Ch2 8

Peter|GM: THE VALERRAN, AT ECAFA.
Peter|GM: The fanciest tavern of the Sprawls - imported silk and drifting smoke and the charming presence of the server-in-white, sandaled, veiled, tail cloud-like behind her, stepping ever-so-swiftly and silently upon her sandals. There she is, now, at your side, refilling your wine from an amphora.
Peter|GM: As the centerpiece of the place, a massive catch-of-the-day - the Sovereign Sawfish - is being grilled and sliced upon before an approving audience. (A business meeting, of various captains.)
Peter|GM: A quiet, pillow-strewn corner of the tavern has a little cloth to block conversation from drifting out, and room for everyone.
MiRA-[CLE] sits herself down across the table from the Masked Buccaneer. "Man, no wonder you guys want that ship. Not having teleport hubs here *sucks* for getting around."
Le Masked Buccaneer is there, and has a collection of wine bottles now! He is clad in comfortable looking silks, and his mask has recently been shined to near brilliance.
Le Masked Buccaneer: "I am certain you are correct!"
Alianor: "…Teleport hubs. I can only imagine what you mean, but that sounds incredibly convenient."
MiRA-[CLE]: "It's like -"
Folis: "Instantaneous transportation!"
Pica-Y-Mata: "Remind me, what is our task? It has been some time."
MiRA-[CLE]: "You know how that hand lets you pass between it, letting you quickly move between two points?"
Folis: "It's long been a field of magical study."
Folis: "I imagine Mira's folk have it down to an art! If I would have to guess."
MiRA-[CLE]: "It's like that, only you have… dozens, possible hundreds, of 'hands' that let you move around… only they don't move."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Ah! My dear subterranean rescuee, we are going to Thwart the Tyrannical Empire! In this case, by removing their murderous (metaphorical) puppet from rulership."
Folis: "Sounds neat."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "By kidnapping her and rendering her unto trial."
Folis: "You got assurances the trial's not crooked, too?"
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Ah. Well. That's the thing."
Folis: "Oh dear."
Folis: "Please explain."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "It, hmm. The results…it's like watching a play!"
Le Masked Buccaneer: "We know what the end will be, but you still watch the play, don't you?"
Folis: "Oh, so it's crooked in our advantage?"
Folis: "Cool."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Quite."
Pica-Y-Mata: "Why bother with the trial?"
Folis: "Well…"
Alianor: "I imagine it's to help discredit the Imperials that put her there, or such?"
Folis: "It's like a ritual. Some things need to be observed, or the world goes horribly awry."
Folis: "At least, that's my read of it."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Ah! The trial will also be the place to usher in a new batch of ruling council members, and both, as Alianor says, discredit the Imperials, but also legitimatize the new government. As Folis says, Ritual must be observed."
Pica-Y-Mata: "Typically one can actually name a reason behind why said ritual needs observing or why such structure should remain. Ritual for its own sake should be discarded."
Folis: "Sure, but… Masky's got the reasons."
Pica-Y-Mata shrugs. "If you say so. I will acquiesce."
Echo: "Hmmm. So we aren't taking her out, but capturing her for trial. Very well."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "It serves to convey both meaning and intent to the populace, and hopefully kindle their spirits! Perhaps to action. And indeed, Echo."
MiRA-[CLE]: "And we got ourselves a location and information… so we're ready to move now, yeah?"
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Unless anyone wants a second round of wine. It is quite good!"
Folis laughs and holds up a hand. "Take it while it's there!"
Le Masked Buccaneer slides Folis a glass.
[OOC] Peter|GM: http://gaius.ddns.net Tracker <3
Folis raises the glass in toast, while sipping at her leisure. Well, somewhat hurried leisure.
Pica-Y-Mata: "You will pardon me for not yet being accustomed to the day-to-day minutiae of working in a group."
Pica-Y-Mata: "Not yet being accustomed to the passage of time moving at a pace that isn't agonizingly slow."
Folis: "Yer pardoned."
Folis cackles.
MiRA-[CLE] pats Pica-Y-Mata on the shoulder.
MiRA-[CLE]: "No worries."
Folis: "An-y-way!"
Pica-Y-Mata: "I knew them once."
Folis: "Ho ho! It's good to see the passage of time has not dampened your sense of humor!"
Folis pats Pica-Y-Mata's other shoulder.
Peter|GM: Lucha is… holed up, under mysterious circumstances, in the old Rivorando manor, in the heights of town, protected by a company of mercenaries.
Peter|GM: Half-ruined, the estate towers over the old aqueducts adjacent to it.
Peter|GM: Under cover of night - the humid, hot summer haze shines with the diffuse glow of moonlight, and the lamps below - it is well enough away from the rest of the upper edge of town that shouts will not attract guard attention.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Hm hm hm. So, considerin' you're framing this as a legit arrest and take down… we're goin' in from the front, right?"
Peter|GM: Head there when you're ready, in what fashion pleases.
Le Masked Buccaneer: "What? No, no. The /trial/ is legal."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "I'm an enemy of the state! We scale the walls in secrecy, and descend upon her from surprise, before whisking her away to her just desserts."
MiRA-[CLE]: "You're the boss!"
Folis: "Stylish."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Definitely not my wheel house though so, I'll… follow your lead."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Onward, then!"
Le Masked Buccaneer leads them past the aqueduct, using it to hide from the gazes of any guards, before approaching the mostly likely ill-defended wall.
Peter|GM: On patrol here are Driftin mercenaries from the southeast continent - white-furred, faces painted in red. They play games of chance, shouting over the results.
Peter|GM: Roll stealth. Three successes for "No attention" , Zero for "caught right now" , middle results will complicate things.
[OOC] Folis: Per person, or Masky?
[OOC] Peter|GM: Just Santiago, in the lead.
Le Masked Buccaneer rolled 2d6 and got 6, 2 ( Total: 8 ) for PIRATE AWAAAAY
Pica-Y-Mata rolled 3d6 and got 3, 6, 3 ( Total: 12 ) for apparently this counts for Prisoner
[OOC] Pica-Y-Mata: -4 luck to bump those two 3s up to 5s.
Pica-Y-Mata catches Mask by the shoulder, raising a finger, indicating a pause. On the next clatter of dice and the resulting shout, he begins moving again.
Pica-Y-Mata rolled d6 and got 4 ( Total: 4 )
[OOC] Pica-Y-Mata: okay -3 luck instead
Peter|GM: Smooth and silent - Pica-Y-Mata leads a careful path forward, up to the rear tower wall.
Peter|GM: Once, this was a garden. The place has since been salted - only scrub grows behind these fallen walls. At the top of this loosened stone is the target -
Peter|GM: Though, dark first-storey windows offer an alternate approach.
MiRA-[CLE] glances allll the way up to the top of the tower, then to the much closer windows.
Folis cracks her knuckles. Crk-crk.
Folis: "So, what's it gonna be?"
Le Masked Buccaneer flexes his arms and waggles his fingers, before pulling off his silks and revealing his armor beneath. Stuffing them under an arm, he glances at Folis. "Up the walls! First floor windows are inauspicious…and often guarded."
Folis: "That's what I'm talking about."
[OOC] Folis: What are we looking at roll spend wise?
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Race you to the top!" He's on the wall like a shiny, armored spider.
Peter|GM: Folis: Probably [Swift, and unnoticed by guards] [Climbing up] [Careful at the top, and unnoticed by the target.]
Folis rolled 4d6 and got 5, 1, 1, 1 ( Total: 8 ) for +1 from rank, +1 from Thief
Le Masked Buccaneer rolled 2d6 and got 5, 4 ( Total: 9 ) for Dofus Assisting
Le Masked Buccaneer: (Spend 3 luck for 2 more successes)
Peter|GM: The crumbling wall offers many holds - but lots of them yield treacherously under the handhold.
Peter|GM: But you can ascend as a team - carefully striking in anchor-points. Folis is tiger-swift, but Santiago brings all the experience of a life upon the rigging.
Le Masked Buccaneer threads the silks together and lowers them down behind him, a knotted rope for the less height-accustomed.
Peter|GM: Follow along. The keep awaits.
MiRA-[CLE] winces a few times at what look like some near misses or slips, slowly making her way up with Santiago's assistance.
Folis gives Masky a silent salute. Damn he's good.
Le Masked Buccaneer salutes back! Definitely first mate material!
Alianor is quite leery at the climb, glad for her own manual dexterity, and much more so for the two's instrustions.
Peter|GM: The tower of Rivorando. Of course, Lucha keeps her quarters just beyond this closed door.
Peter|GM: Echoing up the spiral stairs… Footsteps, far far below.
Le Masked Buccaneer: "A bind!" The Buccaneer whispers dolefully. "We must be swift!" He…tries the door.
Peter|GM: It opens.
Folis: "(You know, it's probably- what.)"
Peter|GM: I mean, you can open it. Not that it coincidentally opens as you move to try it. In case that was unclear.
Le Masked Buccaneer enters directly! Hopefully the rest follow, or this could be fatally embarrassing.
Folis follows. She's not that much of a jerk.
MiRA-[CLE] has her shotgun in hand as she brings up the rear. "(What, no snappy one-liner as you barge in…?)"
Pica-Y-Mata strides in besides Mira. "(An uncouth and useless gesture.)"
Peter|GM: Lucha is an obsidian-haired beauty in her nightgown. But as one enters, one is also assailed by the terrible, gut-churning smell of rot and mold. She looks up from her table at first with a smile and then - with a very, very confused smile.
MiRA-[CLE]: "(Man, no way. That's how you build street cred!)"
Peter|GM: "There is a very large number of you, and no one's carrying my dinner…"
Folis: "Good eve, madam!"
Folis: "You'll have to excuse me… I found you so, ah, captivating… that I had to come see you again. The rabble snapping at my heels are of no consequence."
MiRA-[CLE]: "(Like this -)" Mira gestures to Lucha after turning from Pica-Y-Mata. "Don't worry, I brought you a heaping pile of lead!"
Folis straightface.
Folis sighs and facepalms.
Pica-Y-Mata: "I thought we were to kidnap her."
Alianor is looking like it might be a bit cathartic to shoot something after that harrowing climb… and that rotting scent isn't helping.
Peter|GM: She closes her book and laughs a little.
Folis: "Guys, relax."
Folis: "We're goin' for a stroll."
MiRA-[CLE]: "God shut up that was cool and dramatic and set the tone for a violent encounter perfectly."
Peter|GM: "Well," Lucha says. "I think I've been coerced." She gently strolls up to the party, offers her arm Folis-wards.
Pica-Y-Mata: "I don't think it's possible to call an iconoclast of the Empire's 'rabble of no consequence,' at least in this situation. I'm sure she knows who I am."
MiRA-[CLE] makes a face as Lucha acquises.
Peter|GM: "Knows who you are…? Well, a very colorful pack, to be sure."
[OOC] Folis: Can I do a quick insight roll to hash out her posture/etc?
[OOC] Peter|GM: Totally yes.
Folis rolled 3d6 and got 3, 5, 5 ( Total: 13 ) for +1 Thief
MiRA-[CLE]: "…I thought you said she was a lunatic mass murderer? Since when does one of those not put up some resistance…?" Mira tilts her head to Santiago.
Peter|GM: "It is very hard to commit lunatic mass murder at swordpoint, Miss Falling Star."
MiRA-[CLE] scratches at the back of her head with her free hand.
MiRA-[CLE]: "I… *guess*."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Are you suggesting you are not the impetus behind the slaughter of the Sevilles and the chaos across the land?"
Folis glances at Lucha in puzzlement a moment, thinking.
Peter|GM: "Oh," she laughs into her wrist.
Peter|GM: "I did do those things."
Peter|GM: "But I can't exactly do it now."
Pica-Y-Mata: "Is 'lunatic' more literal here, and you insist on walking under the moonlight?"
Le Masked Buccaneer: "…One might admire your composure in the face of your kidnapping and imminent date with justice, but you are a monster, so plaudits will not be forthcoming. Onward, then."
Peter|GM: "It's true, if I did it during the day I would be a solar mass murderer-"
Folis has a frozen moment of realization… then she steps forward, smirking. Takes the lady Lucha by the arm… and then swiftly sweeps her behind the legs, knocking her down to the ground in a pin.
Folis: "… Impostor!"
Peter|GM: "-But no, I simply mean: I am outnumbere-" She falls and -
Folis: "You wear the mask well, but you're not getting by me!"
Folis: "Who are you?"
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Dear Folis, might you explain?"
Peter|GM: She laughs and coughs up - slime and glittering, crawling insects, shining like emeralds and jade.
Folis: "Well, there's that, for one."
Alianor: "…that's disgusting."
Echo: "…quite."
Peter|GM: "No one is Lucha Rivorando more than I am." She squishes underneath the pin. Her skin doesn't feel normal.
Peter|GM: "Which is to say, there was never a Lucha Rivorando."
Peter|GM: "…A dead house, come back from the grave for horrible, burning revenge…? It's not really possible."
Folis: "Then what's your purpose?"
Folis: "A ruse for a ruse?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "…Ew."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "I mean, I would have!"
Le Masked Buccaneer: "And to think, I almost took off my mask to confront you…"
Peter|GM: "You would have…" She looks at Santiago. There's something strange in her eyes.
Pica-Y-Mata: "You say that, and yet here I am."
Peter|GM: "…Yes, you're the real thing I pretended at being. And-" She laughs at Pica-y-Mata.
Peter|GM: "YOU'RE an impressive one!"
Peter|GM: "The skill! The craft! I'm actually a little bit in awe!"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Does it really matter if she's not strictly who she says she is, anyway? It's still the person that's been *doing* all that shit."
Pica-Y-Mata: "You're in awe of these prisoner's rags? Dear, me.
Peter|GM: She writhes uselessly in the pin. Her legs and elbows bend the wrong way as she does so, a bit like a squashed cockroach.
Peter|GM: "Who were you back in the day? You look a bit like, a bit like… a holy vision!"
Pica-Y-Mata: "Pica-Y-Mata. A name stolen from a stranger in order to greatly irritate them."
Folis shoots a glance backward. "Well, what now, rabble?"
Peter|GM: Her eyes widen. "A fallen angel, a false prophet! I'm so happy to be here…!"
Peter|GM: "Which is to say,"
Peter|GM: "I like your style."
Folis snarls, turning her glance back to the false Lucha, keeping her trapped.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Tie her up, continue as planned? Don't think anything's really changed here, other than ya can add 'lying about lineage' to the list of crimes."
Folis: "… Right."
Alianor: "Something tells me you're right about that not going down well at all."
Peter|GM: "Miss Fallen Star is very practical." She's stained Folis' sleeve green.
Folis: "Though, what with how this one writhes… we're going to need a net."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Or perhaps a sack?"
Peter|GM: "What could be thrashing inside this murderer-sized sack-" She bites her lip. "Couldn't resist." (Her lip does not survive the action.)
MiRA-[CLE]: "How d'ya know who I am anyway? Word gettin' around that much?"
Folis notices, lets out a little grunt - swiftly changing her pinning positions so she doesn't just squish through the false body.
Peter|GM: Folis, can I see two successes on Agility, please?
Folis rolled 4d6 and got 1, 1, 2, 6 ( Total: 10 ) for +1 Rank, +1 Thief
[OOC] Folis: -3 LP
Peter|GM: Her arm just - falls off as Folis moves her, as she moves to shed it to escape the pin. It's slimy, but crackly and dry on the outside - like a wasp's nest.
Folis: "Yo, are you guys gonna stand around like gargoyles? Get the bedsheets and stuff her in there or something!"
MiRA-[CLE] sighs, moving to the bed to do just that.
Folis: "If I was angrier I'd probably slap you with your own arm, but your head would probably pop off or something."
Pica-Y-Mata: "You could resist, but you chose not to. In both of the joke and with us."
Peter|GM: She's tied up! That's… I mean, you can sling her over your shoulder and haul her without much difficulty. But - one of the guards pokes his head through the door, and Lucha shouts: "Go get help, I'm being abducted!"
Folis: "… Knew I was forgettin' something. Bugger me."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Y'realize you're working for a gross, slimely evil insect hive and not actually a human, right…?"
Folis: "They're mercenaries, they don't fucking CARE."
Pica-Y-Mata: "You realize they may be more of the same, yes?"
Peter|GM: That's all well and good, but he's already bolting down the stairs by the time you've explained!
MiRA-[CLE]: "It DEFINITELY didn't smell as bad anywhere outside of the room but - oh well."
Peter|GM: "They're perfectly ordinary White Clan Driftin," Lucha says. "Very trustworthy. They're great."
Folis: "So are we gonna fuckin' fight in this rothole or are we gonna start booking ass out of here?"
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Ass booking."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "So run, my hearties!"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Waitin' on ya'll to move. I am back up."
Le Masked Buccaneer demonstrates running.
Folis: "Who wants to carry the loudmouth?"
MiRA-[CLE] moves as soon as Santiago does.
Pica-Y-Mata offers his tail to Folis, as a makeshift bindle.
Echo will pick up the murderer-sized sack.
Folis: "Thanks!" Folis then hauls ass outro.
Pica-Y-Mata withdraws his tail, letting Echo carry it. "On second thought, I need this to fight."
Peter|GM: Echo's got her? Okay!
Peter|GM: There's a pack of driftin coming up the stairs - three swords-toting mercenaries, and at the back, in a red, pointed mask, two pistols at the ready, their captain!
Folis: "Hey guys! Time t'prove your trustworthiness!"
Folis thumps her staff eagerly against the ground.
Peter|GM: The captain - the Khar - stands at the ready, and shouts. "There's a whole pack of them, boys! We'll be broken or eating flesh tonight!"
Peter|GM: "…And there's the Masked Pirate himself!"
Peter|GM: (One of the Shadows whistles.)
Peter|GM: THE BATTLE BEGINS - VS. KHAR CZINAS & LUCHA RIVORANDO
Folis tosses Lucha's arm at the Captain. "Here, this one's on me!"
MiRA-[CLE]: "…What?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "That's not normal, is it?"
Alianor: "…how about we have them eating lead instead, Mira?"
Pica-Y-Mata: "'Normal' is a connstruct.'"
Peter|GM: - Lucha is thrashing around in her sack. As long as Echo is carrying her, she won't be participating in the fight.
Peter|GM: - So, don't worry about her "Last Word" just yet. (That's her second action at the end of every turn.)
Peter|GM: The Khar catches the arm and tosses it aside. "Oh, they know what they are, mm?"
Peter|GM: Driftin may quicken, humans gain drive!
Le Masked Buccaneer spins around!
Folis takes a yowling leap into the fray!
Le Masked Buccaneer: "SO YOU HAVE HEARD OF ME!"
MiRA-[CLE] nods absently to Alianor, still Frowning at the Driftin talking about eating people.
Peter|GM: Round One - Stand strong!
Peter|GM: Pica-Y-Mata!
Pica-Y-Mata flicks his tail out to grab Khar and force him into the front row. [Stigma Chains!] [+1 Mark!] Followed up by a wide slice across the group. [Blackwing, expending mark against Khar for another d8]
[OOC] Peter|GM: That ranged? Khar's in the back row~
[OOC] Pica-Y-Mata: Stigma Chains pulls him into the front!
[OOC] Peter|GM: RIGHT
Peter|GM: Yeah, she's hauled up front!
Pica-Y-Mata rolled 3d100 and got 70, 51, 35 ( Total: 156 ) for Khar, A, B
Peter|GM: Hits all three!
Pica-Y-Mata rolled 2d8+6 and got 7, 6 ( Total: 19.0 )
d8+6: 5 [Total: 11.0 (High), Avg: 5.00]
Total: 30.0, Avg: 6.00
Peter|GM: The blazing tail thrashes through the driftin, striking for 19, 11, 11!
[OOC] Pica-Y-Mata: Drive 8/8!
Peter|GM: The Khar spits and steadies herself, eyes flashing through her helm. "Hold on-" She dashes for Echo.
[OOC] Peter|GM: Hostage Situation!
Peter|GM rolled 1d100 and got 71 ( Total: 71 ) for C90
[OOC] Peter|GM: This will rescue Lucha if it hits.
Echo dodges! [-2 LP]
Peter|GM: She grapples with him for a bit, but he forces her back.
Peter|GM: Lucha thrashes unhappily.
Peter|GM: Mira!
MiRA-[CLE] 's shotgun glows dimly as she fires at White Shadow A. [Conjuration]
MiRA-[CLE] rolled d100 and got 22 ( Total: 22 ) for 80/10
MiRA-[CLE] rolled d6+8 and got 3 ( Total: 11 )
Peter|GM: 11! Shadow A dashes forward, sword low, and strikes Echo, aiming for the legs [Cut Through]!
Peter|GM rolled 1d100 and got 67 ( Total: 67 ) for C90
Peter|GM rolled 1d10+12 and got 10 ( Total: 22.0 )
Peter|GM: Inflicting 22 physical damage and Slow II!
Echo blocks most of that! [-20]
Peter|GM: White Shadow B dashes low, slipping through the ranks, aiming to grab Mira! [Predator Catch]!
Peter|GM rolled 1d100 and got 100 ( Total: 100 ) for C70
Peter|GM: She can't get past Echo!
Peter|GM: White Shadow C goes the other way, trying the same trick…
Peter|GM rolled 1d100 and got 84 ( Total: 84 ) for C70
Peter|GM: But Pica-Y-Mata blocks him off!
Peter|GM: Santiago!
Peter|GM: The Shadows reconvene, swords at the ready, whispering amongst themselves as they consider their next move.
Le Masked Buccaneer rushes the Khar, hoping to catch her off-balance from her failed assault, baton gleaming as he strikes. "Echo! On your mark!" He reverses into a second blow, attempting to sweep the legs out from beneath the Khar.
[OOC] Le Masked Buccaneer: Overdrive! Double Up: Interrogate, Switch with Echo, Piledriver Khar.
Le Masked Buccaneer rolled 1d100 and got 83 ( Total: 83 ) for Interrogate vs Khar cos 100
[OOC] Alianor: Aren't you glad you switched back to the Baton?
Le Masked Buccaneer rolled 1d6+6 and got 6 ( Total: 12.0 ) for Gimme that weakness/momentum
[OOC] Le Masked Buccaneer: YES
Peter|GM: 12! Khar is weak to fire!
Le Masked Buccaneer: SWITCH WITH ECHO
Le Masked Buccaneer rolled 1d100 and got 10 ( Total: 10 ) for PILEDRIVER vs Khar
Le Masked Buccaneer rolled 1d6+6 and got 6 ( Total: 12 ) for And now Khar is last
Peter|GM: 12! Khar tumbles to the floor, by the double strike, and she coughs and laughs curses and praise as she regains her footing after sliding quite a ways down the spiral stairs.
Folis: "You know, Masky, I think I'm starting to change my opinion of you. Moves like that deserve recognition!"
Peter|GM: "Bastard! Shining bastard!"
Le Masked Buccaneer bows. \
Peter|GM: Echo!
Folis: "Oh man, I'm gonna have to switch out my plans now…"
Echo calls up an earth spirit for Alianor! [Q: Mystic's Beads]
Echo then smashes into Khar Czinas with his club in retaliation! [Iron Driver]
Echo rolled 1d100 and got 19 ( Total: 19 )
Echo rolled d6+8+4+8 and got 3 ( Total: 23.0 ) for C: Fire+8, Bubble (10) self
Peter|GM: Smashes for 23!
Peter|GM: Folis!
Folis snaps her fingers, flames roaring into life around her! [Release: Phoenix Tail enters Witch Mode!]
Peter|GM: Lucha cries out - "Ah! I feel that!"
Folis then does a quick, spinning fire dance, taking into account the whirling currents around her, to launch a fearsome fireball at Khar Czinas! [Witch Mode: Phoenix Tail] [Launch+3]
Folis rolled 1d100 and got 86 ( Total: 86 ) for 100/25
Peter|GM: Hits the weakness!
Folis rolled 2d10+14+5+4+7 and got 5, 9 ( Total: 44.0 ) for weakness, release, launch combo
Peter|GM: 44!
Peter|GM: Alianor!
Alianor hits a few valves [Lightning in a Bottle] before launching a large metal shard at White Shadow C! [Magnetic Stake, C-Earth]
[OOC] Folis: Oh- and!
Alianor rolled 1d100 and got 7 ( Total: 7 ) for 80/10
Peter|GM: It's a critical strike!
Alianor rolled 2d8+12 and got 7, 1 ( Total: 20.0 ) for Slow 2 on Shadow C, and Slow 1 on the rest of the enemies!
The flames shine as they impact upon contact, bouncing back leftover magical energy to form barriers around the front row! [Lightwall: Bubble (10) to front row]
Peter|GM: Khar snorts. "…Arcotech!"
Folis: "Smart one! That's right!"
MiRA-[CLE]: "What about it?"
Peter|GM: She laughs. "Well, it'd be quite a prize if I thought we were winning…"
Folis: "Drop your weapons and run away and we'll call it a draw."
Peter|GM: Round Two - Stand strong!
Alianor: "If you think I'm letting you get your mangy hands on Priscila, you've got another shot coming!"
Peter|GM: The Khar flashes a gleam through her helm. "You tricked your way in before, didn't you?"
Peter|GM: "There's no way I'm missing a shot at gnawing your bones."
Peter|GM: Pica-y-Mata!
MiRA-[CLE]: "Oh! Yes, that was wonderfully quippy. Keep it up, Alianor!"
Folis: "Hah! Then bloody yourselves honorably, you fools!"
Pica-Y-Mata: Pale, translucent wings stretch out from Pica-Y-Mata's shoulder blades, then detach from him, floating in midair. There's a distant rumble of thunder. [ OD: Omen Wings - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omwum4TDUHk ] He reaches into one of them and grabs a bolt, the [Crackling Sword of Az-Atall], striking the Khar with it.
Pica-Y-Mata rolled 1d100 and got 68 ( Total: 68 ) for burst chance
Pica-Y-Mata: M-Air! Inflict Short Burning II!
Peter|GM: Lances through!
Peter|GM: Lucha exhilarates. "…Amazing…!"
Pica-Y-Mata rolled d10+16 and got 5 ( Total: 21.0 )
Peter|GM: 21!
Peter|GM: Santiago!
[OOC] Pica-Y-Mata: Also does Omen Wings add water momentum now or when it goes off
[OOC] Peter|GM: Now!
Pica-Y-Mata: Also M-Water!
Le Masked Buccaneer leaps down the steps after the Khar, striking with his baton as he descends. "You would have done better in choosing a master! Such a pity to waste your time and talent here."
[OOC] Le Masked Buccaneer: Fighting Spirit! Who wants the bonus?
Le Masked Buccaneer rolled 1d100 and got 69 ( Total: 69 ) for CoS 100
Peter|GM: Strikes true!
Le Masked Buccaneer rolled 1d6+6 and got 2 ( Total: 8.0 )
Peter|GM: Lucha's in a pickle!
Peter|GM: Mira!
MiRA-[CLE] fires a round into Khar Czinas, barrel glowly softly. [Demonstrate - Air Combo]
MiRA-[CLE] rolled d100 and got 99 ( Total: 99 ) for 80/10
[OOC] MiRA-[CLE]: -2LP
MiRA-[CLE] rolled d6+8 and got 1 ( Total: 9 )
Peter|GM: Strikes true!
Peter|GM: Echo!
Echo calls up a host of earth spirits to shield the party! [OD: Force Field, Barrier (8) for all allies! https://youtu.be/Uw9l_vrglxI ]
Peter|GM: The spirits are acting strangely…
Peter|GM: …But the field still applies like normal.
Peter|GM: "It's fine, it's fine…" Lucha murmurs.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Something feels off…"
Echo then follows up by using air spirits to jolt the driften guards! The front row is inflicted with Short Shock II and Long Taunt I! [Jamming Wave, C: Water]
Peter|GM: Shocked and taunted!
Echo rolled 1d100 and got 89 ( Total: 89 )
Peter|GM: White Shadow A [Cuts Through] Folis, aiming for the legs!
Echo: "…troubling." He shifts the sack on his back again.
Peter|GM rolled 1d100+30 and got 91 ( Total: 121.0 ) for C90
Peter|GM: But can't catch her! Damaged by the taunt!
Peter|GM: Shadow B tries too!
Peter|GM rolled 1d100+30 and got 73 ( Total: 103.0 ) for C90
Peter|GM: And misses!
Folis bounds into the air, pulling an absurd face at the first. And second!
Peter|GM: Folis!
Folis: "Your time is up! It's game over for your little ploy!" She takes a massive leap into the air, sailing over Shadow A's head before sending a massive staff strike to the back of their head! [OVERDRIVE: Spinkick - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhuaUHUk9Zs]
Folis rolled 1d100 and got 2 ( Total: 2 ) for 80/0
[OOC] Folis: -1 LP for a crit, why not
Peter|GM: It's a critical strike!
Folis rolled 2d6+6+4 and got 3, 5 ( Total: 18.0 ) for and Slow 3
Peter|GM: 18!
Folis follows up by whipping out the Imperial-made Firebomb, pulling the pin, waiting, waiting… she throws, and it detonates, sending searing flame all across the mercenary group! [True Strikes for 8 Fire damage + Short Burning II]
Peter|GM: Liquid fire cascades down the stairs!
Peter|GM: The Khar's dazed!
Peter|GM: Shadow C… defends, putting out the flames.
Peter|GM: Alianor!
Peter|GM: Oh, and all the Shadows take 13 damage to the fire weakness.
Alianor draws a bead on White Shadow B! [Lock On -> Laser Sighted, C-Air]
Alianor rolled 1d100 and got 83 ( Total: 83 ) for 100/10
Peter|GM: Shoots true!
Alianor rolled 1d8+8 and got 6 ( Total: 14.0 )
Peter|GM: 14, and Slowed!
Alianor rolled 1d8 and got 1 ( Total: 1 ) for I keep forgetting Lock On adds a die
Peter|GM: The Khar rolls down a few flights of stairs - which looks awfully painful - and picks herself up off the floor.
Peter|GM: "Hah! Well, I think my guns just broke."
Peter|GM: "Don't get yourselves killed, boys!"
Folis: "I -did- offer you the chance!"
Peter|GM: She escapes!
Folis: "But no, you just had to get beat up first…"
Le Masked Buccaneer: "She gave it an admirable go!"
Peter|GM: Round Three - Stand Strong!
Peter|GM: Pica-y-Mata!
MiRA-[CLE] glances at Folis. "Ain't that how it normally goes?"
Folis: "I was tryin' to be honorable."
Folis shrugs.
Pica-Y-Mata: The [Omen Wings] shine forth, washing the enemy group in the same waters that submerged him for so long!
Pica-Y-Mata rolled d8+14 and got 5 ( Total: 19.0 ) for group
Peter|GM: 14 x 3, pouring in a luminous torrent!
Pica-Y-Mata: Followed by the final arrival of another torrent, having waited so long to arrive. [First Gate]
Pica-Y-Mata rolled 2d8 and got 6, 2 ( Total: 8 ) for expending 2 Marks on C
d8+12: 1 [Total: 13.0 (Min), Avg: 1.00]
Total: 21.0, Avg: 3.00
Pica-Y-Mata rolled 1d100 and got 27 ( Total: 27 ) for burst also
[OOC] Pica-Y-Mata: -1 LP. Yeah, let's make that burst.
[OOC] Pica-Y-Mata: So +3 more damage.
Peter|GM: That's - 16, 16, 20 Water damage, yes?
Pica-Y-Mata: Yes!
Peter|GM: 11! 11! 15!
Peter|GM: A is taken out! Santiago!
Le Masked Buccaneer surges back up the stairs, running along the wall to leap over the remnants of Pica's torrent. Rounding on White Shadow B, he whirls his baton. "Now, follow your leader away! this is no place for you." He punctuates his assertion with a whack from his baton. Shoo! Shoo!
[OOC] Pica-Y-Mata: nix that, no marks spent. current count, 3
[OOC] Pica-Y-Mata: so 16 all
Le Masked Buccaneer rolled 1d100 and got 84 ( Total: 84 ) for Baton Whack COS 100
[OOC] Peter|GM: OK
[OOC] Le Masked Buccaneer: THANK YO BATON
Le Masked Buccaneer rolled 1d6+6 and got 3 ( Total: 9.0 )
Peter|GM: 9!
Peter|GM: Lucha flops about!
Peter|GM: Folis!
Folis snaps her fingers, setting Shadow C ablaze! [Witch Mode: Phoenix Tail]
Folis rolled 1d100 and got 78 ( Total: 78 ) for 100/25
Folis rolled 2d10+14+5 and got 5, 3 ( Total: 27.0 )
[OOC] Folis: erm…?
[OOC] Folis: okay yeah
Peter|GM: Hits the weakness for 27! Unless weakness wasn't baked into that.
[OOC] Folis: yeah +5 is weakness
Peter|GM: Echo!
MiRA-[CLE] glances around, listlessly. "…Wonder if that's really all there is to it? Was kind of expecting more…?" She then shrugs, taking a shot at Shadow B before it can move.
MiRA-[CLE] rolled d100 and got 94 ( Total: 94 ) for 80/10
[OOC] MiRA-[CLE]: … I'll just miss, Echo's got it!
Peter|GM: Right, Echo!
Peter|GM: Good on you for noticing I meant Mira the first time.
Echo strikes the last driftin with his club! [Attack]
Echo rolled 1d100 and got 91 ( Total: 91 )
[OOC] Echo: -2 LP
Echo rolled d6+12 and got 4 ( Total: 16.0 )
Peter|GM: Smash!
Peter|GM: A VICTORY. You've forced your way through! Got +10 EXP!
MiRA-[CLE]: "…Guess so? Huh."
Pica-Y-Mata: "I suspect there may have been further complications if they managed to release our captive."
Pica-Y-Mata prods a finger into the bag.
Pica-Y-Mata: On the surface, you know. Not -into- into.
Echo: "Likely, the spirits were starting to feel…strange."
Peter|GM: Yup, still there.
Peter|GM: Lucha kicks and thrashes about.
Echo: "Lead on, Captain, to our destination for this…being."
Pica-Y-Mata: That's the reaction he was hoping for.
MiRA-[CLE] reloads with a shrug, and continues down the stairwell.
Peter|GM: As you're heading down, you see lights advancing on the manor -
Peter|GM: there's an Imperial patrol coming to investigate.
Alianor carefully lets Priscilla vent and reloads as they head down.
Folis: "More of them? Goddamn."
Peter|GM: Lamps in hand, they're coming up the twisting road towards the estate, spied through the window.
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Hmm. Quick! Back towards the wall, we'll scale back down and flee back along the aquaduct."
MiRA-[CLE] nods, glad she's not carrying the sack.
Peter|GM: Echo, I'll need an Agility roll going that way. [Don't hurt yourself], [Don't fumble Lucha]
[OOC] Echo: oh boy, can't use Strength?
Echo rolled 2d6 and got 3, 5 ( Total: 8 )
[OOC] Echo: -2 LP if it's only agility
[OOC] Peter|GM: Yup!
Peter|GM: Carefully clambering down the rope, one hand on Lucha…
Peter|GM: The aqueduct curves towards the city in one direction, vanishes beneath the earth in the other. If you can just get Lucha to the guard, then…
Le Masked Buccaneer leads the way!
Peter|GM: And down into the city, and - Agility or Navigation, please?
Le Masked Buccaneer knows Ecafa like any of its true children! And also like a man who smuggled candied oranges past customs patrols in his dissolute youth.
[OOC] Le Masked Buccaneer: Does my trait Di - +2 dice to outwit, outrun, outmaneuver and overpower Imperial forces while masked.
Le Masked Buccaneer: apply, Peter?))
[OOC] Peter|GM: Sure does!
Le Masked Buccaneer rolled 6d6 and got 5, 5, 1, 3, 5, 5 ( Total: 24 ) for woo
Peter|GM: Fleet of foot - quick of step - and cunning of direction.
Peter|GM: THE GUARD STATION AT WINE STREET,
Peter|GM: As planned, before its cellar door.
Peter|GM: Lucha stops to comment:
Peter|GM: "Well, well played."
Peter|GM: "…I better put my face back on and play my role properly, but…"
Peter|GM: "Next time I'll tie the score."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Next time?"
Folis: "That's ominous."
Peter|GM: "I'm an If-Ys," she explains.
Peter|GM: "We don't say 'die'."
Folis: "That's true."
Folis: "I hope you pick something else fascinating next time."
MiRA-[CLE] takes a couple of seconds, trying to pronounce that under her breath.
Folis: "If-yees."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Is that like an Exarch or a Fiend…?"
Folis: "It's a spirit given form."
Pica-Y-Mata: "Nature spirits. Much like myself."
Peter|GM: Head in when you're ready for the handoff.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Huh… this planet's weird."
Pica-Y-Mata: "And more accurately, we choose our form."
Folis: "Yup."
Pica-Y-Mata: "On a nightly basis."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Crazy."
Folis: "That's the priviledge of being a spirit."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Well! It is time."
Folis: "Let's go."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Fake-Lucha-Who-Is-An-If-Ys, it has been awful."
Le Masked Buccaneer heads in.
Pica-Y-Mata: "The difference between her and myself - "
Pica-Y-Mata: "I show you -exactly- who I am."
MiRA-[CLE]: "You also don't smell nearly as bad."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Also, you're not awful. I quite like you!"
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Yes, and there is the smell."
Folis: "For what it's worth, your chosen form was indeed spellbinding."
Pica-Y-Mata: "Oh, I'm plenty awful.
Folis: "… in a number of ways."
Peter|GM: Inside:
Peter|GM: The Guard-Consul, who once cut a military figure but now, does not. He waits patiently with a troupe of heavily armed guardsmen.
Peter|GM: He looks over Lucha, as she is produced.
Peter|GM: "Well, my masqued friend," he says. "You'll have your trial."
Pica-Y-Mata: "Good luck with an execution."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "She is a shapeshifting monstrosity in the form of a woman."
Le Masked Buccaneer sighs. "There is no true noble scion. All a fabrication."
Peter|GM: The Guard-Consul shrugs. He looks Lucha over, pacing about, like he's doing an inspection.
Peter|GM: Well, she's got two options, then, the way I see it. "
[OOC] Peter|GM: +", above.
Peter|GM: "You sit pretty in the shape you are now, Ms. Monstrosity, until after your trial."
Peter|GM: "Or I sic the iron elves on you."
Peter|GM: Lucha smiles through grit teeth.
Peter|GM: "…I'll play this one out to the end."
MiRA-[CLE]: "(Iron elves…?)
Peter|GM: A jovial laugh form the consul-of-guard. "Smart, too. Somebody's used to this."
Echo: "(The alloci elves. Unlike the maid, their skin is studded with cold iron.)"
MiRA-[CLE] purses her lips together. Must be some kind of cultural thing.
Le Masked Buccaneer: "So! Shall we leave her to you, then?"
Peter|GM: "So you shall."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Fair night to you, then!"
Peter|GM: "You'll have to pardon me," shrugs the consul. "I'm not much for hosting rebels."
Peter|GM: "Fair night!"
Le Masked Buccaneer whirls to face the rest of the party. "…Third round of wine, then?"
Echo: "Why not? The night is still young."
Folis: "Hear hear!"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Clean victory's worth celebratin' as much as a messy one, sure."
Alianor: "Ah… no complaints here, either."
Peter|GM: A THIRD ROUND OF WINE, AT THE VALERRAN.
Peter|GM: Things went swimmingly!
Le Masked Buccaneer: "I must admit, when she became less-than-comfortably-corporeal I really thought it was going to go worse than it did!"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Hahah, yeah no kiddin'."
Folis: "It's okay, I had a good grip on the situation."
Folis snorts.
Peter|GM: A woman with short hair, with a scar over her eye, and a tight grey coat, despite being inside, strolls up. She pulls away the thin silk curtain, pokes her head in. Smiles.
Peter|GM: "Celebrating, are we?"
Pica-Y-Mata: "Who's asking?"
Folis: "Hey!"
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Pardon? Did someone order a fourth round of wine? Folis will become tipsy."
Folis: "Would you like t'join us!"
Folis: "Cheers!"
Peter|GM: "Sure thing." She sits closest to the edge of the couch.
Folis: "Hey!"
Folis: "It's you!"
MiRA-[CLE] glances from the woman to Pica-Y-Mata, then downs the rest of her glass.
Folis does the little finger-flick-flame thing again.
Pica-Y-Mata: "She's a familiar face to you?"
Folis: "What brings you to our rowdy little corner eh?"
Peter|GM: "Ah, well. Heard that little book yours-" She gestures, vaguely, to Folis' pack. "-Is something special."
Folis: "Yeah, I met her at a party but didn't get to talk much 'fore she wandered off."
Peter|GM: "Don't suppose you can tell me where you got it?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Oh right… from the party on the boat."
Folis snorts, and giggles. "I treasure hunted it."
Folis: "… Actually."
Folis: "I don't even think that was me!"
Folis: "I picked my own party's pockets."
Folis: "Hahahah."
Alianor: "…I don't think a shared loot pool works like that."
Folis: "Shhhhh, shhhhh."
Peter|GM: She laughs along. "Sharing loot? Awfully egalitarian."
Folis: "I mean, why not?"
MiRA-[CLE] shifts in her seat, less relaxed.
Folis: "Nobody can use it all the time, so."
Pica-Y-Mata: "Security, possibly."
Peter|GM: She shakes her head. "Yeah, I've got a standing invitation to that little shindig."
Folis 's ears perk as the gears finally start turning.
Folis: "Wait!"
Folis: "Then that means… you've met the good Captain?"
Peter|GM: She sizes up the masked pirate. "Not in person."
Folis: "Nice folk, just don't get on their bad side or they'll invite you to dinner!"
Folis: "Ohohohoho!"
MiRA-[CLE]: "I think… you've had enough to drink for one night…" Mira sighs, leaning across the table to take what's left of Folis' glass.
Folis: "Aww."
Peter|GM: "The Khar's all talk, really." A little shrug. She sips from her flask.
Folis: "That's disappointin'."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Then allow me to formally say: Greetings! I am the Masked Buccaneer, black sailed scourge of the ocean, blade of the tide, prince of plunder, captain of the fair ship Retidão."
MiRA-[CLE] pauses, before shifting onto her knees and giving Pica-Y-Mata and Santiago both a side glance.
Pica-Y-Mata: "Is she a gossip, too?"
Le Masked Buccaneer leans forward. "Might I ask your name? And ah! A Khar, you say?"
Folis: "Hey, if the Khar's all talk, what about you? How d'you fight like?"
Peter|GM: "I try not to fight."
Peter|GM: "I'm Agent Pell, Imperial Intelligence."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Ah!"
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Ah."
Folis freezes a moment… then goes back to that goofy grin.
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Hmm."
Folis: "What's the occasion, Miss Pell?"
Le Masked Buccaneer leans towards Mira. "Yes Folis has had enough to drink"
Peter|GM: "This is an important night, so I wanted to make sure all of you had some company for the next little while." She kicks her feet up on the table.
Folis: "That's awfully kind of you!"
Alianor takes a sip of the drink she's nursing before rolling her eyes and going back to adjusting some parts of Priscilla. "And why would you say it's important?"
Peter|GM: "I've got riflers on every exit. Let's relax for a bit, catch eachother up, and then I go on my merry way."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Imperial Intellegence! That means you know a lot about the world and its goings on, right?"
Folis freezes a moment again.
Echo: "Prudent."
Folis: "Well. Okay."
Peter|GM: "Know a little. Most of you are in from the Arcolith, aren't you?"
Peter|GM: "Associates of the elf."
Folis sloooooowly turns her head to the other members of the party.
MiRA-[CLE]: "I'm from outer space, and I got way more important questions for you, than you have for them."
Pica-Y-Mata takes Folis' glass and downs it himself.
MiRA-[CLE] taps at the table with a finger, hard, as she makes contact with the agent.
Echo: "A little bit hard to hide with some of the gear we're toting about." His shield being one of them.
Pica-Y-Mata: "Gear?" He tilts his head, indicating … well. All of him.
Peter|GM: She shrugs. "Sure, let's trade questions."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "You have a point, dear Echo." He regards his baton fondly,if with a little embarassment.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Okay."
MiRA-[CLE]: "So."
MiRA-[CLE]: "The Patreons. They traditionally go by the name of the Exarchs. They seem to have fucked off from this planet for the most part after strip minining it, and left one behind. Dormant."
Pica-Y-Mata: "Patrons."
MiRA-[CLE]: "How much information do you have on them, and specifically about the time period when they were active?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Because they're about to be a hell of a lot more active here soon, and a bunch more of them."
Folis turns and stares at Mira, open-mouthed.
Peter|GM: Pell considers this carefully. "We have some knowledge.
[OOC] Peter|GM: accidental enter, more coming
Peter|GM: "And, unusually, our dossiers also consider 'Exarch' to be the true name of those entities."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Oh thank god, someone on this planet might be vaguely aware of the shitstorm that's incoming."
Folis sloooowly turns back to Pell.
Peter|GM: "We know that there's one dormant inside " Agaap ". It exerts a strong magical field that's recently been growing."
Peter|GM: "Creating monsters that we've codenamed 'Agaapspawn'."
MiRA-[CLE]: "We fall them Fiends, but stands to reason that's the first thing it's doing upon waking."
Folis: "Magic, huh? Have any of your folk tried breaking through?"
Peter|GM: "None of the implements we've fielded already have been effective."
Peter|GM: "So, we're going to send in the Mana Sword."
Folis stares, eyes practically gleaming. "The what?!"
MiRA-[CLE]: "You have control of the Mana Tree, then?"
Alianor: "That… sounds ominous."
Peter|GM: Agent Pell shrugs. "Not for us. Once he finishes his current mission, we'll see how the Knight handles an Arcolith."
MiRA-[CLE] rubs at her face.
Folis has the gears-turning expression again.
Folis: "Knight…"
Folis: "You mean, like…"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Tell your Empress to back down from the world conquest shit for a bit, alright? Planet being in the middle of a war with itself is going to destroy any hope it has of coming out of this on top. If you *know* the Exarch is waking up and have a weilder for the Mana Sword that should… without question be the thing you need to focus on."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "I do not think the Empire really backs down from conquest."
Folis just curls up a little.
Pica-Y-Mata: "Can they feasibly fight two war fronts, though?"
Peter|GM: "I've never lost money betting against the Empire." She looks the party over.
[OOC] Peter|GM: Betting on, that is.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Can a colony of ants fight off a badger and a man with a blowtorch at once…?" Mira makes an exasperated noise.
Le Masked Buccaneer: "My dear friend from space, you are arguing with the wrong ant entirely."
Le Masked Buccaneer leans towards Agent Pell. "Is there anything else you need before you leave us to seeing to Folis and her oncoming hangover?"
Peter|GM: "What do you need to get out of this city?"
MiRA-[CLE] rubs at her face.
Pica-Y-Mata withholds any commentary for now.
Le Masked Buccaneer: "The end of the purges. The return of sane home rule to Ecafa. A gross of fresh oranges. Every Imperial banner torn down and to see you fleeing backs in the streets. A thousand gold and new sails. Every hand here armed against you. A new hat for Folis and some sort of…gun..wax..for Alianor." He pauses to look apologetically to Mira, Pica, and Echo, he has no idea what they'd want.
Folis makes a brief thumbs up at Masky from her curled position.
Alianor: "…gun wax, really?"
Peter|GM: "Well," Pell says, shrugging widely.
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Look I have no idea how you maintain that cannon of yours; if you use dish soap and water I couldn't very well say that."
Peter|GM: "Seems like you're gonna be stuck here for quite some time."
Pica-Y-Mata: There's a reason he's withholding commentary. Right now, his thoughts have turned to the possibility of orchestrating the Exarch's revival to doom this world and the Empire with it. It would also mean his own end, but - well, the parable of the scorpion and the frog comes to mind.
Folis looks up again, the beginnings of a snarl on her face.
Pica-Y-Mata: Mira probably wouldn't take too kindly to it, though.
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Oh, I don't know. Folis is fairly amicable on the subject of hats."
MiRA-[CLE] shakes her head, before tapping at the table again. "Just. Seriously. Make sure you or your superiors tell your damned Empress that she needs to back down, shore up her defenses, and prepare to fend off an intersteller invasion. If she can't? She's too stupid to be in charge of an empire, and it's going to need to change hands."
Folis: "I think it's time for you to leave."
Peter|GM: She checks her pocket-watch.
Peter|GM: "Hey, you're right."
Le Masked Buccaneer leans towards Mira. "You see, the rest of us have already figured out that last part. The first is news to us, I must admit."
Peter|GM: "Stay beautiful." She picks herself up, stretches.
Folis: "… you need a smoke on your way out?"
Peter|GM: "Nah, that's tempting fate. I'll pay your tab, though."
Folis: "… Thanks."
Folis goes back to curling up, muttering to herself.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Yeah… I've noticed your people seem to generally be sorely lacking in records of the era when they were active here."
Peter|GM: Agent Pell strolls out, tossing a sack of money to a clerk.
Le Masked Buccaneer sighs.
[OOC] Peter|GM: …Inn rooms are covered tonight.
Folis: "… I shoulda known she was trouble…"
Echo: "Only one voice among many speaking to the Empress. We probably can't count on much."
Alianor: "There were some pretty… concerning revelations about the Patrons, Architects, Exarchs, whichever, in the Arcolith, so I can definitely believe you when you say they might be coming back."
MiRA-[CLE] frowns at Echo.
Echo: "And I doubt she's going to take your advice, from the sounds of it."
Peter|GM: Think of it like a burning fuse: [An Imperial Ambush At the Worst Time: 0/5]
MiRA-[CLE]: "They're definitely coming back. That's the whole reason Maribelle's ship was headed here."
MiRA-[CLE] sighs, rubbing at her forehead.
Folis: "I really don't wanna face the Knight again…"
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Well. Let's get Folis some water and something starchy if they have any of those potatoes left, and we'll work on it tomorrow."
Folis: "I hate her so much… what they did… they weren't anything anymore…"
MiRA-[CLE]: "…Probably a good call."
MiRA-[CLE] pauses for a second, before turning to Alianor. "Actually speaking of maitence - you're a mechanic and kind of familiar with the Exarch's tech, right?"
Le Masked Buccaneer reaches over to pat Folis's shoulder. "My dear, time to get up."
Folis groans.
Folis: "Hey, Masky."
Alianor: "As familiar as anyone that isn't an Imperial researcher can be, yes. Why do you ask?"
Le Masked Buccaneer: "Yes, Folis?"
Folis: "You're a good guy, okay?"
Folis: "Lemme lean on you for a lil bit."
Le Masked Buccaneer: "I'd be honored."
Folis mumblegrumbles and brings herself unsteadily to her feet.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Because I'm signifigantly more advanced than anything else on this planet. And I could use some help running diagonistics on my body. Maribelle had to boot me up earlier than expected, and I've been feeling a little off ever since I met with Elbereth and Lobelia the other day." She rolls up her sleeve, revealing a [Wound] on her arm that hasn't quite repaired itself as it should.
Alianor furrows her brow, before gently setting Priscilla to the side to look at it better. "…Right, and you can't exactly go to a normal doctor for this kind of thing. I could give it a try, if you'd like?"
Le Masked Buccaneer gently helps her up and provides as steady a shoulder as possible. He glances back at Mira and Alianor. "Good luck with…that."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Seems like the best course of action at the moment, yeah." She nods to Santiago.
Pica-Y-Mata silently settles his gaze on Echo while everyone else talks to their dance partners.
Folis hobbles off innward.
Echo raises an eyebrow.
Pica-Y-Mata: "I've got nothing."
Echo: "Very well. Good night."
Alianor nods and starts digging into her pack for some tools, setting them down (and her drink far enough away to not worry about something splashing into it accidentally) before getting to work on MiRA's arm.
Peter|GM: A RESPITE, BEFORE FURTHER TRIALS.

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