willpell wrote:<snip> Given the rain, a Flaming Sphere doesn't pose too much threat to the forest, and would likely perform suboptimally anywhere outside the Hut, so it seems the proper choice.
From the "shelf" of his compartmentalized brain, Relgar takes down the tightly coiled, volatile-looking fractal representing the Evocation he's settled upon, quickly mentally retraces the various steps of the calculation and energy-gathering phases of the casting, and sees the complex Platonic object "light up", waxing rapidly toward reality as his concentration shifts back toward the outside world. Within the space of about four real-world seconds, the thought form manifests itself into the world of force and matter, where it will hopefully make an immediate tangible impact upon the Ophidian; <snip>
willpell wrote:OOC: If you know of any rules system concerning morale checks or the like, please take the damage that the snake takes from the rolling fireball into account when deciding whether it continues fighting.
"I can't believe this is down under the city. Either the Regulars have no idea this is here, or I am not as high-up the chain-of-command as I thought," The captain muses.
dfryer36 wrote:Knightfall wrote:"I can't believe this is down under the city. Either the Regulars have no idea this is here, or I am not as high-up the chain-of-command as I thought," The captain muses.
"My sources had no idea that this was here either," Terger says. "Unless they have been keeping secrets from me as well. And I would not doubt that to be the case."
dfryer36 wrote:"If you know even half of what you claim to know then you already have the answer to your question," Terger tells the quartermaster. "Based on what you know can you honestly say that I don't already have eyes and ears inside your operation?"
Turning to Niklas Terger continues; "I did not lie to you. Everything I told you is true. My only concern is ending the violence in the streets and if we can do it in a mutually beneficial manner that is the most preferable option.
"I'm n-not sure what to believe," Niklas replies. "If you keep your words, I-I will keep mine."
"Now you will," the Quatermaster mocks. "Watch your back with this one, Alela. He's a betrayer, after all."I am authorized to negotiate on behalf of The Five in this matter. If, as you say, you know who I am and my reputation then you know that The Five have plenty of work that would be suitable for men of your skills."
Terger pulls a pouch from his waist. He tosses it toward the quartermaster. "There are five thousand gold crowns worth of gems in that pouch," he says. "Consider it a good faith down payment to make negotiations go smoother."
dfryer36 wrote:"I will submit your request to those who will see that The Five give it the proper consideration. I will also promise you ten thousand for your coffers and this..." Terger reaches into his jacket and pulls out a parchment. "There is a noble in a neighboring region that The Five would like to see moved out of the way so his nephew can take his place. The promised payment is fifteen thousand. The contract is yours if you want it."
dfryer36 wrote:"One more thing," Terger says. "The Blades have committed crimes against this city in the past. If The Five were to consider your petition they would expect that individuals would be punished for those crimes to give the citizens a sense of reassurance. Of course I would not expect you to offer up anyone important but I'm sure we can agree that those who might have lost the trust of your organization would be no loss to you and would allow the citizens to feel more secure with any relation The Five might establish with The Blades. It could even be arraigned that the story got around that they were rogue members who operated without your sanction if you wish."
willpell wrote:With the snake dispatched, Relgar turns back to the knothole.
willpell wrote:Wishing the mother snake well in finding her way back to the nest, Relgar leaves the eggs alone and proceeds. He notes the runes with mild interest, debating coming back here later (with a better spell prepared for bypassing the snake) to give them more of a look - rune magic isn't his specialty, and he has no great fondness for dwarves in general, but he's spoken with a couple dabblers in the stonefolk's runic practices, and there are parallels with his art - both being highly formalized and formulaic versions of spellcraft - which make it of possible interest. Likely these runes are merely historical and not magical, but it couldn't hurt to take a look at some point, when not otherwise occupied.
Scowling at the corpse and nervously regarding the dire rat, Relgar listens intently for signs of activity above prior to trying the ladder. He has no intention of letting the guards find him near one of their deceased and jump to conclusions.
willpell wrote:There is nothing to be done at this late stage, so Relgar banishes any doubts remaining in his mind and opens the dragon's-head box.
willpell wrote:Relgar takes the potions, the key, and the book, and examines the ring to try and determine what it is. He restores the other items to their place in the box (unless any of the papers looks important), relocking it afterward.
willpell wrote:The alley makes for a convenient refuge, but not especially useful in the long term, if a determined search is being conducted. What he needs is a distraction, so he begins intoning the words of a spell, as quietly as he can without botching its effectiveness, turning his body toward the sound of approaching boots and speaking toward his chest in an attempt to muffle the sound. Provided the spell unfolds properly, it creates a conjuration gate, through which a bright-eyed and gold-feathered eagle-owl emerges, called from the twilight wilderness of glorious Elysium, and compelled to obey Relgar's mental commands for around 30 seconds. (He finds this spell invariably worthy of daily preparation, because it is one of the few arcana which does not require its full specifications arranged in advance; he need only mentally design the portal itself, not choose its endpoints or the entity to be pulled through it, until the actual moment of casting, making it one of the most flexible solutions available to him.)
Taking a quick moment to tie a blank bit of paper to the owl's leg, he looses it with instructions to fly in exactly the opposite direction from himself, as though carrying a message back to its master, prior to taking the better part of valor. With luck, the guards will spot the exceedingly obvious celestial creature (whose camoflauge abilities would probably suffice for its bailiwick of nocturnal predation, if it were still on a plane whose emerald leaves gleam with internal health, as brightly as the bird's own orichalcum plumage and fire-opal irises), pursue it well away from the hiding and fleeing wizard, and then make ignorant assumptions when it vanishes, continuing the search for it on the assumption that it became invisible or teleported a short distance, rather than actually vanishing back to the parallel dimension to which it belongs. If they are experienced in dealing with wizards, they will likely see through this ruse, but hopefully the odds of this are poor enough to justify a ten-second delay before he starts beating feet.
Knightfall wrote:Nearly an hour passed before the man named Terger Alela entered the room.
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