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Post by Nephallim on Apr 19, 2009 17:11:06 GMT -8
The Spellsword
As the group's pace picks up and the crowd on the road thins out, Quel seems to become less concerned with keeping his greatcoat wrapped tight. His stride is not what someone would describe as strong or graceful or fast, but it is clear that he can keep a steady pace. As his coat is allowed to flutter more fully open, glimpses can be stolen of a shaft of obsidian worn in a gunfighter's holster on the half-elf's right hip. This new accessory appears to be about as thick around as a gold coin and as long as a bugbear's forearm, carved with obscure runes.
Those paying attention trained in arcane knowledge might identify the obsidian shaft as a warlock's rod, an implement for the channeling of otherworldly power.
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 19, 2009 17:13:04 GMT -8
The Glove Outside the city walls, Gavril's demeanor remains the same, silent and 'inattentive.' It is not for some miles that he changes his routine at all, until he reaches in his bag an pulls out a small book and pen. In it he makes quick sketches of surrounding wild life and landmarks. The pictures themselves are fairly good, and show a fairly good amount of skill. Along the margins, notes are made, about the time of day, season, and location.
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 20, 2009 2:53:41 GMT -8
The Narrator
The terrain passes quickly as the group moves, though the walk grows more difficult as they enter the mountains. As the group crests a tall slope, they find themselves overlooking a valley - and the orcish camp. About thirty tents, with a total of about a hundred orcs milling about between them. On the slope on the opposite side of the valley, the main entrance to the mine - a wide hole - is easily visible, with six orcs guarding it.
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 20, 2009 5:01:17 GMT -8
The Spellsword
Quel immediately crouches down upon spotting the camp. Although he is unlikely to be the first to see it, he motions for the others to take cover as his crystal blue eyes study the sparsely fortified tent village.
"I'm going to venture that it would be a bad idea to attack them head on. . ." He says as he studies the camp, "I say we stick with the original plan. . . send you two," He indicates the Glove and Damara, "In to steal the platform. Maybe Zeke and I can cause a distraction of some sort."
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 20, 2009 5:40:39 GMT -8
The Glove Kneeling at the sight of the camp, Gavril beings to look for clues as to which of the tents might be the one they are looking for (Perception +12). "First, I would like to know which tent holds this platform, or at least narrow it down. It will be dangerous enough to sneak in without having to search the entire camp."
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Post by Myridd on Apr 20, 2009 8:47:44 GMT -8
The Dragon Kissed
"Our contact said it was kept at the edge of the camp. And probably the most heavily guarded." Ezekial looks around at the tents, and points out a few. "Those three would be my guest. One of those."
He is silent for a moment. "Wait until Quel and I start the distraction. See which of those tents still has all those guards. Chances are thats the tent we want. Even orcs aren't stupid enough to let such a treasure go unguarded."
Zeke looks at his comrades, wondering what they thought of his plan.
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 20, 2009 9:05:20 GMT -8
The Spellsword
Quel nods slowly, "As for the distraction. . . I have something in mind. . . but I don't think you're going to like it." He glances to Damara with his last words.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 20, 2009 9:23:30 GMT -8
The Dragon Kissed
Ezekial looks at Quel, almost apologetically for cutting him off. "I have a plan as well. See that rockface?" He points to the eastern rockface of the mountain. "All those boulders? A big enough explosion would send those rocks tumbling down right into the camp. "
He looks around at the others, obviously excited about his plan. "And it would only take me to set off the explosion. So Quel could be waiting near by incase the Orcs catch on to your sneaking."
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 20, 2009 12:32:59 GMT -8
The Glove "Honestly? If you could prepare both distractions, that would be preferable. Especially as I am a little uneasy with starting a rock slide...those tend to get out of hand very quickly." Looking around, Gavril points to a small jutting of rocks, from which many trees stretch out, eventually wrapping around the path behind them (Schrodinger's House cat if necessary). "If the orcs do manage to spot me, I just need to reach that. Hiding shouldn't be to hard, even with their senses. It is also fairly close to the first two tents, and the third tent isn't to far away." Glancing at the others, Gavril quickly looks over the surrounding area. "We should also have a meeting point if we are splitting up."
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Bladedancer
Fighter
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 20, 2009 12:38:07 GMT -8
Damara
"The shaft of the mine and the platform, if things go well. That hill" she points over her shoulder "if they do not. It looks defensible enough."
Giving Quel a look that suggests she's resisting the urge to either laugh or box his ears, Damara rests a hand on her hip. "So what is this distraction I am not going to like?"
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Post by Myridd on Apr 20, 2009 12:41:43 GMT -8
The Dragon Kissed
Ezekial nods. "Those meeting places sound fine." He looks over at Quel, a brow raised. "So, what is your idea, Quel? Are we going to prepare both distractions?"
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 20, 2009 18:29:28 GMT -8
The Spellsword
Quel takes a deep breath, "A fire. . . there may be enough scrub and brush to spread to the camp. . ." He points to a spot on roughly the opposite end of the camp from the likely storage tents, "There. I haven't heard to many stories praising orcs for their organization. Once they are busy trying to put the fire out, they'll be less attentive. . . perfect time to sneak in."
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 20, 2009 18:39:09 GMT -8
Damara
"A fire." She purses her lips slightly, looking over her shoulder at the area around the encampment, then nods. "I suppose it's a good suggestion, assuming it doesn't spread to the point of roasting us all. A firebreak there... and there..." she points to two low dips in the hills around the encampment "ought to keep it from expanding uncontrollably."
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 20, 2009 18:42:05 GMT -8
The Glove Shaking his head a bit, Gavril points to the grove of trees he mentioned earlier.
"In any case, you and I should probably start there. It gives us the maximum cover close to the camp. The less open ground we have to traverse the better."
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 20, 2009 18:45:10 GMT -8
The Spellsword
Quel nods, relying on his keen memory to recall where to make the firebreaks.
"If I'm setting the fire, I won't be able to back you two up as quickly should things go south. You alright with that?"
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