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Grim shrugged. The bigger the other targets, the better for me, he thought. But aloud he simply said, "Your call, officer. Just remember, if you're flashing the badge, be prepared to back it up."
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DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
The walk to the warehouse district wa uneventful. There are few people here. Just lots of large buildings, some of them a few stories tall. The buildings are also somewhat close to each other, although not so close that a human can jump from rooftop to rooftop. Aria's information shows that the WC owns a few buildings close to the center of the district.
Before they went, Amber decided it might be best to bring her cloak. At first she had considered leaving it, since if a fight broke out it would look bad on the Warden's, but then she remembered something. The White Court probably already knew about her, so not having it wouldn't remove any consequences, yet wearing it might add some deterrence from any fights as a big reminder.
"Okay, according to the map there are more than one place here where he could be hiding and we don't really have a good way of knowing where it is. So, it's either trial-and-error or we can try some super-senses?"
Looks at Grim
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"I really wish we had something of the little girls...that would make this so much easier." Amber said with a sigh as she looked down at the ugly Warden robe. Why couldn't the Warden's have something better looking as a symbol?
Grim dropped to the ground and listening carefully. Then he said in a low deadpan voice. "Covered wagon pass by here. Two horses, one with rock in shoe. Driver wear hat, wife wear checkered shawl." Looking up at the others, he stared sadly. "Me not hear that ... them run over me an hour ago."
Rising to his feet, Grim grinned, the smile extending in that eerie way he had, showing entirely too much teeth and stretching way too far. Then he starts to scan the building up ahead, sniffing deeply and listening intently as the others waited.
Spoiler
Awareness check: (4d3-3)[6]
Supernatural Senses include See in the Dark, Ears like a Cat, and Smells Magic
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DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
Grim doesn't notice anything at first. there's certainly no magic to be sniffed out. But after making a few passes between the buildings owned by the WC, he thinks he smells...hmm...this is wierd. He smells...meat? Slightly decayed meat? It comes from a nearby building with no windows.
Grim paused after a few moments, then turned towards a windowless building to the side, sniffing the air again. Frowning slightly, he motioned to the others to follow him as he carefully walked down one of the streets, occassionally sniffing. After they turned one more corner, he nodded to himself.
"I don't know exactly what it is, but if I had to make a guess, I'd say there's rotting meat in there." Glancing over at Brando, he smirked. "I'm surprised you aren't drooling already ..."
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DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
Brando gives his stuff for Grim to carry and then starts stripping down. No cloth would survive this transformation. Once it's done, he begins the process. He had done it enough times before to make the whole thing automatic
First he lets his beast spirit begin to change his mind and body. He was a particularly odd case in that. During points of his life his spirit had been the one of a Tiger, later one of a Lion. And then, they got blended into just one thing. Which is what he reached for
As he crouches, snarling a bit, and draws mass and size from the Nevernever. By the time the whole thing is done, he looks very much like a lion with some faint tiger strips in his torso. Some extra hair around the neck and head that looked like a mane. Yes, he looked like a lion with some extra. That is if lions had almost 14 feet and weighted a thousand pounds.
In his new form, Brando searchs for the door. Things got fun now
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"Don't touch the door...let me check for wards with the Sight." She says as she takes a deep breath. "It might be a magic trap so opening my sight will be risky. Make sure to keep me covered." She said looking at the two for confirmation before opening her sight. This was a team and she didn't want to go testing things if anyone disagreed.
Grim shrugged at the Warden's warning. "Knock yourself out." He figured he would have 'sniffed' the trap out, but better safe than sorry. Besides, taking unnecessary chances wasn't really his style.
Stepping back, he turned to watch their backs, scanning the streets for signs of unwanted attention.
Spoiler
OOC - Sorry ... forgot to respond to Amber's post earlier!
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DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
Amber's Lore and Discipline are good enough that she doesn't even to roll to understand what she sees and to close her Sight afterwards. This building appears to be similar to all the surrounding buildings. There's really nothing special about it to her Sight. She doesn't detect anything special supernaturally with the door either.
Well, that's what I get waiting for the others to act ... I should've responded at some point
Grim nodded absently as the three of them stood and stared at the door for a long moment. After what seemed like an eternity, Grim glanced at his two companions with an expectant look.
"Um ... I suppose we should open it, eh?" Taking a few moments to listen at the door, Grim reached down and opened it up.
"Here's Johnny ..."
Spoiler
Awareness check: (4d3-3)[4]
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DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
Brando growls a bit, and begins to quickly wag his tail instinctively. He hopes to it's enough to tell his friends to back off from the door
He prepares to charge. Legs bent, about to initiate a small spring
And so he does. As he approaches the door Brando jumps, poucing into the door with all his might
Spoiler
Attempt to break the door, currently, my Might is Great (+4). Hulking Size adds +2 to attemps to break or lift and another +3 from Inhuman Strength (if they stack)
So, Might at +9 (4d3+1)[12]
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The bonuses indeed do stack. Just remember that your Size can negatively affect you as well.
With a loud CRASH, the metal double-doors literally EXPLODE inwards, off its hinges. As the warped doors land with a metallic 'clang', you see what can only be described as 'male-model'-attractive young man with stylish shades and pale skin. In stark contrast next to him is a hunch-shouldered, grey-skinned monstrosity covered in short, wiry hairs. This figure has the features of a mix of hyena, baboons, and man. It has big, strong muscles, ridiculously long arms, and sharp claws on its fingers.
Shackled to the floor by her ankles and waist via heavy manacles is a crying little girl, who is looking away from a corpse of a human next to her.
The man and the monster look at the inbound liger, temporarily surprised.
The man smiles and says, "You have no official business here. If you attack me, you are in violation of the Accords. The kine are not in your jurisdiction."
Spoiler
Would any of you like to roll Lore to try to learn more about the monster?
Amber is quiet as she glares and tries to think of what to do. One on hand she couldn't just walk away and let them torture a child, but if she started a war she'd be in huge trouble.
"Are you so sure about that?" She ask crossing her arms and hoping to bluff, "You clearly don't know who that child is do you?"
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