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Post by theros on Dec 28, 2015 21:34:19 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."
Catches! He makes sure to follow the instructions perfectly. |
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Post by The GM on Dec 28, 2015 21:38:25 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."
As he says this a flaming arrow crashes through the window. |
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Prologue
Dec 28, 2015 21:44:20 GMT
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Post by Caerus on Dec 28, 2015 21:44:20 GMT
"Balaban." Orthos tosses him a set of keys. "Locker downstairs has a false bottom. Locks are black, silver, black, gold, copper. Get my cloak and dagger. I don't need the disguise. I'll be right behind you in five minutes or when I hear a damn thing at that door."
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."
As he says this a flaming arrow crashes through the window. "Rezon'mei." He curses beneath his breath as the floor catches fire and the flames flare up! ((Secret tunnel! Secret tunnel!)) |
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Post by Viasio on Dec 28, 2015 21:48:54 GMT
"Balaban." Orthos tosses him a set of keys. "Locker downstairs has a false bottom. Locks are black, silver, black, gold, copper. Get my cloak and dagger. I don't need the disguise. I'll be right behind you in five minutes or when I hear a damn thing at that door."
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."
As he says this a flaming arrow crashes through the window. |
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Dec 28, 2015 21:51:48 GMT
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Post by Caerus on Dec 28, 2015 21:51:48 GMT
As he says this a flaming arrow crashes through the window. "We can clear the exit - make way for the docks and sail across the sea." |
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Post by virgil on Dec 28, 2015 21:59:09 GMT
(Sorry was busy) Kaia quickly patches up Tychon and helps out with hauling stuff around!
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Prologue
Dec 28, 2015 22:10:14 GMT
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Post by abrus on Dec 28, 2015 22:10:14 GMT
As he says this a flaming arrow crashes through the window. "Lead the way oh fearless leader!" |
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Post by The GM on Dec 28, 2015 22:16:06 GMT
Many more arrows thud against the side of the building as you flee. Flames and heat begin to leak through the boards as the building quickly goes up in flames
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Prologue
Dec 28, 2015 22:23:37 GMT
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Post by Caerus on Dec 28, 2015 22:23:37 GMT
The tunnel leads a few blocks over in the city to a quiet street. A hazy light shines through the drain where the tunnel leads to, and rain is just beginning to drizzle, the stars and moons a dreary grey from the clouds forming.
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Post by The GM on Dec 28, 2015 22:38:31 GMT
There are Imperial soldiers on the move. A squad of fifteen fans out over the area searching for any suspicious activity. An Imperial Battlemage heads the squad shouting out orders. Each man is in chainmail and wears a sturdy half helm and are armed with spears and short swords. The battlemage wears light plate mail and has a cape signifying rank. He carries a longsword which he as drawn.
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Post by theros on Dec 29, 2015 0:00:08 GMT
Orthos jumps up, startled as hell. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Goatshit, fuck!" He gestures for everyone to get downstairs, following as fast as is reasonably possible. "Lead the way oh fearless leader!" Balaban joins them at the second floor entrance, his mouth under a false blonde mustache in a flat pursed line. He gives Orthos his cloak and dagger and anything else that was in his chest. |
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Post by theros on Dec 29, 2015 0:02:02 GMT
The tunnel leads a few blocks over in the city to a quiet street. A hazy light shines through the drain where the tunnel leads to, and rain is just beginning to drizzle, the stars and moons a dreary grey from the clouds forming. We split up from here to meet at docks? |
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Prologue
Dec 29, 2015 0:06:31 GMT
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Post by Caerus on Dec 29, 2015 0:06:31 GMT
"Lead the way oh fearless leader!" Balaban joins them at the second floor entrance, his mouth under a false blonde mustache in a flat pursed line. He gives Orthos his cloak and dagger and anything else that was in his chest. "Meet at the docks. Half of us left the rest right. Go in pairs," |
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Post by RoseMarie on Dec 29, 2015 0:12:41 GMT
Balaban joins them at the second floor entrance, his mouth under a false blonde mustache in a flat pursed line. He gives Orthos his cloak and dagger and anything else that was in his chest. "Meet at the docks. Half of us left the rest right. Go in pairs," |
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Dec 29, 2015 0:23:38 GMT
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Post by Caerus on Dec 29, 2015 0:23:38 GMT
"Meet at the docks. Half of us left the rest right. Go in pairs," "Is there a problem?" |
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