"The Six from Shadow" (IC)

[Mordokai]

At this last statement, Synia visually bristles with anger. It's quite a weird sight, seeing an always calm and collected bard angry. "Do not underestimate our enemies! Many good plans have been laid low by doing that and I'll not have this one be one of the failures!"

[Denomar]

Mordrent chuckles, a deep rich sound made all the odder through the quality of not having air involved.

"So, the maid has some steel after all."

[Grim ranger]

"Enough of this" Cynath says, his tone stinging like a lash from a whip as he makes a short motion with his hand. "You all know that awaits each and every one of us if we will be foolish enough to turn on one another when there is still world out there ready to destroy us all". The eyes of the elf are practically flowing with anger for a moment before he settles down.

"In any case", he continues, rubbing his masked chin in thoughtful gesture "it could well be a lure, but the knights are not stupid. I wonder if this is the reason the guild wanted us in the city...if it is, I think we will be hearing from them shortly. Still, even if it is just a conincidence, I believe I would like to see this execution".

[Denomar]

They spend half a day trying to get me to 'lighten up' and now this....

Mordrent raises his hands in a gesture of supplication.

"Indeed. I would like to see my enemy as well. If not for the entertainment, then at least to see there methods. I am the Walking Death, I may not dance, but I'm not stupid."

[Mordokai]

"Maid, Mordent? I am nobody's servant, of that you can be sure."

[Grim ranger]

Not even paying attention anymore to the beginnings of new, heated argument, the elf folds his arms. "So which of us shall go there? I can handle myself, and to be blunt I won't be risking anything for those guild pawns".

[Denomar]

Completely oblivious to how insulting he has been Mordrent ***** his head to one side.

"Maid, maiden, woman, Master Cho'sul did not provide a complete thesaurus but that is the correct term no?"

Mordrent then goes off to find himself some quiet space to clean his armor and weaponry and generally pass the time until the execution or the meeting at the library. He doesn't shut himself away though, It wouldn't do if his charges were put in danger.

[Mordokai]

"I guess it comes close enough..." She can't really begrudge Mordent. In a way, him being direct as he is, it's almost refreshing. She then turns to Cynath. "You're not going alone and that's that. Either me or Donovan could escort you. We're both good at covering ourselves and two set of eyes see more then just one. I guess it's just a matter of your own preference. Who would you like more to go with you?"

[Eiko]

"If you want discrete then I'd happily volunteer, I'm sure I can think of a face suitable to the occasion. I'm sure the ever delightful Synia could be trusted for the same level of disgression. If we really must have more then at least pick someone with some training in stealth, but really I doubt this is a trap; or at the most its not a very good one."

[Grim ranger]

"I do not care one way or the other" he replies in neutral tone, drawing his rapier and checking the capsules installed to the grip just below the blade, hidden from sight by armguard. "If it turns out to be a trap, I will sneak or fight my way out of it. I do intend to watch from suitable distance, of course, so that should not be much of a threat".

[Mordokai]

"Then it's settled. Donovan, will you be our company? I would like to take Mordent as well, but I don't think it's a smart idea. Somehow, he always seem to draw attention to himself... no offence meant Mordent."

[DragonOfUndeath]

Pelak walks in brushing at a stain on his clothes. "Stupid bloody oven! Oh hi guys. Who was at the door and do you need the body turned to ash?"

[Grim ranger]

"No, we don't need anything burned right now" Cynath says pointedly, withdrawing a vial from the depths of his Haversack as well as small funnel. "Before we go, I think I will need to change my attire slightly... these clothes might stand out somewhat in daytime" he says casually, opening the vial and carefully using the funnel to fill one of the capsules of his rapier with miniscule part of it's deadly contents before closing it, taking out next, different vial and repeating the procedure. It is all good and well that he has the option of poison aviable if it becomes necessary... And to be able to choose from three different poisons is even better.

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Filling the weapon capsules of the rapier now, with Banelar Essence Poison, Bloodroot Poison and Quickspark respectively.

[Denomar]

Up the stairs, around the corner, in the simple room that once housed Cho'sul's majordomo Mordrent took a moment to himself.

Piece by piece he removed the iron grey armor that was practically a second skin. Laying them on the thin carpet beside each other in a neat row. Painstakingly Mordrent began to clean.

First the breastplate: Still unmarked after so many years, the craftsmanship held intact by potent sorceries. The armor would never rust but the act of polishing it until its inner light veritably shone always soothed Mordrent.

Next, the bracers, these had not passed the years as cleanly. Here a nick, there a dent. One imperfection in particular drew Mordrent's eye. The discoloration where Cho'sul's freezing hand had grasped him. The memory swirled forth uncalled for, of the Lich's dessicated face staring at him and pleading for aid. He had been badly burnt, his right ear had been shorn clean from his face and a good portion of his brow had practically melted under the assaults of Drynwyn's magic and Pelaks fiery sword. Yet the look on Cho'sul's face as he begged for aid still brought a scowl to Mordrent's lips. The words he had said came again unbidden: "This world is for the strong Master, and you are Not".

Cho'sul had seemed untouchable for so long, so comfortable with the power he had wielded it still seemed incredible that he had fallen. Catching his reflection in his pauldron, Mordrent stopped polishing and took in the sight. A young man with skin of the palest blue and pure white eyes stared back at him. "Eternal youth, with no passion, no regrets, and no soul....Its what you always wanted, wasn't it Master?"

With a sigh Mordrent begins to don his armor once more then stops, a slow grin slowly spreading over his features. "Perhaps this calls for a different approach for once."

Taking a handful of gold from his belt, straightening his shirt, and clasping his sword to his waist Mordrent walks down the stairs to rejoin the group.

"Does anyone know where to find a good discrete tailor on short notice?"

[DragonOfUndeath]

"So who was at the door? The thief you took under your wing? It can't have been any authorities or you would have needed some burning. A messenger perhaps?"

[Grim ranger]

"I believe Mordent is more qualified to tell you that than I am" he replies and returns the vials and funnel back into his haversack, making couple of swings with the rapier before re-sheathing it. "For now, I think I need a change of clothing. Excuse me" he mutters and pulls complete set of travelling clothes from the haversack, walking to another room and closing the door behind himself to change in peace.

[Mordokai]

Synia asks for some privacy and removes herself to a room far away from others, with an excuse that she needs some time alone if her disguise is to be convincing. When she closes the doors behind herself, she lets out a weary sigh. They have come a long way and yet, from the looks, they have a long way still to walk. And this mission by her demonic patron... what was it? She had a bad feeling about it. But she could dwell on it later. Right now, there are other tasks at hand.

Closing her eyes and concentrating, her features change in a moment notice. Her red hair turn the darkest black, her eyes becoming pools of blue and her skin taking on a pale complexion. It takes but a few second for this to be accomplished, yet she waits another half an hour before emerging from her solitude. Wouldn't do for the others to be suspicious of her...

"What do you think? Convincing enough?"

[DragonOfUndeath]

"Who are you and what are you doing in this mansion? It's perfect Synia. It is you and not one of the others right?

[Grim ranger]

"Could fool me" the rogue says as he re-enters, this time wearing pretty normal-looking travelling clothes in colours of white, green and brown with brown, hooded cloak finishing the look. his face was not masked and shadowed as it usually was, revealing the scar running over his left eyebrow and cheek, narrowly missing the eye itself. His weapons are, as usual, with him, but the dagger is this time hidden and the rapier is carried openly on his belt. The bow is, as usual, stowed across his back. All in all, he looks pretty much like a ranger.

"So, we will be leaving soon?" he asks in a tone much more melodic and clear than his usual, bland and unidentifiable one. "It would be a shame if me missed the entirety of the big execution event, now wouldn't it?"

[DragonOfUndeath]

"Yes it would be a terrible shame if we missed any trap for us OR a mass execution of 6 people. Are you sure WE are the Evil ones here?"

[Grim ranger]

Cynath actually chuckles at that, a sight very, very rarely seen in any given situation. "When those about to be executed are members of the guild? Trust me, they all have it coming big time. It would be actually more evil to just let them live... So I would say we are still the evil ones here"

[DragonOfUndeath]

"If the Guild are as tough as you let on they will probably try a rescue, succeed too probably, we should prepare to run or fight if they try anything near us."

Pelak's flamesword bursts back into being wrapping around his body under his clothes, burning nothing and creating no smoke.

Bending: Burning Blade, Explosion Template (+5DC) Take20
20 +20(Bending skill) +2(day) =42
42 -15(DC) =27
27 -25 =2

Effect: 30Reach Longsword, Every successful attack (AoO, normal etc.) Bull Rushes with a +8, no limit and I don't go with the target.

[3SecondCultist]

As you spend your time planning and conversing, the risen sun moves slowly across the azure sky. As the great bells of the Cathedral of Sirramar sound out the time yet again, you realize you have but an hour to make it to Falcon Square and attend the trial.

[Mordokai]

"I guess we should get going. Does any of you have a shirt or something similar for Mordent? I would offer him some of my clothing, but he's very much of unlady build."

[Grim ranger]

Hearing the bells, Cynath nods to Synia and streches slightly. "It is time for us to be off again it seems, so that we will make it in time. And no, I do not have much in way of spare clothes... Maybe we can get some as we return". He folds his arms and adds in little annoyed note "try to keep infighting down this time around. Where we are going it is not an option. If you have something in your system, wait until we are back and only then settle it. Are we good?".

[3SecondCultist]

An agreement made, Donovan, Synia, and Cynath get themselves to the door and outside. As the three of you begin to make your way through the city streets eastward towards the square, you notice the sheer amount of people. The main streets are like a meatgrinder, crammed with hundreds of individuals from different races, such men, women, elves, dwarves, gnomes, halflings, tieflings, aasimars, and all other sorts of humanoids. Well distributed as well are platoons of guards, bearing the scarlet sword tabard of Solstice.

[Mordokai]

Synia turns her head towards Cynath. "You're the most comfortable around here. I suggest you lead the way."

[Grim ranger]

"Very well" the elf agrees and begins to lead his two companions slowly through the mass of people towards the main event, careful to keep his head bowed enough for the hood to cover his eyes, thus making sure that guards won't notice the trio as they come closer.

[3SecondCultist]

Up ahead, you can see what seems to be a temporary wooden platform. In the background, the great stone wall of the city looms, a shadowed bulwark under the light of Sirramar. The square is full to the brim with people out to see the event, and there are guards everywhere. On top of the platform, four figures stand out. All of them are dressed in what looks to be full plate armor chased in gold, gleaming in the sun. They are all wearing identical cloaks of white linen, emblazoned with a rising sun. They are the Knights-Militant of Sirramar. Beside them, there is a cutting block, and five gallows, hanging like clouds over the grasslands.

[Mordokai]

"Oooh, a beheading combined with hanging? These people are real connoisseurs as far as public executions go. This promises much."