"Well, we could go to the Black Dragon's... Foods pretty good there, at least the stuff that ain't poison." Jasper says, giving her a light kiss on the cheek before rolling onto the ground, reaching out to try and hold her hand in his.
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In a dream I found a place
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and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Jasper glances up at the stars, then back down at Legion, his grin distinctly mischievous now. "Yeah, or.... We could find out what the cuisine's like on other planets. I've always kinda wanted to that. Just pick a star in the sky and go there, see what it's like..."
I sincerely hope he's joking and understands that stars are not, in fact, planets, but giant clouds of fire and lava. Otherwise he's probably going to get himself killed.
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Legion, thankfully having been a student of modern science, gives Jasper a little smirk. "Uh... probably really cold. And dark. Sorta hard to breath." She's finding it hard not to make fun of him. The laughter creeps into her voice.
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In a dream I found a place
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and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
"Well, yeah, but- but I'd go to one of the bright ones! Those can't be cold, because, well, because they're shiny!" Jasper says, trying to sound scientific about it. Not easy, considering he was born in civil war times, and doesn't really have much academic knowledge. He can drive a car or operate a computer, and he can certainly use modern firearms, but scientific theory is well out of his field of expertise.
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Legion breaks down in a short fit of giggles. He sounds like a toddler who got too big for his britches. "Those... those are a little too warm, actually. I'm pretty sure we'd just burn alive." She smiles at him. "You don't know much about space, huh?"
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In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Yep, he's got a ship, and a fairly tough one, at that.
He grins, and says "So, they would be mostly helpless against an attack from above by a heavily armed and armored vehicle?"
"The walls and defenses their-in wouldn't likely be able to stop it, but some of the more powerful of the guard may give you trouble. Then there's the problem that I've got positive confirmation on EtherAin successfully contracting mercenaries. So I have no idea what to expect from them."
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EtherAin Manor (Quarters -> Lord's Room)
Jakob has rested about all he possibly can without going into a coma, and paced even longer than that, but finally his slow, slow, unbelieveably slow brain has come up with a way to contribute to the war effort.
So he marches up to Lord EtherAin confidently, unless any of the servants come across him first. Either way, he'll address whoever he finds, "Jakob requires a large axe. I have idea that will aid us in the coming fight."
(Probably found his way, just for plot convenience.)
Lord EtherAin looks thoughtful for a second. "I think we do have a larger axe in the armoury..." He nods to himself. "What do you need it for?"
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EtherAin Manor
Quinn follows the steward.
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EtherAin Manor
Molodai follows, studying their surroundings carefully.
They both are led through pristine white halls until they reach a large room with flowers around... And a chair. A scholarly elf is sitting in the chair. And Jakob's there, talking to him.
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The See-er lets out a yelp as he's pulled through the portal.
Turiel quickly ties him up and gags him. Enchanting the ropes to bind him tightly, and to warn him if he escapes. That done he quickly moves back to the village, hissing through the gate at his 'partner'.
"I've got a hostage." Before moving back into the nearby undergrowth.
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"So, tell me more about their guard. What sorts of abilities do they have?"
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Damn you and your comprehensive understanding of synergistic tactics. :|
Molodai looks between the two men, then steps forward and hops up on Lord EtherAin's desk. "Am here for job." The translation sometimes gets jumbled, even with magic.
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In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
(Probably found his way, just for plot convenience.)
Lord EtherAin looks thoughtful for a second. "I think we do have a larger axe in the armoury..." He nods to himself. "What do you need it for?"
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They both are led through pristine white halls until they reach a large room with flowers around... And a chair. A scholarly elf is sitting in the chair. And Jakob's there, talking to him.
Jakob smiles, thoroughy amused by what appears to be an exiteable fae coming out of nowhere. "My brothers tell me that when I find myself without something to do, I should cut wood. I will cut wood around the manor, so that your enemies cannot get too close under cover of treeline. Then, when they arrive, I will throw trees at them. Is two-fold plan, yes?"
Jakob will attempt to ruffle Molodai's hair, it seems he's uncommonly taken with the little fae. It is clear to him that she's copying his manner of speech. Of course, the fact that she has never heard him speak puts the lie to this, but that concept is a bit beyond him.
Molodai looks between the two men, then steps forward and hops up on Lord EtherAin's desk. "Am here for job." The translation sometimes gets jumbled, even with magic.
Quinn flies onto Molodai's head. He's light enough that she probably can't feel him.
"So am I!"
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I'm not sure how literal or damaging that is, but Fade will find that the lantern girl does not have a shadow. This implies that she is undead or some such other nonsense. The other three trolls notice Fade quickly, but only the lantern troll gets to attack. She swings her lantern, spinning around. Green fire spews forth, creating a ring of flames around her.
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Well if I had knew that befor (should be obviously) he wouldn't have done this. So Fade jumps back to avoid the flames, but out of the floor comes a giant shadow hand that tries to squeeze her then.
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Grabbing the energy bolt was probably a bad idea. The moment the shadow catches it, the missile explodes in a violent burst of radiation, quite likely dispelling any nearby magic in the process. Which may or may not include the shadow.
"Leave! There are more guarding this village, and they'll be here soon!" The leader shouts, and Fade might notice vines growing out of the ground around his feet, trying to grab him and hold him in place long enough for reinforcements to arrive. The others have stopped firing though, as their bullets are obviously having no effect.
The See-er lets out a yelp as he's pulled through the portal.
Hamlet
I never said I grap it and I can't really ready anything simular in my post so that doesn't happen. The spell she uses changes the target of a spell which means changing the direction of the spell without provoking the effect of the spell.
And Fade avoids the veins in an easy way. He just goes on walking through the leader silent.
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"I know plenty about space!" Jasper protests, indignant, despite knowing full well that although he does know an awful lot about space, most of what he knows is incorrect or just plain wrong. "I can name every constellation by memory....
... Or, well, I could if this was earth.
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"So, tell me more about their guard. What sorts of abilities do they have?"
"There are, amongst them, at least one rockets specialist who can deal in surface to air weaponry, and several snipers. Depending on how armoured your ship is all over, they could be extremely dangerous. Then there are the energy manipulators." FeyClaw shrugs, obviously not knowing as much about the energy manipulators as he'd like.
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[EtherAin Manor - Lord's Room]
Molodai looks between the two men, then steps forward and hops up on Lord EtherAin's desk. "Am here for job." The translation sometimes gets jumbled, even with magic.
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Jakob smiles, thoroughy amused by what appears to be an exiteable fae coming out of nowhere. "My brothers tell me that when I find myself without something to do, I should cut wood. I will cut wood around the manor, so that your enemies cannot get too close under cover of treeline. Then, when they arrive, I will throw trees at them. Is two-fold plan, yes?"
Jakob will attempt to ruffle Molodai's hair, it seems he's uncommonly taken with the little fae. It is clear to him that she's copying his manner of speech. Of course, the fact that she has never heard him speak puts the lie to this, but that concept is a bit beyond him.
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Quinn flies onto Molodai's head. He's light enough that she probably can't feel him.
"So am I!"
Lord EtherAin actually seems slightly surprised by the fairy on Molodai's head, but nods anyways. "Does [Reasonable Sum of Money] sound fair to you?" He asks before addressing Jakob. "You've permission to put that plan into motion." He replies, seeming to just slightly twitch his mouth in a frown. He doesn't particularly like the idea of destroying trees, natural elven tendancies and all that, but he can see the logic behind the idea.
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Well if I had knew that befor (should be obviously) he wouldn't have done this. So Fade jumps back to avoid the flames, but out of the floor comes a giant shadow hand that tries to squeeze her then.
I could nitpick on this, but I will not.
The giant should have no trouble grabbing her... if her can do so through the large amounts of supernatural flame around her.
The chakram guy throws one of his weapons at fade, and the fellow with the generator fires a large arc of energy toward him. The girl with the spiked boxing gloves throws herself into the giant shadow. She is much stronger than she looks... and obviously has a lot of experience killing things. Even things may times her own size.
Lord EtherAin actually seems slightly surprised by the fairy on Molodai's head, but nods anyways. "Does [Reasonable Sum of Money] sound fair to you?" He asks before addressing Jakob. "You've permission to put that plan into motion." He replies, seeming to just slightly twitch his mouth in a frown. He doesn't particularly like the idea of destroying trees, natural elven tendancies and all that, but he can see the logic behind the idea.
EtherAin Manor
Jakob is a bit thick, and doesn't notice any discomfort the Lord may be experiencing. He's used to dealing with overt emotions, like uncontrolled bloodlust, or the satisfaction that comes from being the last to stand upon a field of broken enemies. You know, everyday stuff.
Unless impeded, Jakob will comandeer a servant, (by picking him up by his shirt) and ask for directions to the armory. Assuming he gets the axe without trouble, he'll leave the Manor to begin chopping at the surrounding forest. Of course, if any of the other mercs or the Lord wish to say something to him, there is ample time before he attempts to leave.
He is... efficient at this. Depending on how much time is left before the fight, whole acres could potentially be cleared in a semi-circle between the two Estates.
((Also, how close was the edge of the forest to the walls of EtherAin to begin with? Just for my own visualization purposes.))
"There are, amongst them, at least one rockets specialist who can deal in surface to air weaponry, and several snipers. Depending on how armoured your ship is all over, they could be extremely dangerous. Then there are the energy manipulators." FeyClaw shrugs, obviously not knowing as much about the energy manipulators as he'd like.
He frowns.
"The rocket specialist might be dangerous, but the snipers shouldn't be a problem. As for the energy manipulators, I can't make a judgment without knowing more."
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Damn you and your comprehensive understanding of synergistic tactics. :|
"Yes!" Molodai proclaims, throwing her arms up a little, clearly quite excited to get started.
River
"Maybe I oughta take you to my Earth sometime. That sounds really cool." Legion looks at the currently blue sky, wondering what sorts of constellations can be seen here. "I dunno. I'm not sure we need to visit other planets to have a good time."
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In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Approaching is a man, five foot ten tall and built like he was carved out of stone, dressed in an austere business suit, shiny black combat boots, sunglasses and a paisley tie. His face is a mass of scars, his teeth capped with metal due to decay, black hair clipped to a buzzcut. At his side, worn quite visibly, is a SIG P226 pistol, a machete slightly better concealed under his jacket. In short, he looks like a professional killer, because that's exactly what he is.
What is less apparent is that the man is dead as a doornail, a fact well hidden by a tiny gold lapel pin in the shape of a four leaf clover pinned to his downturned collar, which is enchanted with a powerful illusion to conceal his undead nature. No one likes zombies, after all, not even the intelligent ones.
Scanning the area for hidden snipers as he walks, the killer for hire strides up to the gates and knocks politely, doing his best not to look too eager to murder people. Funny thing about mercenaries is, people expect them to kill for money, but also expect them not to be complete psychopaths. It's right hypocritical, it is.
River
"True, but it'd be darn funny to mess with some aliens, maybe carve symbols into their crops or something." Jasper's doing much the same, trying to make out patterns amidst the jumble of tiny, far away stars. "Do you think they've named all these yet? It would be pretty cool to have a pair of stars named after us. Much better than a tattoo with your name on it, in my opinion. Although I have always wanted to get a tattoo..."
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"I think a tattoo would help with the whole... grizzled thing you have going." Legion gestures at him vaguely. "As for stars... I doubt it. But I wouldn't know which ones to pick." Since I'm not sure on the time of day, we'll say it's evening. Mary studies the motes of light curiously.
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In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Somewhere around dusk, probably, when the stars are just starting to show.
"It's called "rugged handsomeness" m'lady, and it's part and parcel of bein born in the wild west." Jasper says jokingly. "And the main reason I don't have a tattoo is because I can't decide what to get. Maybe a rabbit kickboxing a snake?"
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Legion grins. "Oh, I'm sure that'd help with the rugged look." The Lady rolls over a little to look at him better. "You could get a military-style one. Y'know, since you were in the army."
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In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Jakob is a bit thick, and doesn't notice any discomfort the Lord may be experiencing. He's used to dealing with overt emotions, like uncontrolled bloodlust, or the satisfaction that comes from being the last to stand upon a field of broken enemies. You know, everyday stuff.
Unless impeded, Jakob will comandeer a servant, (by picking him up by his shirt) and ask for directions to the armory. Assuming he gets the axe without trouble, he'll leave the Manor to begin chopping at the surrounding forest. Of course, if any of the other mercs or the Lord wish to say something to him, there is ample time before he attempts to leave.
He is... efficient at this. Depending on how much time is left before the fight, whole acres could potentially be cleared in a semi-circle between the two Estates.
((Also, how close was the edge of the forest to the walls of EtherAin to begin with? Just for my own visualization purposes.))
If not interrupted by a PC, he commandeers the servant, finds the axe, and gets to work clearing the area around the Manor.
(Well, it was kind actually ON some trees, as well as being next to some trees, so it was pretty damn close.)
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EtherAin Manor
Quinn is slightly confused by Lord EtherAin's question.
"...fair for what?"
Quinn doesn't seem to fully understand what a mercenary contract is.
Or what a mercenary is, for that matter.
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EtherAin Manor
"Yes!" Molodai proclaims, throwing her arms up a little, clearly quite excited to get started.
The Lord nods at Molodai before raising an eyebrow at Quinn. "For the Mercenary contract."
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He frowns.
"The rocket specialist might be dangerous, but the snipers shouldn't be a problem. As for the energy manipulators, I can't make a judgment without knowing more."
The Lord shrugs with some annoyance. "Just like they don't know much about my own guard, I can't be sure of much information about their guard. We've been fighting so long that such precautions are natural."
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FeyClaw Manor
Approaching is a man, five foot ten tall and built like he was carved out of stone, dressed in an austere business suit, shiny black combat boots, sunglasses and a paisley tie. His face is a mass of scars, his teeth capped with metal due to decay, black hair clipped to a buzzcut. At his side, worn quite visibly, is a SIG P226 pistol, a machete slightly better concealed under his jacket. In short, he looks like a professional killer, because that's exactly what he is.
What is less apparent is that the man is dead as a doornail, a fact well hidden by a tiny gold lapel pin in the shape of a four leaf clover pinned to his downturned collar, which is enchanted with a powerful illusion to conceal his undead nature. No one likes zombies, after all, not even the intelligent ones.
Scanning the area for hidden snipers as he walks, the killer for hire strides up to the gates and knocks politely, doing his best not to look too eager to murder people. Funny thing about mercenaries is, people expect them to kill for money, but also expect them not to be complete psychopaths. It's right hypocritical, it is.
Pity a lot of them are complete psychopaths. After a few moments the door will open, and the wizened elf will peek out to see who it is. "You're here for the Mercenary contract?" He asks in a voice at contrast with the ugly sort of look.
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"Well, duh. Not like there's any other reasons to be in this pisspot back end of the woods, is there? And considerin how you've been goin about advertising, I doubt you have a single merc capable of finding his own *** without a map, much less helping you outta whatever hole you dug yourself into, so you should be glad I'm here." The undead mercenary winks, sticking his foot in the door and holding out his hand to shake. "The name's Danish, cause me parents assumed I would grow up to be as sweet as me namesake, and I'm a professional killer for hire."
River
"That might work. Our emblem was a burning pig with wings, and somehow I doubt that many people have a tattoo of that." Jasper grins, tracing an incredibly poorly-drawn pig in the dirt as he thinks. Art is another skill that he never particularly acquired.
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If not interrupted by a PC, he commandeers the servant, finds the axe, and gets to work clearing the area around the Manor.
(Well, it was kind actually ON some trees, as well as being next to some trees, so it was pretty damn close.)
If they wish to stop him, they'll have to make it a walking conversation, because he's already on the move.
Alright, well he'll begin a routine of grabbing a tree in one hand, swinging the axe once diagonally to the base of the tree, and hauling the ruined trunk off the ground, leaving a stump and a crater behind as he hauls his new projectile back to the Manor, to be stacked by the wall with the others. He does this tirelessly and without pause until he's called upon. The exact amount of trees cut will depend on the amount of time left before the fight, but there should be at least one to two acres of cleared land between the house and the edge of the forest.
The land left over is torn and ragged, and should be difficult for a troop of soldiers to travel over by design.
((Bladescape, it's up to you to decide how much time it will take before fighting breaks out, but Jakob is expecting a servant to interrupt him at the first sign of hostilities.))
"Soooo... what do I do?" Molodai asks, waiting for orders.
River
Legion laughs. "Hah! I think it fits." She watches him draw the pig with a lighthearted smile. "And you'd be surprised. Where do you wanna get it?"
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In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
"Hmmm... I dunno... Maybe my shoulder?" Jasper says, adding wings and a poor imitation of fire to the piggy sketch. He thinks for a moment. "Why don't you decide?"
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Legion gives a dry chuckle, rolling over to put her arms around him. "Mm... Okay. But don't complain when you've got a flaming pig tattooed on you butt." She may or may not be joking. Hard to tell.
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In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
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