.
JER: Now is not the time for this discussion, I know. But we are going to make this happen. We take the rest of today, tonight and tomorrow morning to gather intel. Jovie, get blueprints and plans of that building and surrounding buildings, bring them to the throne room. Also continue researching and finding out more. But like you said, don’t make it obvious. If you feel it would be a red flag for them, stop and back off. I would rather you not get important information than alert them of our knowledge.
He says glancing over his shoulder to the woman. She smiles and nods.
Vulcuran: Smirk a little knowing I found this ace in the hole.
DMaster: JER: Plugr get with your knights, come up with a gameplan. But do not have a large gathering, meet with a few at a time. Thorin, same thing. Get with a few of your 4 stars and get with Bronn your 5 star. We need to make sure in our little raid no one escapes.
He glances back to Jovie.
JER: Get with Vulc when you get the blueprints and figure out entrances and exits of the building with him.
The King looks at everyone in the room.
JER: Obviously not a word, if anyone asks… tell them… we are dealing with a, scandal or something.
Vulcuran: VUL: Scandal, M’Lord.
Raise an eyebrow
DMaster: He nods his head.
JER: Something that people would believe we needed meetings behind closed doors.
THOR: Maybe Vulc finally grew first hair on ball!
He smiles and looks around the room, his smile fades.
Vulcuran: Give him a look, chuckle a little than laugh.
VUL: OK. The scandal revolves around my nut-sack then.
DMaster: Everyone laughs and chuckles much to the relief of Thorin. The group leaves, going through different exits in case anyone was watching.
Vulcuran: Head to my room, make sure my gear is good to go, weapons at the ready. If this goes down quick I don’t want to be caught off guard. Then head to the kitchen to grab a snack.
DMaster: As you walk to the kitchen, a “runner” comes to you.
RUN: M’Lord, a note of the utmost urgency.
Vulcuran: Roll my eyes, I am pretty sure I know what this is. Look.
DMaster: Opening the note, a hastily written line that says “duke, you fucked me – R”
Vulcuran: Snort and laugh. I have some time and I should square this away. Go back and grab a pouch of 30 platinum, grab one extra. Head out.
DMaster: You head out of the castle, the King eyeing you up, raising an eyebrow.
Vulcuran: VUL: M’Lord, just have to finish out some business.
Smirk a bit jangling my pouch.
DMaster: Jeremiah giving you a stern look.
Vulcuran: Nod and smile.
VUL: Yes, I will get someone to accompany me.
DMaster: You head to the inner gates, and you get a pretty well built 3rd star to come with you. Heading through the streets a few people nod in respect. Walking into the slums, and the main road and end up at the fountain, or what appears to be the daily garbage disposal. There stands what looks like one of Rexx’s guards, you recognize him.
Vulcuran: Show the figure a pouch and nod my head.
DMaster: He scowls at you, turns and walks to an alleyway. Then out comes Rexx, hood up and covering his face.
REX: Duke, you slimy son of a bitch…
Just then your guard hearing the tone, rips out his sword and starts to walk towards Rexx, who now skitters to a halt.
Vulcuran: VUL: No, no. I… deserved that. Put the weapon away.
Motioning to the guard.
DMaster: The guard stops, looks at you, back to Rexx, then sheathes his sword.
REX:… and keep your lapdogs at bay will you?
Starting to walk again towards you, stammering a little after that, unsure what to really say.
REX: 30 copper, really? Is this some sort of joke to you? Must be real nice sitting in your big castle while us little folk are down here risking our…
Vulcuran: Interrupting.
VUL: You whine like a mule. Shut it.
Shaking my head at him, looking down my nose. Bring the pouch up.
VUL: You think I was going to waltz around The Pit with a large sack of platinum hanging on my side?
DMaster: He stops about 10 feet from you staring at the sack, frowning.
REX: Well?
Putting his hand out.
REX: You know who could be watching right now.
Vulcuran: VUL: Shut it Rexx, shut it now.
Turn my eyes to slits, staring at him.
DMaster: The guard again starts to look around, hand on his sword.
Vulcuran: Motion him to calm down, wishing Jovie was with me right now. Walk to Rexx, hand him the pouch.
DMaster: The guard glances at you curious as to what Rexx meant by that. The half-goblin grabs the pouch, opens and starts counting.
REX: Forgive me if I don’t believe you that there is 30 in here…
After counting, he then nods, tightens up the pouch, then glancing at you.
REX: I would say, nice doing business with you, but that would be a fucking lie now, wouldn’t it?
Vulcuran: Snort a little, smirk and look down. Put out my hand like I am going to drop something.
DMaster: He looks at you suspiciously, but puts his hand underneath.
Vulcuran: Drop the extra platinum.
VUL: For your troubles. Now go be, I don’t know, smelly somewhere else.
DMaster: Your guard snorts a little at the comment. It makes Rex grind his teeth a bit.
Vulcuran: Start to walk away, then stop turn and glance back.
VUL: Oh and Rexx… thanks.
DMaster: REX: Oh yes, M’lord.
Bows sarcastically.
REX: …with the utmost respect, I am not sure I can handle your dashing good looks anymore, so please make yourself scarce around here… mmmkay?
Vulcuran: Snort a little, nod to him and start walking out of The Pit.
DMaster: He looks at the coin in his hand and has a small smile wash over his face, puts it in the pouch and walks into the alley he originally came from.
GUARD: Uh, M’Lord if I may ask.
Vulcuran: Nod at him, walking with my hands behind my back thinking.
DMaster: GUARD: Why do you let him speak to you that way? It is disrespectful.
Vulcuran: Chuckle a little, shake my head.
VUL: Let’s just say we have history, and it is mutually… unhealthy.
DMaster: You drop off the guard, and head into the castle.
Vulcuran: Make my way to the throne room.
DMaster: The King is in there doing normal duties you expect, talking with appears to be merchants of sorts.
Vulcuran: Sigh, turn and head for my room to make sure I am fully ready to go when the time comes. Get gear ready, so to speak.
DMaster: Just then Jovie walks in holding what appears to be a nice formal outfit. Pretty large, one that you could fit into.
Vulcuran: Walk over to her, eyebrow raised but keeping an open mind.
VUL: Jovie.
DMaster: She nods / bows to you a little.
JOV: The outfit you wanted cleaned. Sorry I spilled that drink on it.
Jovie says deliberate and loud enough for people to hear. Most of them glance over, smirk a little and move on.
Vulcuran: VUL: Oh yes. Thanks. Let’s go drop it off then.
Motioning her to move into the Castle.
DMaster: Both of you make it to your room. She plops the outfit on the bed, opens it and there are blue prints, notes, a book and some keys.
JOV: As requested M’Lord.
Vulcuran: Nod at her and start looking over things.
VUL: Had a quick little meeting with Rexx this morning.
DMaster: She smiles and looks to you.
JOV: OH? Guess he didn’t like the copper then.
She says with a snicker then stops.
JOV: M’Lord, what happens if some one saw you?
Vulcuran: Nod my head while looking the stuff over.
VUL: A risk yes, but it was something not done in secrecy. If I was seen hiding down an alleyway or trying to be discreet I feel that would alert many more suspicions than just being out in the open, bold, for all to see. Plus Rexx does not have any ties to this sect, so they would not know it was about that information. Hell… 31 platinum for the name McDermotts. That is quite the price.
DMaster: She nods her head and smiles softly. Looking over the info, you notice this place seems to be at a center of the upper sewers, a place where the waste does not necessarily drop too, but a place where people can traverse the sewers without, well stepping in poop. There doesn’t seem to be an entrance, but you can imagine it wouldn’t be too hard to make one.
Vulcuran: Sigh, shake my head wondering how they got this information. Now we know why they chose this place. There is no doubt that they are there or someone who is not legitimate.
DMaster: Jovie also has some sewer blueprints, entrances and exits of them through that area in the City. Both of you are plotting what ones guards should go down. Both of you are looking through a event book that talks of deaths in the city and you can’t find anything on the McDermotts. After an hour or so, a knock on the door.
Vulcuran: Go answer it.
DMaster: A servant is standing there, bows a bit.
SER: Presence requested in the Throne room, back entrance is requested for your entry.
Vulcuran: Nod and dismiss him. Go help Jovie gather her stuff. Head to the throne room, going the back way.
DMaster: You enter and everyone glances over. Looks like they all just arrived. The large table usually against the far wall is now in the middle of the room.
JER: I do not want to linger. I…
He stops and grunts a little
JER: Paranoid in our own Castle, dammit.
He clenches his fist and looks to everyone.
JER: Let’s just get our game-plan in order shall we?
Vulcuran: Nod head and puts stuff on the table.
VUL: This is what we have so far.
Explain to them the sewer system, the entrances, Jovie got keys to a few of the “off-limits” area.
DMaster: PLUG: Yeah this place was picked for a reason.
Everyone nods their head. Keeps working on a game-plan. After a half hour of discussion, the plan was made. Tomorrow at 9:00 PM, you plan on having 2 guards at any of the entrances in a wide circumference of that sewer system. The Knights will coordinate, and be positioned around the building, a building or two away, without their plate armor. More guards will be positioned closer in common attire, to help alleviate any suspicion. Jovie will be on the rooftop adjacent of the corner building, a few guards on other rooftops, just in case. Vulcuran and Thorin will take the lead of the battering ram and rush the building. Guards will be at all the windows ready to jump in or take out any coming out. 4 more guards will follow Vulcuran and Thorin.
Vulcuran: VUL: This has to be highly coordinated. We can’t just gather people at the door ledges and have a shit ton of common folk just miraculously wandering around the building.
DMaster: Everyone nods their head and a few tap their chins or rub them.
THOR: We need to have one central place, I know it’s a bit risky, but it is the only way we can truly coordinate. We all gather, they respectfully leave to our spot. We should know how long it takes to get there. Then as everyone is counting down, when we all reach zero, Vulc and I will blast the door open and head in with the guards.
The King is looking over the blue prints.
JER: That seems to be the best option, we just will not linger at the coordinated spot, we will meet and keep it to 3 minutes, no more. Then everyone disperses to where they have to go. Then it goes down.
A few more things are discussed, and then they decide to meet at a guard house tomorrow evening. Planning a ruse to make it look like they were working on something other than a siege.
Vulcuran: Say goodbye to them all. Thinking. What the hell is going on? Instead of getting ready for a court, or a meeting or hell tipping a few at Fycons, I am here planning a siege of one of our buildings in the City. Shake my head, head to the Dining hall.
DMaster: DM Condensing. The rest of the day goes on like normal. A good dinner is had, albeit quiet. Takes the rest of the evening to start in on a new book, relaxing in his room that eventually ends with him dozing off.
Wedmak (wednesday) 7:00 AM
DMaster: You wake up by the crier. I little stiff (heh heh) from sleeping weird.
Vulcuran: Do my morning routine. Knowing I have to do some Court today since it was pushed off yesterday. I think.
DMaster: Right on que as you walk out of your room, Vatikus is standing there
VAT: M’Lord, Ummm…
Vulcuran: Put my hand on his shoulder.
VUL: Vatikus, you don’t have to be afraid every time you come to my room reminding me of things. I know I can be a bit forgetful.
Chuckle a little, guide him down the hallway.
VUL: Let me get something to eat and I will be in the Throne room right after, ok?
Give him a smile.
DMaster: His shrunken demeanor perks up and he smiles wide.
VAT: Yes, M’lord, I will have everything ready to go then!
Vulcuran: Nod my head and head into the Kitchens.
DMaster: He runs off and you walk into the Kitchens. As almost a tradition now, the King glances over to you, smirks and motions you to sit with him.
Vulcuran: Go grab my food and head to the table sit down.
DMaster: Looking up from the scroll.
JER: Eggs are fantastic today…
Then back to the scroll, smirk on his face.
Vulcuran: Shovel in some eggs.
VUL: Yeah. Tastes… great.
As some of the eggs come out, giggle a little and wipe my mouth.
DMaster: JER: Big day today, to say I got sleep last night would be a lie. Hope you got some good rest.
Vulcuran: Nod head, still eating. Much more etiquette than before.
VUL: Actually I did. Slept a little weird, but it was good.
DMaster: The King sighs, and pushes his plate away since he was finished.
JER: With everything you have been through your life, I guess this is just… another day in the life.
Vulcuran: Give him an odd look.
VUL: Jer, bud, you have seen more than your fair share of combat… hell maybe more than me or Plugr.
DMaster: You go to continue but he nods and scoffs.
JER: Yeah, but its been… a long while since I have. What was my normal is now uncertainty and anxiety. I worry for my people and…
He stops and chuckles.
JER: Anyways (sighs) Seems like everything is lining up. The only outside factor is if they have caught wind of this yet. I almost wished we did it yesterday.
Vulcuran: Nod head.
VUL: Me too but Jovie was finishing up a few things and our intel on the building will be in shortly.
DMaster: Smiling and also nodding his head.
JER: Good, good. We will go over it immediately then.
Vulcuran: Shake head, finish up my food.
VUL: Can’t, I have court today. The worst kind, disputes and the like.
DMaster: JER: Damn, OK. I will be in shortly after. We can go to Fycons and go over it.
Vulcuran: Smile and push my plate away.
VUL: I’ll never say no to Fycons!
DMaster: You finish up and head to the Throne room. People in the entry way, waiting their turn, arguing and angry faces.
Vulcuran: Sigh, wish there was a better way to do this. Head inside.
DMaster: DM Condensing: You head inside and the session starts. You get through all of them, despite the King waiting a bit to get with you.
Vulcuran: Finish up, hand over the papers to Vatikus and head out into the entryway looking for the King.
DMaster: He is talking with Carol, laughing a little. He glances over.
JER: Vulc, you ready now?
Carol smiles, nods to you a little.
CAR: I only stopped because I heard this wild beast… growling.
The King shakes his head playfully and snorts.
CAR: Come to find out it was the Kings stomach!
You all exchange pleasantries and head to Fycons, just you and the King.
Vulcuran: Walk with the King smiling a bit, hands behind my back.
DMaster: You get to Fycons and it is a bit busy being around High Sun. Of course you get taken in right away and seated in the back like usual. Jeramiah requested a room alone.
JER: Having this little lunch party leads credence’s to our little scandal of… what did Thorin say, you getting your first nut-sack hair?
Vulcuran: Burst out laughing, grabbing the menu and starting to look.
DMaster: You glance up from your menu and there stands Meadow, blushing a little, tilting her head.
MEA: Umm, good day to you both my name is Meadow and I will be your… server.
The King double takes and snorts a little, gives her a warm smile.
JER: Meadow, how nice it is to see you again.
She smiles wide with the comment by the King and you remember she was in awe at how down to earth he was. She curtsies.
Vulcuran: VUL: Hmm. Meadow.
Furry my brow.
VUL: Like a gorgeous field of flowers on the most perfect summer day?
DMaster: Her mouth open a little, face flushing more.
MEA: You could… uhh, say that.
King smiling ear to ear shaking his head softly.
JER: Meadow my dear, we do need some privacy, so I am asking that you and you alone be allowed back here ok?
Vulcuran: Give her a smile and a wink.
DMaster: She gets a bit flustered and nods her head to the King.
MEA: Of course, I will let everyone know.
You two order and she is off. King looks over to you with a raised eyebrow.
Vulcuran: VUL: She is an amazing girl. By all rights she should kicked me in the nuts and tell me to go fly a kite.
Chuckle a bit, giving the King a look back.
DMaster: JER: Oh? Sounds painful.
Vulcuran: VUL: How many times I stood her up, how I have barely spoke to her afterwards.
Shrug shoulders and sigh.
DMaster: He nods his head.
JER: She knows you are very busy, and important.
The King pauses a moment smirks and clams up. In walks meadow and drops off the drinks you ordered.
Vulcuran: Take her hand and smile.
VUL: How have you been? I am sorry I have not visited, it has been really crazy.
DMaster: Still blushing she nods to you.
MEA: Taking care of your shit huh?
She chuckles after that statement.
Vulcuran: Give her a nod.
VUL: You can say that. Hey why don’t we see the new play tomorrow night at the playhouse? I heard it was good.
DMaster: Her eyes get big and she smiles.
MEA: Sounds perfect, I am off of work too!
Vulcuran: VUL: It’s a date, I will swing by around 4 and we can catch a quick bite at… Fycons, before hand.
Snickers.
DMaster: Her face loses her smile and she shakes her head playfully.
MEA: Uhh, no. I will decline that part.
Meadow laughs. She squeezes your hand and heads out. Jeramiah glances over to you, smile fading.
JER: So Jovie got us everything, we have the report from the night patrols.
Vulcuran: Give him a look.
VUL: Night Patrols?
DMaster: Nodding his head.
JER: We had a few knights masquerade as 1 and 2 stars making patrols past the building. Nothing different or unusual.
He pauses, sighs.
JER: Nothing. No one coming, going, or indifferent. They must use the upper sewer tunnels to get around the City. I would love to have us scope out all the exits of these sewers before hand, but we can’t risk it. Though we will have everyone covered tonight.
Vulcuran: Nod my head to him.
VUL: I think we have everything covered, the only problem left is…
DMaster: Jeramiah sinks his shoulders.
Vulcuran: VUL: If they have anyone out and about in the City.
Take a drink and push my napkin around the table.
DMaster: The King nods and smiles.
JER: Yeah Jovie thought of that too.
He chuckles glancing at you from the corner of his eye.
JER: You two work good together, she has been quite a find. Though Thorin can’t stand her.
Vulcuran: Nod head
VUL: Yeah, she talks to much and that annoys him.
DMaster: Jeramiah glances over with a confused look.
JER: Has Thorin ever listened to Thorin babble on?
Vulcuran: VUL: Apparently not.
Laugh.
DMaster: Meadow comes in and delivers the food. You two make googly eyes at each other and you and the King have a nice meal. You leave a generous tip, meet with Meadow at the side of the table as the king raises his eyebrow and leaves the room. You two kiss for a minute, and then you head back. DM Condensing: The day drags on and on, you have a few hours with Vatikus signing off on papers, much to his delight. Then have a quick dinner in the Kitchens. Go over your gear for the hundredth time. This time you will be in your battle armor, not the thief. Finally a knock on your door.
Vulcuran: Open the door, in full gear ready to go.
DMaster: Thorin smirks and nods his head.
THOR: Guess you are ready huh? It’s about time. It is almost sunken-sun.
Vulcuran: Nod head and close my door, follow him through the castle.
DMaster: You take a odd route, down through the storage basement and out the side of the Castle. Guards give you an odd look, but Thorin just nods at them. You end at a guard house, in a back room with no one there.
THOR: I am going to go give the word. Then be back here. After that, we head directly to McDermotts.
Vulcuran: Nod my head, sit in a chair and wait. Try not to make a noise in case a guard would come in. Deep in thought, thinking what might happen.
DMaster: After a few minutes, that felt like a month, he pokes his head in the backdoor.
THOR: Time to go!
Vulcuran: Follow him out and walk to McDermotts.
DMaster: The City is in it’s usual state, a decent amount of people out and about. You head to the area and Thorin is now telling people to clear out. Another guard a long ways off is also doing the same alerting Thorin, it’s go time. Two four star guards walk over with what appears to be a battering ram.
Vulcuran: Hold out my hands.
VUL: Hold up, that is the back up.
DMaster: Thorin gives you a weird look.
THOR: Huh?
Vulcuran: Walk to the door, listen. All while grabbing my picks.
DMaster: You hear nothing but Thorins breathing behind you.
Vulcuran: VUL: You breathe like a donkey Captain…
Say that with a smirk on my face. Pick the lock.
DMaster: DM: Rolls a 22.
Ping, it opens. Quietly.
Vulcuran: Motion for the guards to put down the ram, and get ready. Put my hand to Thorins shoulder. Then pull out my blade.
VUL: Let’s just see if they will come with us quietly…
DMaster: Thorin puts his hands up, wide eyes.
THOR: What the hell Vulc! You are just free-balling right now!
He says softly but with a hiss. The room is pretty dark and there is another heavy curtain in the middle of the room, and some light shining underneath.
Vulcuran: Creep to the curtain, open the curtain with my sword to look in.
DMaster: Three men are at a table, with one candle lit. They seem to be going over things, non-chalant like. They slowly turn their head to you, wide eyes.
Vulcuran: VUL: Evening. What are the chances that you guys would like to come with us… quietly?