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Post by hilathic on Jul 4, 2008 0:32:51 GMT -5
"Lead the way. I'm anxious to get going. Been saving up for something special." Hilathic falls in behind the Aasimar.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 4, 2008 17:09:00 GMT -5
Gl'Fnak nods in agreement with the other tiefling and adds, "I'll accept whatever my employer deems necessary for the ride." As the aasimar leads, the Baatorian quietly follows Hadrian back to his room.
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Post by exile on Jul 6, 2008 12:23:45 GMT -5
Tracing his way back through the narrow corridors, Hadrian arrived before the door to his rented room and turned the key in the lock. The room beyond was cast in shadows and cramped in the extreme, but it would allow them to speak in privacy should the others have questions.
“Please forgive the accommodations, cutters. At least we won’t be spending much time here. If you’ll come in, I can open the closet. Your packs, should you desire them, are within.”
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 6, 2008 14:07:34 GMT -5
Tapping his hooves together to knock any loose dirt from them, Gl'Fnak squeezes into the small apartment and moves to the far end of the bed. Adjusting his weapons and equipment, the tiefling takes a seat on the mattress. When the door is shut, he draws a little clay jar from a belt pouch; removing the lid a glow illuminates the entire room as though it were bottled sunlight. "Any specifics of the trip you can provide ahead of time may prove invaluable when the time for action arrives," the Cipher says sagaciously, strange unflickering upward shadows are cast across his face by the jar in his hands.
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Post by exile on Jul 7, 2008 22:35:46 GMT -5
“Aha!,” Hadrian laughed. “Ever the planner. I hope this ride passes without any call for action, cutter, but you wouldn’t be here if I was convinced that was likely now would you?”
Carefully opening the closet door, mindful of their limited space, the aasimar indicated the solitary open patch in the middle of the floor with a finger and called out to the shadows.
“Come, come! In the open with you.”
Responding to his willful intent more than the verbal instructions, the magical disk left its sanctuary bearing aloft its cloth wrapped package. Hadrian knelt over it long enough to remove the covering and thereby reveal three leather backpacks.
“Don’t expect anything glamorous, cutters. It’s purely functional. There’s a standard kit in each, feel free to take one if you need it, otherwise I’ve got an agreement with the vendor to return them at no cost. I’m not the one financing this little venture, and I’ve got to make every stinger count with what I’ve been afforded.”
Hadrian folded his hands behind his back and leant comfortably against the wall facing the narrow cot. “Now then, I suppose you have some questions? I’m sure Master Tensar has informed you both of our nondisclosure agreement, yes?”
Utadas Tensar didn’t need to resort to magical compulsions to ensure his employees kept their oaths. His method was far more practical, and it was only feasible as a result of the years he had invested into his considerable reputation. A basher that kept to Tensar’s code was eminently employable in the city of Sigil. One that did not could find it very difficult to find honest work, and jink had a way of keeping men honest. Hadrian waited long enough to assure himself that both men remembered their word before continuing.
“A high up in my faction is doing some research. I’m not privy to the specifics and neither are you. In order to progress however, they require some materials. That’s where we come in. When we get to Ysgard, we’re making for the closest community or lodge. Its Yule time on the plane right now, and we’re going to be bringing back three Yule logs. There’s a catch though, cutters: they still have to be burning when we get them back to the Cage. How we acquire them is up to our initiative of course.”
Hadrian paused to clear his throat, turning a questioning glance towards his audience. After a moment he continued. “That’s our principal objective at least. I have another bit of business to take care of if time permits. A summoning ritual that I’ve been preparing for, for a while, but I will only attempt it if we are certain of success in our primary venture.”
(OOC: Each backpack contains the following items in singular unless otherwise noted...) - Belt Pouch - Bedroll - Flint and Steel - Hempen Rope (50') - Sunrods (2) - Trail rations (10days) - Waterskin
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 8, 2008 1:11:48 GMT -5
Fresh from her latest venture in the Blood Pit, Quicksilver bounds through the front door of the boarding house, promptly slamming the door shut behind her, and swaggers up to the sleepy man behind the front counter.
"Oiy! Basher! I'm lookin' fer someone. One o' them Madmen. I understand he's in need o' some hired help for some little trip out o' town o' his." She slams her gauntleted fist down on the wooden surface before the man, and grins at him. The barbed wire spines glitter menacingly beneath the rust, and blood that hasn't been cleaned off in countless weeks.
"So, basher, where's tha man at? I'm in need o' a little action, and I understand he's tha one with the plan, aye?" She adds with a wink, and a grin that splits her pretty face nearly from ear to ear.
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Post by exile on Jul 8, 2008 22:51:09 GMT -5
Quicksilver’s boisterous demands of the heavy-eyed clerk carried far through the thin walled boarding house; far enough that they gave Hadrian pause towards the end of his speech.
“Ah, and now we are four. Excuse me, cutters, I hear the last member of our party calling.”
Shutting the closet so that he could open the door to the crowded chamber, Hadrian stepped into the hall and hurried back to the common room. As he entered he spied her immediately and his brow furled slightly in distaste. “Well met, Quicksilver. Come this way, the others are already here.”
Offering an apologetic look towards their host, Hadrian spoke with contrition. “Forgive me, cutter. I promise there won’t be any more outbursts, it’ll be like we aren’t even here.”
Beckoning for the woman to follow with a nod of his head, Hadrian headed back to the room.
(EDITED to respect chronology.)
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 8, 2008 23:19:01 GMT -5
Quicksilver's head whipped in the direction of the voice, and the robed man approaching her from the hallway. The rest of her follows suit, and she assumes a relaxed if arrogant stance; one that shows of her fine, sculpted physique, sheathed in mismatched plates and full-length body leathers. Though parts of her are exposed, to tease the eye no doubt, the rest of her is covered well enough to provide ample protection in toe-to-toe situations... where this quick as lightning woman excelled.
Or so she liked to think she did.
"An ye must be me employer." She extends a barbed gauntlet toward him in greeting. "I'm as eager as ye are ta get a move-on, basher." Quicksilver follows in the Aasimar's shadow, not even sparing a glance for the sleepy-eyed desk clerk.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 8, 2008 23:39:47 GMT -5
Gl'Fnak lifts one of the packs from the invisible floating disc and glances through its contents. When Hadrian returns, the tiefling nods to the woman following behind him and waits until they're all in the room to speak again.
"I've got a rope, flint and striker already the rest will be put to good use." With that, he transfers the bedroll, rations and waterskin to his own backpack and the sunrods to a black, toggle-closed belt pouch.
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Post by exile on Jul 10, 2008 16:14:57 GMT -5
“As you wish, cutter,” Hadrian exclaims as the pair enter the already crowded room. “Leave what you will and I will deal with it upon our return. I extend the invitation to you as well, Quicksilver. We were just discussing the trip before your arrival; you may take a kit if you think it will serve you.”
Reaching into his belt pouch, Hadrian produces a handful of nails and begins to distribute them to all present as he continues.
“Now, unless there are other questions, shall we be off? The portal we will be using is actually in the boarding house, and its key is three crossed nails so everyone gets a set incase it closes. I don’t want half of us stranded on one side without the key. And remember, cutters: discretion! I’m hiring you to do more than look menacing.”
This last comment he directs towards their most recent acquisition, although Hadrian’s gaze takes in all three.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 10, 2008 17:12:01 GMT -5
Gl'Fnak accepts the offered nails and places them between the fingers of his left hand, points inward and hidden by his closed, gloved hand. The Cipher grins and silently nods at the warning of needed discretion. Standing immediately, he waits for the others to file out of the cramped quarters before following suit.
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Post by hilathic on Jul 10, 2008 21:19:01 GMT -5
Grabbing the pack, Hilathic hoists in over his shoulder and takes the 3 nails offered to him. Stretching slightly as he looks over the new arrival, he yawns as if to clear his throat to say something but remains quiet.
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 11, 2008 0:01:57 GMT -5
Grabbing the pack, Hilathic hoists in over his shoulder and takes the 3 nails offered to him. Stretching slightly as he looks over the new arrival, he yawns as if to clear his throat to say something but remains quiet. "Ain't ye a short one." Silver says with a smirk and a leer at the short tiefling, and takes the remaining backpack, sifting through its contents long enough to store it all within her own backpack. There would be time enough to sort through everything later. Throwing the coiled rope over her shoulder, securing it to her backpack, she takes the nails and sets off behind her companions. "No time like tha present, eh, basher?" She adds with a grin.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 11, 2008 0:34:05 GMT -5
His coal-black eyes show no discernible movement as he sizes up the human. Splitting a toothy grin, Gl'Fnak adds after Quicksilver's rhetorical question, "well said."
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Post by exile on Jul 11, 2008 17:48:10 GMT -5
The first out of the room, Hadrian waits at the door until everyone else has left the chamber before locking it behind them. Slipping the key into his robes, the aasimar sets off down the empty corridor. “What was it again, second on the left?” he mutters to himself as he retraces his steps once more. “Yes, this must be it.” Pushing open the door to the latrine, Hadrian reaches with his other hand into his belt pouch and produces the set of nails he had held onto for himself. With an eye to the vacant space before him, he arranged the nails across one another until they described the vertices of a six pointed star.
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Post by Stix on Jul 13, 2008 16:17:36 GMT -5
From the spot where Hadrian's outstretched hand meets the bounded space, the portal flares open, revealing only darkness on the other side....
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Post by exile on Jul 13, 2008 22:05:17 GMT -5
A satisfied grin spreads across Hadrian’s features as he engages the portal. Turning a mischievous wink back on his comrades he exclaims "see you on the other side” and steps through into the unknown.
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 14, 2008 12:24:51 GMT -5
[OOC: I just wanted to point out that Quicksilver is a human, not an Aasimar. ] Following her companions through the boarding house, Quicksilver watches Hadrian push open the latrine door, and crosses the nails over his hand. Taking mental note of the action, she repeats the same process, and approaches the portal. "This oughta be an interestin' ride." Silver remarks with a broad grin, and steps into the blackness behind the Madman.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 14, 2008 13:04:17 GMT -5
((Sorry, for some reason I thought I remembered you calling or describing her as an aasimar. Previous posts updated. )) As the tell-tale planar energies ripple across the bounded space, the scaly-skinned tiefling steps up behind their employer to be able to hop through before the gate closes. With one hand on the chiv at his waist and the other hovering near a small belt pouch on the other hip, Gl'Fnak promptly steps through without a word.
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Post by hilathic on Jul 14, 2008 16:33:14 GMT -5
With a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching or following them, Hilathic quickly entered through the portal after the others. Harmonica lightly gripped between his fingers and tail lashing excitedly about, though his face showed no sign of emotion.
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