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Post by The GM on Dec 28, 2015 20:54:28 GMT
"Quickly." Tychon insists, "It's not as bad as it looks. Just a quick patch job should do."
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Post by Viasio on Dec 28, 2015 20:59:18 GMT
He leans the bow against the wall carefully, making way for Kaia. He watches her like a hawk, with an expression that forewarns of what he will do should she make a mistake. He then proceeds to circle the room, double checking everything that Orthos has done. "Make haste. We do not have much time before enemies will be on our doorstep." |
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Post by RoseMarie on Dec 28, 2015 21:01:33 GMT
"You lead them here?" He hisses. |
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Post by theros on Dec 28, 2015 21:03:30 GMT
"You lead them here?" He hisses. "Which enemies?" Balaban asks the black haired man. (Wires and rags to make it look like we're still here? Balaban can help make fake people, if that is your plan) |
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Post by Viasio on Dec 28, 2015 21:05:06 GMT
"I don't like him either, Lask, but he's not a bleeding incompetent! If enemies are following us, they were in a dire situation indeed. Prepare the backway. I'll stay here and lay traps. They'd best think we're hiding here." He kicks open his footlocker again, pulling out snares, wires, and rags. "Go to the basement! Make sure Tychon is safe!" |
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Post by Caerus on Dec 28, 2015 21:07:34 GMT
He curses and starts preparing, grabbing any weapons from his trunk and pressing close to the wall to peek out the windows. "Should someone be on the roof for a surprise attack?" "We didn't bloody well lead them here. We were betrayed. This is the only hideout we've found others." He scowls something fierce. "You may be the last of the Nightblades...we do not know how many are trailing us or if they are aware of this hideout. Best to abandon it before we are found out then." |
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Post by The GM on Dec 28, 2015 21:09:43 GMT
Tychon grimmaces a bit. "We need to leave. There could be a batallion here any minute!"
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Post by Viasio on Dec 28, 2015 21:09:59 GMT
"I don't like him either, Lask, but he's not a bleeding incompetent! If enemies are following us, they were in a dire situation indeed. Prepare the backway. I'll stay here and lay traps. They'd best think we're hiding here." He kicks open his footlocker again, pulling out snares, wires, and rags. "Go to the basement! Make sure Tychon is safe!" "Which enemies?" Balaban asks the black haired man. (Wires and rags to make it look like we're still here? Balaban can help make fake people, if that is your plan) |
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Post by Viasio on Dec 28, 2015 21:12:07 GMT
"If you want to die! You're an assassin, not a batallion! We don't know how many or who they are!" He gives Tychon a pointed look, "Which might be useful information!" "We didn't bloody well lead them here. We were betrayed. This is the only hideout we've found others." He scowls something fierce. "You may be the last of the Nightblades...we do not know how many are trailing us or if they are aware of this hideout. Best to abandon it before we are found out then." |
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Post by RoseMarie on Dec 28, 2015 21:12:43 GMT
He grabs the rest of his belongings and offers to be the first to go to get the horses.
Stealth +3
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Post by Caerus on Dec 28, 2015 21:13:08 GMT
"We didn't bloody well lead them here. We were betrayed. This is the only hideout we've found others." He scowls something fierce. "You may be the last of the Nightblades...we do not know how many are trailing us or if they are aware of this hideout. Best to abandon it before we are found out then." "Get your cloaks and daggers. We cannot replace those easily." He goes over to Tychon, waiting patiently for Kaia to finish although he looks ready to pace the room. |
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Post by theros on Dec 28, 2015 21:13:44 GMT
Balaban grabs disguises for everyone and hurries out whenever the rest do, helping Tychon walk if necessary. He'll hand out cloaks and beards and mustaches and wigs and hats and such to any who want. He throws on his own disguise, a tailor costume.
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Post by Caerus on Dec 28, 2015 21:22:46 GMT
Balaban grabs disguises for everyone and hurries out whenever the rest do, helping Tychon walk if necessary. He'll hand out cloaks and beards and mustaches and wigs and hats and such to any who want. He throws on his own disguise, a tailor costume. He goes over to help Tychon, seeming a bit overprotective. "Fire? Nice choice." |
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Post by Viasio on Dec 28, 2015 21:27:15 GMT
Balaban grabs disguises for everyone and hurries out whenever the rest do, helping Tychon walk if necessary. He'll hand out cloaks and beards and mustaches and wigs and hats and such to any who want. He throws on his own disguise, a tailor costume.
He stands with his back to the wall, holding a match and striker and staring unblinking at the door. "Fire doesn't leave too many traces. Thank you for helping Tychon. We can save introductions for after we get out of this."
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Post by Caerus on Dec 28, 2015 21:32:49 GMT
Balaban grabs disguises for everyone and hurries out whenever the rest do, helping Tychon walk if necessary. He'll hand out cloaks and beards and mustaches and wigs and hats and such to any who want. He throws on his own disguise, a tailor costume.
He stands with his back to the wall, holding a match and striker and staring unblinking at the door. "Fire doesn't leave too many traces. Thank you for helping Tychon. We can save introductions for after we get out of this."
"Not much to introduce." He mutters, but nods in agreement, helping Tychon to his feet once Kaia is done so they can leave. |
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