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Cairns on the Wine River [FIN]; [ST05][Signups Closed]
Topic Started: Sat Sep 17, 2016 1:22 pm (8,278 Views)
Arthur
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Arthur paid little attention to the banter of the two lycanthropes as they rode along. His mind was on the task ahead. He was making plans in his head should things go wrong. It was always good to plan ahead just in case. Arthur had learned that a long time ago. Arthur was shaken out of his thoughts when the carriage stopped. Arthur jumped down his boots crunching against the ground.

He did not wave to the lycanthropes as they headed into the HQ. A man came to meet them and Arthur noted the man was a vampire. Not that that meant anything to Arthur it was just worthy to note. The man led them on a tour of the facility rambling on about the facility. He learned a few things from the man’s rambling one was that the schematics were real. He would have to relay that information at some point. Arthur also noted the room with the locked door and heavy traffic; he also noted several exits for a possible quick getaway. Then they stopped and their guide turned around and asked if they had any questions.

Arthur couldn't help but notice the two small punctures on the man’s neck. They were fresh and this man was an old vampire. They also held an ethereal glow about them. That was odd but might be important. Arthur leaned in close to Carmen and said in whisper with his hands covering his mouth," I have to tell our infiltration team about the schematics and the locked door, make it like I have to use the privy".

The girl who was playing Lucius did that very well. Arthur nodded to the tour guide and said," Scuse me". He moved quickly as if he really did have to go. He then found a closed off corner away from sight. He too out his metamana charm and said quietly enough so those passing by wouldn't hear but not so quiet as those he was relaying to wouldn't hear," Fire Breather to Walk-ins, Schematics do exist. Also noted room with locked door, heavy traffic, possible location of Schematics and other goodies. There are many exits for a quick getaway if necessary. Side door on the left by maintenance equipment, backside by a rest station, also others if necessary. Possible Ethereal presence in the HQ also. Fire Breather out".

Arthur then came out of his corner and went to look for Lucius. He followed her scent until he found her in one of the offices pestering the tour guide with questions. He stood beside her as if he had never left but did not say anything.
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Lorica
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Lorica was glad to have Anci with her. The Sulerian was just about the closest thing she had to a friend these days and had proved invaluable during the nastiness at the Weiver River. She was less enthused with the presence of Yurim. She didn’t know much about the man, but she had a natural inclination to dislike anyone that carried knives and looked like they knew how to use them. It was a hypocritical bias, but such was life.

Anci timed the summoning of her ensnared creature with Lorica’s throw. The beast splashed into the river at the same time her dagger struck home, masking the sound of steel hitting wood. She waited for a few heartbeats to make sure no one had noticed before teleporting across the gap, materializing with her right hand wrapped around the hilt. She jammed her fingers into the hull, clawing for purchase in the gap between the boards. For a scary moment she thought she would slip off, her heels brushing the frigid water, but she managed to catch herself before taking the plunge.

From there it was a simple matter of waiting for the deck directly overhead to clear. With her body pressed directly against the hull she could feel vibrations through the wood and loosely correlate them to bodies. As soon as she had an opening she vaulted over the railing, pulling out her dagger in the same motion and lunging for the shadows of the piled cargo. She slipped in between two stacks of boxes, outside of the illumination of any direct sources of light and hunkered down.

Yurim (the smarmy shit) didn’t bother with the hard work of infiltration. He simply stepped through the shadows and appeared next to her, nearly giving her a heart attack in the process. Lorica bit back a sharp response and resigned herself to a nasty glare in his direction. She slowly sheathed the throwing dagger, taking care to avoid the sound of steel on leather, and replaced it with a pair of tantos. The straight-bladed knives were perfect for close, intimate work. She’d smeared the blades with ash before the operation to help mask the glint of metal.

The waiting always bothered her. Lorica was a creature of action. She preferred the adrenaline and horrors of combat to the mind-numbing dullness of nervous anticipation. She was almost glad for a diversion when she felt the intrusion. The sensation of something alien rearing its ugly head within her soul was all too familiar, but this was different. Lorica bared her teeth, fighting the impulse to shiver at the icy cold. You again? What do you want? She knew better than to assume the knowledge would come for free, but she needed some assurance regarding the cost.

The insidious presence clamored hungrily, providing her with a brief glimpse of somewhere else, someone else. She could tell that it wanted more from her, more than she had provided before. A body part? Are you [removed]ing kidding me? When she shivered this time it wasn’t because of the cold. She was no stranger to the lust of others (and usually matched it with her own), but this was something different. It sensed her hesitation and offered an alternative.

After giving the offer due consideration Lorica shook her head violently. No. Screw this. You’re not going to tempt me with fool’s gold. I’ll figure out who things they can put a knife in my back all on my own, thank you very much. I can slit their throat on my own too. Don’t be a stranger, but for now you can kindly [removed] off.

The prying entity evaporated as suddenly as it had appeared. Lorica leaned over to Yurim, whispering as softly as she could. “Someone screwed the pooch. We’ve got a rat. They might know we’re here.” She kept a close eye on him during the revelation. If he showed any sign of being the traitor, she would kill him here and now. It was a shame she couldn’t warn Anci as well, but she’d let the Sulerian know at the first available oportunity. She settled back to continue waiting, her thoughts bloody as she recalled the faces of her ‘allies’ in this endeavor. Imagining giving them a Balefire smile entertained her as the barge meandered down the waterway.

They didn’t quite make it to the dock before someone drew closer. Lorica kept the back of one hand pressed into the deck so she could feel the vibrations and tensed, ready to strike. Yurim revealed he could mask them from sight. She nodded briefly and allowed him to touch her shoulder. The darkness felt like a muggy blanket, humid and cloying. “We can’t just hide. This thing is going to be lit up when it hits the docks. We have to make a move before then. Hide in the dark if you must, but I’m not going to miss this chance.”

She tensed but fell silent when the goons came into sight, assessing the situation. If there were three or less, she was fairly going to attack without delay. If there were more she’d need to hang back and come up with a better plan.

Lorica reversed her grip on the tantos so they laid along her forearms, ready to plunge them into flesh. The nonhumans that frequented Balefire were hardier than most, but they were far from immortal. She felt like a good, deep stab to the back of their neck and separating their spinal column would at the very least incapacitate them, if not kill them outright. That should take care of two. If there was a third she planned on pulling out her cleavers and wrapping the chain around their throat, strangling them before she lost the advantage of surprise.

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The music beneath the great structure thumped with an exciting medley of brass instruments. The steel pillars shook with the heavy beat. Alex grinned a little bit at the only Balefire export she enjoyed, and quickly got to work. The first scorchliner needing work was a Wine 89-4, Lantern 056 in a solid burgundy, with heavy brass arcana running alongside the bottom. Heavy steel lifts kept the scorchliner just off the ground, leaving a mechanik's trench beneath. Alex hopped in, and worked to the excited beat. She knew enough about mechanikal workings from her own work devising the Mardra-7, Itivari's designs and examining airships that had failed unexpected. Alex winced as a black cooling fluid sprayed across her overcoat. There was a laugh from elsewhere about the Cascadian branch. Alex ignored it and managed to remove the final underbody plate to reveal the cyclical, where the error was held. She hand spun it - which took some effort - and quickly re-etched the old, broken pathway in, but in a more deliberate form. She put down the heavy factory inscriber and went about the work of making sure a golemized engine had what it needed to operate. Lubricants for the moving parts, cooling fluid reservoir refills and flushes. Zuraw interrupted her. A man she didn't know walked up.

Both clearly wanted to leave. Alex nodded. "Let's just get going. I've got to get home. I'll take Zuraw, you get back to your master." Alex left out of one of the great, open doors with a broken part she had found earlier in tow, and headed straight for the exit. She adjusted her ponytail quickly, and thought up a practical excuse. The rest of the team just asked me to do a chow run, they are in for a late night getting everything out of the yard on time.
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One step ahead, even when caught off-guard. To lose composure was to simply lose, and Keter was all too familiar with that. It was strange, though, with his history he would never have expected to handle that situation so well. If anybody had asked the Black Monkey a week ago what would happen under those circumstances, even he would have been certain that he would go out kicking and screaming, yet he won that situation through the power of his words. Barely, but he had still won and gained valuable information as a result. Of course there was no time to pat himself on the back with that knowledge.

Keter hit the ground running, the mask covering his face once again and a very simple and straightforward plan on his mind.

Where were you? Clicked the voice of his shadow transmitted to his mind, reminding Keter that he was far from alone. No matter what happened, he had one ally that he could rely on at all times.

Story for later. Did you find it? The Black Monkey thought back to his shadow, not even bothering to waste the focus on sharing what the exact nature of the plan was with his shady companion. Even without details, the Shade could gather the gist of what his host intended.

Reasonably certain; I'll guide you.

The Black Monkey wasted no time or energy, charging through the headquarters at a full sprint, taking turns by jumping off of walls and alternating between jumping off of random workers and simply barreling through them if they dared to be in his way. It seemed that while he was indisposed, his ediolon ally was able to sustain and act without him.

It would not take Keter long to reach the door to the room where the plans were being kept. If any employees tried to get snarky about him approaching the oh so precious room, he'd give them a sharp blow to knock them unconscious. Even if he had the time to deal with the foolishness of some petty guards, he would not want to indulge them with a feeling of even the slightest importance if they wished to stand in his way.

Ready darkness. Keter commanded of the abyssal shadow.

No need, it's dark in here. The Shade replied.

"All the same!" Keter would put the full strength and speed of his body into his arm, behind his fist, and aim that power at the door. The raw force of the strike would break through the sound barrier, creating an audible explosion of air that would surely be carried by the hallways, throughout the building, and hopefully even outside. It was a warning and a distraction all rolled into one, it would probably attract guards, maybe if he was lucky it would even snuff out firelight, but he felt confident that it was the best course of action he had available to him.

The key downside was the noise. He did not really care for using that sort of monstrous attack because it always made his ears ring. Well, it never made Keter's ears ring, but that hardly changed that it felt like two children were given the specific task of screaming nonstop into his ears. He could ignore it, but that sense would be useless to rely on. Fortunately he had five more to work with.

It wasn't locked. The clicking voice of his shadow somehow broke into his mind past the high-pitched wailing.

"That wasn't why I punched it." Keter responded aloud, moving into the room.

Keter would grab anything that looked important and then shadowstep through the darkness to a secure location of his. It may not have been a shadowy place that anybody in the Oxbrew group may have known about, but it was the quickest to come to his mind and allow him to deposit anything important for later. Fortunately it was not raining in the place, and from the glances he took before returning to Balefire it did not seem like it would any time soon.

If anybody who was not clearly a part of the Oxbrew group tried to leave that room with anything, he just might attack them on impulse.

Here we go!
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There was one very good thing about wearing a workman’s uniform: no one ever bothered to look at your boots. They saw the coveralls, figured you were here to do something that was beneath them, and moved on. There had been boots available to Glug but they were a little too snug for his tastes, so he hadn’t bothered with them. The overalls were adequately covered in stains but smelled clean enough. The tool case fit right in, all scratched up and made from cheap metal - cheap, but sturdy. As narrow and deep as it was, nobody was going to look twice at the various rags, bottles, brushes, and other assorted tools of the custodial trade inside. Glug had no problem getting into the headquarters building and playing himself off as the new guy.

Nobody paid much attention to Glug as he took a stroll around the building, taking in everything around him, trying to get a good bead on what was important and where alternative exits were. The large number of the people in the building made it easy for him to slip through the crowd unnoticed. When he found a good spot among the offices, he got a rag wet and started wiping down a wall. His vantage gave him a good view of what was going on - enough to see someone taking a tour of the facility. He didn’t acknowledge her or the bodyguard tailing her, and neither of them acknowledged him. That was good…they knew what they were doing.

Glug knew what he was doing, too. He finished with the end-wall and started working his way toward the side hall. He saw the draconic one pass by, but he was quickly moving out of sight; he came back a few moments later, and he was just as quickly out of sight again. Glancing around and seeing that nobody was looking at him, he dried off the wall, gathered his tool case, and followed him at a distance. If he was supposed to be acting as the girl’s bodyguard, then why was he skulking around on his own? He didn’t seem like the skulking type, even in this crowd. However, something interesting caught Glug’s eye that made him smoothly divert himself to another locale entirely. Besides, the half-dragon wasn’t his concern. Kneeling, Glug started wiping down a section of floor under the pretense that someone had spilled something.

Peripheral vision and occasional glances around the area, however, allowed him to get a good look at a door that was being guarded. It looked like it was getting frequent use, but Glug couldn’t get a good look at it from where he was. He did catch a glimpse of one of the people from the meeting, however, ducking into a bathroom. Something was about to go down…he’d be willing to wager his right eye that the room he was looking at was where the safe was. If that was true, then that’s where the action was about to go down. He decided to give the guy heading into the bathroom a little more cover.

Glug “accidentally” sloshed a little cleaner nearby, causing a couple of people to slip. He apologized hastily, but repositioning himself also gave him a better view of what was going on inside and allowed him to fake clumsiness. It seemed like the more he tried to correct his apparent mistake, the bigger a mess he made and the more people had to weave around him. With any luck, his charade would create enough of a distraction that whatever his fellow “worker” was going to do would go that much smoother. Goblins were considered by many people to be stupid and not very hard workers, so this mockery of the custodial profession was probably as predictable as it was entertaining.

Unfortunately, someone else had the brilliant idea to charge headlong into the building and do things the hard-and-fast way. Glug barely had time to roll out of the way as what he could only identify as “something really fast” went streaking by him. There was a lot of noise and all Glug really knew was that now there were several people on the ground; cleaner was now spilled all over the floor as well, and the people on the ground were having trouble getting their feet back under them. He got back to his tool case at once and had half a mind to whip out his hidden weapons…but he maintained his composure, the charm hidden around his neck helping to shield his true reaction.

But in his mind, he was secretly praying that this wasn’t the same idiot who’d initially proposed scouting the place out first.

Please don’t be that idiot…please don’t be that idiot…please don’t be that idiot…

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Edited by Glug Photall, Fri Sep 23, 2016 8:39 am.
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From across the river Anci could see Lore clambering on up before she went out of sight. Just like that, Yurim was gone as well. The barge was populated though, a bit too well. It looked like some of the armed help was going to be headed right to where she had watched Lore crawl into. It was impossible for her to tell where Yurim was or if Lore had changed position. They hadn’t really come up with any good way to signal each other, but that was part of the growing pains in a new group.

Another one was trust, but there were ways around that.

There was no good way to warn the others they had been betrayed. Anci didn’t even know where any of the others where, just a general idea. The only option to warn them they’d been had was to upset the plan entirely.

Anci retreated from her view of the dock and barges. She didn’t go into the alleyway where she had first summoned the creature, that was lurking on the bottom of the river even now, it had made a bit of noise climbing up the walls there. Unwanted attention would be drawn there. Turning down some tight corners she moved parallel to the river as best as she could. It was difficult, Anci was watching where she stepped to avoid making noise and making quick glances around to check if there were people present or she was being followed. There were always eyes in the streets she had been told. It looked reasonably empty when she stopped.

Enough time had passed that unless something had gone wrong, Alex’s sabotage should be done. As for the team on the inside, Anci had no clue where they might be along on it. Carmen was likely to still be touring the facility with Arthur. The others...well, the strong prospered. She just had to hope they were strong enough.

She exposed the faintly glowing arcane branding that tied her to the other side, this time pulling through a much more dangerous inhabitant. Her hand had been tugging on ephemeral strings pulling it across into Chaon but as the skin of her chest split open to release it, she noted with a small bit of surprise it was small enough to fit in her hand. Anci was also hissing as the pain of the wound and channeling the summoning wracked her body. It didn’t hurt as much as it had just a minute ago when she had summoned the first beast, but that did little to reassure her.

Her grip had weakened on the thin, spike-like octahedron which fell to the ground and stopped just before impact. Hovering a few inches off of the ground it righted itself, turning its points parallel with the ground. Anci tightened the white metal around its black carapace, the bands looking like filigree etched into its surface. Anci felt a sense of relief seeing it writhe in pain as the perfectly formed edges crumpled under her assertion of dominance. She relented and its shape smoothed back into uniformity. Unwilling to press a losing fight further, it free turned and left and raced up to a lamp post.

The center where the two pyramid shaped sides lined up cracked and split open, thin tendrils of black fluid hanging between the ends as they exposed a grey sphere of a core suspended by thick tendrils of black, organic metal anchoring the pyramid wings. The white core oozed a portion of itself out and wrapped the pseudopod around the metal post, crushing it and absorbing the metal. Growing. It wasted little time in feeding on other posts, stairways, anything that it could get before it was roughly the size of a horse.

It had to be stopped from the feeding, it would have kept going on its own but Anci needed to direct it. It didn’t need as forceful of a goading as it did to initially stop it from attacking her, it seemed to know what she wanted and was happy to take part. A number of large, black trunks extended from its center mass now and discharged a gas that smelled of burnt copper that pushed it higher into the air. The central core was too bloated to be contained neatly inside of the two halves of its octahedron body, instead it had a mass of aborbed metal surrounding it, the grooved and ridged surface reminiscent of shells found in sea creatures. She coaxed it into going high up into the air, following its progress as she went back into the open to get a view of the compound. Paranoid she kept checking her flanks and rear for company.

Once it was overhead, it was just a simple matter of letting it do what was natural, with just a little bit of guidance. When presented with a large concentration of ground based prey like it was, the usual response was a large and destabilizing attack. From one of the tubes it would launch a small seed at the ground. The small organism inside would undergo a rapid life cycle where it would hatch and grow violently by spreading a root network through the ground, consuming and converting what it ran across into mass for its metallic structure. At the height of its growth it would cease and attempt pollination while dying in the process, the entire body fading into fine particles that would spread across and vanish into the other side.

Anci just intended to direct the resulting fracture that would result to hit the docks, curved through the sphereyard and into the headquarters building. She couldn’t reasonably expect the infiltration team to retrieve the blueprints or plant the documents, she’d feel a little bad over potentially undoing Alex’s sabotage...but leveling a good portion of the compound seemed like the surest bet to throw Wine River’s operation into jeopardy.

Having moved close enough and with a suitable distraction in play, she’d also pulled her first summon up and out of the water. It hauled its bulk out of the freezing water with what she could only imagine was some degree of comfort. Thankfully the icy waters had taken some of its vicious spirit out at least.

Things and stuff
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Tanya eyed the shadow as it slipped under the door and merged with the darkness on the other side. It would be nice to assume it was on their side: anyone allied with Oxbow wouldn't need to resort to such clandestine measures, and despite the extensive discussion that had gone into planning this expedition, she still had only a vague idea of what the other members of the group intended to do. All the same, assuming strangers were allies wasn't conducive to leading a long life - and Tanya intended to leave a very long life indeed.

She slipped under the door after it and looked around, determining the small lockbox as the most likely holding place for the schematics. Another instance in which being a fly came in handy, and another instance in which it was infuriating. She was able to perch on the lockbox which, she presumed, contained the schematics she was looking for, but she couldn't pick it up unless she reverted to her normal form, in which case she'd have a great deal of explaining to do to anyone who wondered why a stark naked woman built of spare parts was walking out of a locked room full of important secrets.

On the other hand, all the people out there were magical theorists. Maybe she could explain that she'd been trying an experiment and it had gone wrong and eaten her clothing? She'd have to hope they were more academically knowledgeable than street savvy, but it wasn't impossible, especially since they'd likely share her desire to get her body covered. And if they lent her Oxbow clothing, she could just walk out, right past the guards.

She made up her mind and halted the potion's effect early. A few seconds of grotesque transformation later, a fully grown Madame Tanya reached out, picked up the lockbox, and hid it behind her back.

She was still standing by the door, working up the courage to try her bluff, when a loud crash came from outside the room. That would attract far too much attention to try bluffing now. Though irritated to have her plan foiled so casually, she had to admit to being somewhat relieved not to have to test her ability to bluff while nude in the middle of enemy headquarters.

Instead, she hid herself behind the door and readied herself to take on anyone who tried to take the box from her. The option for stealth had gone out the window when someone set off an explosion. The best the y could hope for now was salvage.


Caedis left his watch and slipped into the sphereyard, keeping his distance from the inattentive guard. He approached Alex and Zuraw and muttered under his breath. "There's something big and loud going on up there. I'm guessing it's what's got your bodyguard here upset. You want me to go check it out and report back? Unless you've got some paper so Sir Silent can tell us what it is."

The saboteur dismissed him, explaining that she was done anyway. The vampire was getting twitchy, but he accompanied them out of the yard and split off on his own.

Madame Tanya would be busy at the HQ for a while yet. That meant Caedis would be all alone. He didn't like being alone. It made his thoughts become unreliable. He was already starting to see things. Or hear things. "The clanking... Are you there? Are you really there? What are you?" he asked the distant sound. It didn't reply. He glared at a rock.

"Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it." His head snapped back up. "I'll find out if you're real or not. And then I'll meet with Madame Tanya. And then I won't be alone. Not anymore."

Someone whispered something in his ear, though he couldn't recognize the words. He wheeled around. "Shut up!" There was no one there, but the whispering continued. He coughed and shook himself. "Keep it together. Go look, keep calm, report back."

The whispers quieted, though they didn't stop completely. He swallowed and headed off in the direction of the noise.
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Quiet (Pre-Loud)
Tian, Yurim, Carmen, Arthur, Alexandra, Glug, Tanya


Right place, wrong time. Click to persist.


Loud
Lorica, Zuraw, Keter, Anci, Caedis


Desperate times call for desperate measures. Click to cast caution to the wind.


Everyone

You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into.


Extra
The House of Lords is in session. This short story is optional reading because it is overly lengthy and related to something your character is not currently aware of. Click to lock everything down.



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The next ST post cutoff will be on Monday, September 26 at 3:00 pm Mountain.

You've gone loud. Wine River thugs count as "fodder." That means you can decide the outcome of your own attacks on them. All other types of enemies in this situation are highly skilled and not fodder, and therefore must be treated as if you don't know the outcome of your actions against them (like you're fighting another player).


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Thank you, Canter Wendall. Please leave us.” Hearne knelt over the body, studying the man's features carefully. A young man in plain garb pulled the collar of his shirt closed, tying the laces tight to conceal the black mark inked just under his left collarbone and stepped out of the house. Flicking a wrist at an oil lantern on the table nearby, the wick's end flared orange before the flame took hold, bathing the bedroom in a soft light.

The man had been older, or at least had been when he was turned. Shaking the ashes from his left hand, he lifted it from the cavity burned into the genasi's chest. Resting both hands on the corpse's cheeks, he felt his bone structure, inspected his teeth, lifted both eyelids to check his eyes. As he inspected, he whispered an incantation under his breath. His skin paled, hair on his arms going finer and his hair shrinking back and curling, lightening into a dark red. His eyes flickered, though they seemed to give off the light rather than reflect the lanterns.

Pulling a polished metal mirror from his own coat, he checked his new appearance and made a few modifications until he was satisfied with the results. A relatively minor employee with the Wine River Trading Company with few friends who would be on the other side of the compound tonight. A known fire genasi of minor talent thanks to his parentage, enough to excuse the raised body temperature. He dug into the dead man's wardrobe and redressed himself, tossing his own clothes into the air where they vanished into an invisible rip to fall on his private quarters' floor. Opening the package sitting on a chair, he donned the Wine River uniform he'd been given not long beforehand.

With a few minor adjustments to make the uniform fit better, he grabbed the corpse and stepped through the rip in the air, depositing the body for the servants to dispose of. The gardens would be hungry in an hour or so.




What a gods-damned mess. He'd been patrolling as one of the guards, keeping an eye on the employees and looking for those he was to be helping. He was backup, some extra firepower in the event they needed a hand if things got messy. And hadn't they just.

He'd noticed a fair few visitors to the compound in a surprisingly short time. Somewhat suspicious individuals his briefing from Branse and Canter Wendall hadn't mentioned. Approaching one of the thugs guarding the building several had just entered, he snapped in front of his eyes, catching his attention.

As their gazes locked, his irritated expression faded, unable to look away from Hearne's eyes. “Listen to my voice.” He spoke softly, watching the spark of intelligence in the man's eyes dull. “Your shift is over. It's been a long one and you've done a good job. People have noticed. I'm here to relive you. You need to go get some rest.” The man nodded slowly, visibly growing exhausted. He began to stagger off , leaving Hearne to cover his post. “Thanks, It's been a hell of a night.” He slipped the suddenly weary man's blackjack from his waist as he passed by.

Hearne waited until the man was gone before reaching for the door handle. And then the world tore apart.

Hearne burst into the room with Glug, the Sheriff, Tian, Tanya, and Keter with blackjack in hand and at the ready. "Sir, there's been a situation outside, we need to get you--" He froze upon seeing the gray coat and wide-brimmed hat, obviously not expecting to see Roman here. "A-Apologies, Sheriff sir. I was expecting someone else. Am I interrupting?" He stammered, glancing at Tanya before quickly averting his eyes to Tian's situation, shedding his coat and offering it to the girl.
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Well. I will never live this down now, will I? If I live, that is. Aeyliea, you have never been more right in all of your life. The Commander had been right to pull out of Balefire, to call the place, the Alliance, tainted and taboo to her and her own. This was what he got for ignoring the sage advice of probably one of the only people he truly admired in these late days of life.

But I am an old wolf, terribly old. I've had bits and pieces cut off before. Ascension was never my goal, but I have it, and life eternal, so long as I can keep my hide out of the millstone. Looking at Roman with hooded eyes, he shrugs to himself. Its hardly the first time he has been caught in the act, and generally there was no point in resisting. If the bastard knew about his ability to slip through the shadows and could actually do something about it, then the fellow was beyond his own abilities to deal with. It was sound logic, if a touch bitter.
Well, sir, it seems you have me at something of a disadvantage. There was only one kind of dancing I was hoping to do, and it isn't shadow, he said as he let his obfuscation fall away. He leers at Tanya with all of the implied meaning he had alluded to. Its this one damned night you had to go and screw up my chance at wooing a lady. You bastard. His mind raced for a solution to this situation, and found none. I knew it was too easy. Tian, m'boy, you need to listen to your instincts a lot more often. This was not a mission.

This was a setup
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Roman Hatiri rolls his pale red eyes, unconvinced by your jest or attempt at an excuse. "Everyone who is part of your operation is an accessory to terrorism. You share all crimes committed."

Tian gave Roman his most winning smile; this was the one that most often led to someone grabbing a weapon. Terrorism? Terrorism?! I think we are being just a touch dramatic here. I know a lot of people consider me to be...more than a nuisance...but a terrorist I am not. He paused, still with that absurd smile on his face. Unless you would like to hire me for terrosim, perhaps? Or I could simply hang around you and your kin until you decide to stab yourself in the face with a fork, for great justice.

Two questions, then. Do I let the sonofabitch take me, or do I make a break for it right now? Likely the bastard could move with the eerie speed of the undead. In fact, the bastard was nothing much beyond a zombie. Do you eat brains, by any chance? I am just curious. Plan A or plan B? I don't like the idea of being a pariah, but it won't be the first time. The question is....how do I walk away from this alive? And [removed] whoever I have to kill to make it so.

"You talk too much," Hatiri says, "and only say things that are deeply stupid."

The naked woman spoke then, and Tian listened only partly. It was the answer that caught his attention, of course. "A fair trial? Excuse me? You think you people are owed a fair trial after all I've seen you do?" Ah. So its like that. Well, being tactful had never been a strength of his. And it sounded like they were possibly being used as an excuse for...whatever it was Balefire was up to at the moment. Throwpieces to be cast aside once their usefulness was done. Trial? HAH! They would be killed quietly and dumped in some unmemoriable spot, their usefulness at an end. Well, if all he could do was be irritating, then that was exactly what he was going to do. That, and ride out whatever happened immediately, and bide his time. There was no way he was going to try to dance with Chuckles the Vampiro here, and no way to escape without fighting Toothy McFly.

"And that would be what, exactly?" Tian chimed in. "Walk around, scope stuff out, and sneak into your- He never finished that statement. It seemed pink-eye had less of a sense humor than a stone, but quite a flair for the dramatic.

The spines were unexpected, and they caused quick, momentary flashes of pain as their pierced his arms and legs. Not that he had time to dodge them, but he didn't even try. The pain was momentary, pushed aside so that he could fix Roman with a sardonic smile as he stood, transfixed. Helpless.

Thats right, friend vampire. I am at your mercy.

...

for now.


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All Abyss broke loose - seemingly literally. The ground shook and split, tearing into the headquarters building and sending people flying both to the floor and into Glug. It didn’t help that his little distraction for Tian had made the floor rather slippery at the moment. People started panicking, running, hastily trying to get out of the building before the ceiling collapsed on him. Looking into the rift, however, he saw that it was stabilizing somehow. Glancing up, he saw the ceiling remaining firmly in place. But people are dumb, panicky animals and he knew it. They weren’t paying attention to anything logically. Fear ruled the night. But the earth wasn’t done, apparently.

Spikes rose up, and Glug managed to grab his tool case before having to get out of the way of them in order to avoid being impaled or ripped to shreds. The uneven ground was actually a boon now, preventing him from slipping around too much on the spilled cleaner. Yet this had to be some kind of powerful spell, because it was affecting his vision as well. Things became indistinct as they faded into vague, grayish images tinged with odd colours*. He shook his head and his vision seemed to clear momentarily, only to bleed back into hues of red, blue, and yellow. He glared at his surroundings, trying to see straight, and his vision seemed to clear again. What in the name of Chaon was going on?!

Glug was thinking fast and hard as he noticed a glint of metal on a man standing in the doorway of the room he’d been watching - a Balefire sheriff.

Zakona? he thought to himself following the man’s words, wondering what that meant; was it like…criminal, or something? He hadn’t heard the term before. He had no clue. Yet the man had also said “terrorist”. But as far as anyone can tell off-hand, I'm just a janitor. There’s nothing to indicate that I’m in any way related to these folks. Unless…

A traitor. Of course. But which one…? The calculating look on his face was replaced with an innocently quizzical one by his emotion-altering charm, and he hoped he seemed as innocent-looking as he appeared to be. Glug wasn’t liking the situation at all. Still holding his tool case, he turned toward the door at the end of the hall, just a short distance away.

"I d'no 'a's goin' on," he says in a fake accent, the first time he's spoken since commencing this mission, "but I'n' like it. I'mma come back when it's safer an' more normal."

He was about to leave when someone else burst into the hall, apparently startled by the sheriff. The man was wearing a guard’s uniform, which meant that things were heating up quickly. The sheriff couldn’t possibly keep track of everyone at once, and with the crowd departing as it was, the chaos would be the perfect cover for Glug to escape. The others hadn’t wanted to work with anyone else any more than Glug had wanted to work with any of them, but Glug had not expected a traitor. There was a certain level of respect and honor in his particular professional capacity, although sometimes, that was violated. There was a reason he didn’t work in groups, and tonight was an example of why.

“’scuse,” was all he said as he hurried past the apparent guard, specifically not looking him directly in the eye, and out of the hall. He mixed in with the crowd of people, quickly disappearing, and was soon out the door. The guards were having an Abyssal time trying to maintain order, yet Glug just barely managed to make it off the property. Once he was out of sight, he drew his claw from the tool case and donned it, using to cut the coveralls from him. Then it was a simple matter of donning his cloak and cap, grabbing his weapons, and getting to the river. He dropped his tool case on the bank and looked around for the barge. He saw it and scowled…looking up, he saw the airships flying overhead. That was out, too. He would have to find his way out of this situation on his own.

But it was more than just the facility itself. It was the whole city that seemed to be in chaos. Horns were blaring across the city, smoke was rising from multiple locations, and Glug could have sworn that he’d heard some kind of dragon’s roar or something earlier. Glug moved away from the river and headed into the city proper. With the airships up top, that one girl’s escape route wouldn’t be viable; neither was the carriage she had come here in, he was sure. The barges weren’t an option. Only the city itself would allow him to disappear. But if the sheriff was aware that he was more than just a janitor, then not only was his cover blow, but he would be hunted. Glug had only one remaining method of escape that he could think off-hand. It was dangerous, but it was all he had. He slipped into the shadows of the buildings and darted into the alleyways, hoping to loose whomever - or whatever - tailed him.

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The operation is blown, the team has been found out, but that calamity pales in comparison to the fabric of the world itself being shredded all around them. The universe felt bent and torn asunder. Materiality itself seemed broken, but Carmen was not knowledgeable enough in such things to imagine how or why.


"Mister Nosek" Lucius says as he, Arthur and the vampire make haste toward the nearest exit.


“What has happened here? I heard you speak of saboteurs! Is this their doing? Can we get out safely?”

"Fear not, friend!" Nosek pulls a pair of short blades from the sheathe on his hip. "I and this stately bodyguard of yours will ensure your absolute safety as we escort you to the Sheriffs and other military-type folk outside! They might pull both your names from the Ethereal as a security measure, but you'll be let free after that! I'm sure neither of you have anything to hide!"

"Most excellent news, Mister Nosek!" Lucius lies.

Her vision flashes purple and red, then shifts to pure white with only faint outlines of objects, and then to oblong shapes and a broken distortion of perspectives before snapping back to normal. Her stomach lurches and terror chills Carmen's bones. For the very first time since she'd left, Carmen longs for the safety of her family's estate.

"Can we get to a window?" she asks. "Somewhere ha we might see what we are running toward? We don't want to be taken by surprise."

Slaski. Kijek, please be there, she hopes.

How convenient! Just up ahead is a large window. Nosek seems surprised you want to take precious time to look out a window, losing his fake reassuring smile as he watches you carefully.

Outside the window you can see a contingent of Sheriffs, Cascadian Red Vultures, and mercenary law enforcement. The stagecoach you were brought in on is still there, but no one's on the driver's bench. Your coyote-cousin buddies are lying on their bellies in the courtyard, snouts smashed into the snow as a Sheriff puts his boot on Slaski's back to pin him there. Kijek tries to struggle to his feet, roaring something with that fang-filled mouth of his, and receives a harsh set of kicks in reply -- brutal, considering he was only speaking.

You make eye contact with one of the law enforcement in the crowd through the window. Her eyes move from you to Arthur, and then linger on Arthur. She walks over to another officer, taps him on the side of the arm and gestures toward Arthur. Soon enough, Arthur's got a half-dozen pairs of eyes watching him.


Lucius stares with dispassion, but inwardly wishes he could help the lycanthropes. The thought of sharing their fate tests Carmen's ability to suppress her emotions, but her face does not betray her fear.

Carmen is quite certain, after the bellowing announcement about outlaws, that Arthur has been recognized. His presence dwindles her hopes of escape; and then Arthur says he needs to use the privy again.

The nobleman looks first to Arthur in shock, then Nosek, and then Arthur again.

"Go," he says.

When Arthur takes his leave, Lucius does what he must to maintain his cover, as no right-minded person would chose now to relieve themselves.

"I hired that guard less than a fortnight past," Lucius says to Nosek. "And he's always been peculiar. He must be one of the ones they are looking for! Did you see how the Sheriffs stared? He is certainly zakona. He keeps going to the privy. I bet he has weapons there. Friends, maybe. He might try to take us as hostages when he returns. We need to get out of here immediately."

Lucius points at the nearest wall and utters an incantation, the one taught to Carmen by Liksa Baugot after the events at the Congressional Gala. A door-sized portion of the wall appears to shimmer and warp for an instant, like they were staring at it through heated air, but then the contortion is gone. He turns to look out the window, and another space, this one on the outer wall of a building behind the Sheriffs, peels ever so slightly from reality as well. The portals bend bending time and space to join on some unseen plane so that stepping through one leads to the other.

"Let's go!" he says, waving his arm and stepping into the portal. "The Sheriffs will be between us and this sundered building filled with zakona."

Step into the portal

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In the room was a nude woman with a practically patchwork look to her, like almost everything had been lost and replaced at some point or another. Looking beyond her naked form, Keter could recognize her face from the meeting of the group before the job was to take place. She was hiding something behind her back, doubtlessly the plans that were a part of their job to steal from the corporation. Damn, of course the Sheriff had held up Keter long enough for the other members to start arriving before he could, but there was nothing that could be helped about that.

Before he could respond he could sense the shadows being disturbed in a violent manner, warping, churning, and growing as something ripped through the complex. The vibrations in the ground shook through his body,

A roar in the distance. It sounds draconic.

Ours should be closer. What's that one?

When the churning of darkness stopped, a disruption to the umbral energies caught Keter's attention, approaching from behind him at a steady pace. He turned to face that familiar sight of the Sheriff. he was saying something, but the ringing in Keter's ears was more powerful than the mere sounds of words.

What's he saying?

He's warning against Shadowdancing. Take it seriously and don't let him know I'm here. He's more dangerous than he looks.

There's chaos going on besides your noise-making. Not the normal Balefirian sort. Like a large-scale attack.

Tonight?

Terrorists are being considered Zakona.

Zakona?

Outlaws, but. . . criminals like like Oxbow sent wouldn't be considered terrorists.

Terrorists? Chaos. Tonight. Oh. . .

"We were supposed to keep the sheriff distracted, weren't we?" Keter remarked aloud after a string of colorful Nalaian phrases, his hearing a bit muffled beneath the sound of the ringing, "Nobody told us that. We were just told to be here and do things to the company. I suppose that would be easier to sell random people on instead of 'Keep the Sheriff over here.' We're not getting paid, are we? We probably aren't even supposed to survive."

If that's right, it's worse than that.

"Sheriff, what else is happening today, and when were you told we'd be here?"

"Tonight is the start of the Taming of Balefire. Friend of mine gave the tip fairly recently. Said he had to go to the House of Lords to help Karstoff with some setup. It's not important. This isn't a question-and-answer session." The Sheriff responded.

Shit.

What?

Balefire's organizing something big, probably a clean slate. They're calling it the 'Taming of Balefire'. Somebody told him that we'd be here 'fairly recently.'

Can you--?

No. This is the City of Lanterns, you don't think he deals with Shadowdancers regularly? Besides that, there's a reason I'm trying to stay unnoticed here. Figure out something else, zakona is essentially a death sentence. He's not immediately trying to kill you, consider that fortunate.

Damnit. There would be no help from the Shade on this, it seemed. Just a group of criminals being called terrorist and at the threat of execution. At least the scene was not all bad, even if she seemed like an amalgamation of parts, the naked woman was an easy sight on Keter's eyes as he looked around. Even without his hearing, he could tell things so far were not going well for the group, but at least he could help the woman a little. Keter removed his mask and the top piece of his uniform, and would give the top piece to the woman, his mind desperately trying to find a way to survive.

As an added benefit, he was no longer having to wear a shirt. Once again his muscular body could breath, stretch, and flex without the constraints of the stuffy uniform. The jig was up, the Sheriff knew Keter's identity, and everybody had been played. At least the other members of the group would have their chance to escape thanks to the sonic attack.

Wait. Everybody had been played. The person who wanted the Sheriff away from the House of Lords place must have either been the same person who had hired the group, or been working with him.

"Let's make a deal. Ethereal-style. If I'm wrong then execute us when it's proven, but if what I say proves true then exempt us from any crimes we've committed so far. I'm not bargaining for our lives, I'm bargaining for Balefire's, because if I'm right then your greatest enemy is in your House of Lords at the most critical time without you as an immediate threat to their plans." Keter spoke calmly, the humor of essentially proposing a similar deal to the one he rejected earlier not being lost on him, "We were hired only yesterday and told to deface this company, read any of our minds to confirm that. It seems we were actually being used as an excuse to get you away from the House of Lords. If they told you that something was going on in Balefire, provided you with scapegoats to punish, and then you return to find the House of Lords in ruins, then they could still seem reliable since they already have your trust. Right now, more than any money, I want to see whoever considered me expendable pay, and you'll want to make sure whatever plan they have won't succeed. Right now it seems like your forces are busy with your 'Taming of Balefire' thing, so you could use people whose very lives rely on stopping that person. All I request is that you consider that possibility enough to see it through, because if you don't then not only do we fail, but you will have failed this city."

One abyss of a gamble, but Keter saw taking that chance as preferable to trying to fight his way past a power he barely understood.

Here we go again
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They had been made somehow they had been made. Arthur growled at that, when this was over he was going to have a long talk with their employer. He should have known something was up but to late for that now. Arthur followed Carmen and Nosik closely like a bodyguard would. He had his hand on his sword just in case there was trouble. Carmen asked Nosik about saboteurs and was it safe. Nosik responded," Fear not, friend!" Nosek pulls a pair of short blades from the sheathe on his hip. "I and this stately bodyguard of yours will ensure your absolute safety as we escort you to the Sheriffs and other military-type folk outside! They might pull both your names from the Ethereal as a security measure, but you'll be let free after that! I'm sure neither of you have anything to hide!"

Damn that wasn't good if they got to the Sheriffs they would see the truth. They had to get out of here and quickly. This whole thing was a big mess. Carmen asked for a window to see out of and Arthur followed her. Outside the window Arthur saw contingent of Sheriffs, Cascadian Red Vultures, and mercenary law enforcement. The stagecoach you were brought in on is still there, but no one's on the driver's bench. Your coyote-cousin buddies are lying on their bellies in the courtyard, snouts smashed into the snow as a Sheriff puts his boot on Slaski's back to pin him there. Kijek tries to struggle to his feet, roaring something with that fang-filled mouth of his, and receives a harsh set of kicks in reply -- brutal, considering he was only speaking.

Arthur one of the law enforcement in the crowd through the window. Her eyes moved from you Carmen to himself. She took someone in side of the arm and gestured toward him. Soon enough, Arthur had a half-dozen pairs of eyes watching him.
Damn and double damn he had been recognized but how. Perhaps that merc had worked with him before or something but no time for thoughts about that. He said," Exuse me I have to use the privy again. Ate some bad food and I am prairie dogging it right now".

Carmen said he could go. With that Arthur ran as if he really did have to go. He found the privy soon enough. He went in and closed the door. He put his weapons in the pocket dimension he used for their storage. He then concentrated his magic and said," Shapeshift". His bones and sinews cracked and Arthur grew shorter and shorter, Soon he was a small fly dragon again with black scales. He then flew out the privy window and soon found Carmen again.

Carmen had opened a portal and Arthur flew quickly to her belt and wriggled himself in the pockets of her pants hiding deep within. A bit embarrassing for him and her but you did what you had to do to survive.

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One. Two.

The tantos stabbed deep. Steel separated flesh and bone. Bodies slumped like marionettes with cut strings.

Three

The muscles in her arms bulged as she twisted the chain around the last thug’s neck, tightening it like a garotte. They scrabbled at the links as she creased, then crushed, their windpipe. Lorica swung the chain free and shouldered them over the railing into the freezing river.

She spun to put her back to the edge of the boat, swinging her head from side to side. More of the grunts were rushing at her, drawing various weapons. They were shouting some nonsense to each other. Other barges were pulling around in response to the disturbance, swiveling their board lamps to illuminate the deck. Lorica grimaced. There were far more of the fighters onboard than they’d anticipated, and it looked like every barge was just as packed. Her gut sank. Forget taking the barge. I need to get out.

She had to focus. Wine River guards were pressing forward, drawing weapons. They were humanoid, but with the slight irregularities that suggested a hybrid ancestry: eyes too large, facial markings, strange ridges of bone. Behind them were more dangerous foes. Figures in the distinctive dark grey coat of the Balefire Sheriffs were boarding the barge on either end, as well as armored figures that moved with military precision.

She clasped the manacle on the right-hand cleaver shut with a clang, allowing the second knife to dangle freely from its chain. Lorica yanked a pair of daggers out of her bandoleer. She tossed them to either side, hitting the deck around ten feet away from her. They shivered after making contact, runes etched on the handles flashing green. The boards creaked and sprouted, surging with growth as if they were still living flora. Thick bushes grew with unnatural speed, growing next to and through each other, their exterior hardening into stone-like bark. Within moments they’d formed a high hedge on either side of her that stretched from the railing to the stacks of cargo, temporarily cutting her off from the reinforcements.

Only four of the Wine River thugs had managed to get close enough to avoid the obstacle. Lorica surged towards the nearest, a woman with prominent ears that reminded her of a bat. The guard had turned to see the source of the noise. She didn’t have time to react before the cleaver slammed into her temple, crunching bone. Lorica yanked the blade free, drawing a serrated blade in her left hand.

She shoved the woman aside and advanced on the next thug, who wielded a wooden cudgel with spiked bands of steel wrapped around the business end. She barely managed to deflect an overhead strike aimed at her face with the cleaver, her wrist aching from the impact. The jagged knife darted back and forth, humming. It sliced his stomach to ribbons. Ropy entrails spilled out as he screamed, dropping his weapon to try and shove his insides back within his abdomen.

Lorica spun around, expression grim. That left two. They were understandably cautious and had pulled away, putting their backs up against one of the hedge walls. She could hear the reinforcements on the other side hacking at the thick plants. There wasn’t enough time. There was only one way she’d get out of this mess. She’d have to use the Wellspring.

She took a few priceless seconds to try and focus her mind, using one of the tricks that Keelin had taught her. The elfin woman would have been less than pleased with the results, but there was a lot going on. Lorica fixed a simple mantra in her mind: Delay the Sheriffs. Jump the river. She repeated it over and over. Delay the Sheriffs. Jump the river. She reached out and tapped the Wellspring. Delay the Sheriffs. Jump-

The words lost all meaning. They were noise. Blackness swirled to the surface of her skin, manifesting as black veins edged with thorns. Lorica lurched forward, her body language transforming. She crouched nearly in half, arms hanging loosely, fingers almost brushing the deck. She tilted her head at the remaining Wine River thugs, cheeks pulling back to reveal a toothy smile. Her eyes danced with darkness, squirming spikes fracturing her irises. Her skin squirmed, visible waves of ripples running up and down her figure.

“Grow,” she hissed, the word almost unintelligible. Her voice had roughened, deepening as her vocal cords stretched and deformed. She jabbed the cleaver towards the guards. They flinched back, not realizing that she wasn’t targeting them: she was aiming for the hedges at their back. The plants writhed, acting as a stepping stone for further growth. Roots wrapped around the vines, plunging into them. It was nothing so benign as a symbiotic relationship: the new growth sapped the nutrients from the hedge, using it to fuel their own growth.

Trees sprouted from the wall of hedges, gnarled trunks thick with burls and knots. The branches were short and stubby, club-like. The trees swung around, twisting, beating at anyone nearby. Their first victims were the Wine River guards, bludgeoning their skulls and shoulders. Lorica cackled madly as they were pummeled into submission. The trees continued to strike at anyone near the hedges, driving them away.

With no immediate targets for the corruption’s rage Lorica turned towards the opposite bank of the river. A massive tendril had extended across the water and was flailing at the shore. Lorica took a step back. Blackness prickled her legs, her thigh and calf muscles expanding to inhuman proportions. She took three steps then jumped. The boards of the deck cracked from the force of her kick-off, shattering from her preternatural strength. She soared through the air, arms and legs windmilling, brisk air tearing at her hair.

She slammed into the side of a building on the banks, punching straight through the wood and plaster. Lorica tumbled through the interior, furniture shattering. She eventually came to a bone-jarring halt, gasping for breath. Her physique returned to its normal dimensions gradually, barbs still prickling her skin. Splinters of various sizes jutted from her body, but she barely noticed them. She was near the front door. She kicked it open and stumbled out into the street where Anci was still trying to avoid the tentacle.

“Run!” She screamed at the Sulerian, voice still gravelly. She followed her own advice, sprinting down the narrow avenue and into the darkness of Balefire.

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