Topic: The Adventures of Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun
Subject: Planes, Plans, and Automobiles
"Haren'salkya," Aranwen corrected the thief’s mispronunciation, "Fortune's dancer, I believe she is also referred to by Shinara."
Kithran’s nose scrunched disgustedly at the sound of the luck goddess’ name, you just can’t let me be, can you?
The bladesinger continued, "And in a strange twist of fortune, knowing that Morgana is after you two does give us one possible opportunity. From what you've told me, she tried to capture, not kill, so Adedre clearly wants you brought back alive. If we could make a mask that looked like Morgana's, perhaps they'd simply open the gate for us if we walked up to it. Not unlike the first time I gained entry, posing as a city guard."
“Ah, I see why you were looking for a mask now! And you said you weren’t preparing for a party, Aranwen,” she shook her head and grinned at her, “Anyway, I think that could work. You would need to tie us up and perhaps don a costume. Her guard thus far have not proven themselves to be too clever though, so it likely would not have to be too intricate. Those skeletal creatures she commands though, I haven’t a clue what sort of detection abilities they have . . . ”
Ch’dau suddenly snorted beside her, “Perhaps we do not bother with any of the known entrances,” he crouched down, drawing the walls around the the Undolithe estate, “It may serve us better to climb over a section of the walls where there are likely to be fewer eyes, observe whatever patrols might have been set, and determine an appropriate entry point from there.”
Kithran nodded, “A little reconnaissance wouldn’t hurt. I know the insides of the manor fairly well, it is the guard outside I am truly wary of.” She looks back up at the bladesinger, “I am sure you were fairly preoccupied before, but can you remember about how many you faced when you stormed through the front gate last night?”
((OOC: A’s answer))
The half-Sylvari nodded, “And we can assume both that and the guard inside have been reinforced--not to mention the likes of that bone monstrosity that chased us out of the window” She ponders for a moment, crossing her arms then looking at Mosic, “Cleric, undead monsters, have you anything that might protect us from such horrors?”
Mosic nods his blonde head without hesitation, “The Helping Hand can aid us in the ability both to turn and destroy undead, however, I am limited in the number of times I can use it, as it consumes quite a bit of energy, so I will defer to you as to the most beneficial time to use it.”
Kithran scoffed, but it was largely at herself, “I must in turn defer to the honorable ones for that judgement,” she nods to the Sylvari and Kazari, “My first experience with the undead was only last night, and they are terrifying. If I were in charge of your ability to destroy them, I’d be forcing you to do it at the very first, very slightest shuffling of feet.” She shivered at the thought of those empty eye sockets and continued.
“The wall isn’t too high, a couple of us could probably have a peek over while the others kept a lookout. I enjoy climbing quite a bit, so I will volunteer to be one of peekers.” She looks at the others, and the wall beyond them, rising up to guard the creatures within, “Perhaps a blending of the plans is in order. Say we attempt to be as sneaky as possible--go over the wall, take the back entrances or climb through a window, all of that--but if we are caught, we have the mask available for Aranwen to disguise herself?”
((OOC: discussion, but I will assume we are all on board for now. If not, I will revise!))
Kithran grins and claps her hands together once, “Sounds like we have a plan! Though,” and she looks back to the bladesinger and sighs, “Perhaps we should split up once more in order to find you a mask? I can lead you to the shop with all of the random items, Aranwen, while the gentlemen here scamper up that wall. We may be able to find another place with medical supplies that isn’t full of frightening puppets as well.”
The idea of splitting up again was far from appealing, but stacking the odds in their favor before the four of them raided a puppet witch-enforced necromancer’s lair certainly was. There was a brief moment she wondered at the risk she was taking for a simple book. The bladesinger wanted to irradicate the evil within, to end Adedre’s terror over the town. Kithran just wanted to be left alone while she sought who she sought. The Kazari wanted his revenge and blood. While fun, it was not enough to get Kithran over that wall.
No, Kithran needed knowledge. She was unable to give up because those mystery keepers had information worth more to her than honor or blood. She needed retribution. But first, she needed that book.
Posted on 2019-11-30 at 13:10:55.
Edited on 2019-11-30 at 15:45:22 by breebles
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