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| | =Participants= | | =Participants= |
| − | * [[Fenris]] | + | * [[Cary]] |
| − | * [[Iorek]] | + | * [[Donovan]] |
| | + | * [[Kastovin]] |
| | + | * [[Terry]] |
| | =Date= | | =Date= |
| − | 28/3/479
| + | 19/1/480 |
| | =Log= | | =Log= |
| − | <div></div><br> <br>It is hot and quiet in the shanties after dark. Especially in this part of town. Nobody wants to be noticed. Not when the Wild Jacks are around. There is a low, spreading building with scattered, low lights inside. Looks like someone might be home.<br> <br>A lone figure, cloaked in darkened leather and dulled chain mail surveys the entrance from a nearby alley way. Iorek mentally runs through his preparations for his attack. He will seal off all the doors except 1, leading into an alley he has blocked oof, quietly pushing carts into place and bracing their wheels with chocks. | + | <div></div> |
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| − | he looks two his nearby pot of fresh, green branches 'Yeah this will make a good amount of smoke once I get it in the door. My trip wires are set I just need a vantage point.' He thinks to himself.<br> <br>Not much in the way of vantage points out here, since everything is shabby and ramshackle. But there is one shabby little building with two storeys across the shabby little street from the shabby little warehouse. One of the doors to the warehouse opens and the dim light of a kerosene lamp spills into the dark alley. "I'mma take a leak!" comes a rough call, "Don't none of you touch my cards!"<br> <br>Iorek ducks back into cover when his ears twitch at the voice, he thinks again ' Damn, he could blow this cover!'. Thinking there is no way he can get his fire started fast enough before the others notice this guy is missing, Iorek patiently waits for his time to make his move, hoping the guard doesn't set off his nearby trip wires to soon.
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| − | The one dog feels the throb of his heart beat; the strain wanting to breathe louder as he can in the tense situation as he gulps, and waits.<br> <br>The thug from inside, a large hyena, looks up and down the narrow alley, then steps up to a convenient wall. There are all the usual sounds associated with this particular, common activity, then the hyena girds himself up again before making his way back toward the still open door. Somehow, he manages to sidestep all of Iorek's carefully laid traps and the door swings shut behind him. "Who's deal is it then?" comes the rough voice from just the other side of the thin wall.<br> <br>Iorek releases a quiet breath of relief as he prepares a grapple hook and rope to give himself access to the rooftop, but his attention is drawn by the talk of a deal as he creeps closer to the door to listen in on what the thugs are discussing, gulping hard as he does so, remaining hidden in the moonlight's shadows.<br> <br>"Mac's turn to deal," comes another muffled voice, "Dunno why you wanna keep on playin' Nines, you've already lost yer shirt tonight. You got nothing to throw into the pot!"
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| − | "Just deal me in," comes the answering growl from the hyena that must be Nines, "Jack is good for it. Sides, I'll win it all back, you watch."<br> <br>Iorek mimes a curse under his breath as he realises him imagination got the better of him, thinking they were talking about some multi-gang contraband deal or something, he takes his grapple and swings it to a secure point on the roof, thinking 'That would have been neat to bust up though...'<br> <br>The climb is not long, and there are no surprises as Iorek hauls himself atop the squat building. It looks as though someone has attempted to make a small, potted garden up here, but without much success. The night is still and quiet.<br> <br>Iorek frowns a little as he notices the sorry little pots, even the plants struggle to grow in this hell hole. He pauses for thought, looking back at the warehouse, now realising how is her going to get his fire pot inside the warehouse through that heavy door, without the card players realising. It's too late to stop his plan now, but he'll have to improvise a little as he desperately looks around.<br> <br>From up here, the shabby warehouse does not seem to have any obvious openings. There are a number of small windows set up near the eaves, but they are not exactly visible from up here, aside from the flickering light that shows their positions beneath the eaves. There is, however, on the far side of the building, a skylight. It is cracked open a bit to let in some of the night breeze, warm though it might be.<br> <br>Iorek smirks to himself as he thinks of an idea and hops down from his perch, preparing the grapple again to scale the warehouse.
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| − | He ties the pot to his line to the roof, and pulls it up after him once he climbs. Peering over the side to where he wants his ambush to take place, he evaluates if he can pull off his sling assault from up here.<br> <br>It takes a few moments to climb quietly down from one building and up another, but Iorek manages it in careful silence and finds himself positioned over the heavy main doors of the small warehouse. There are two other exits, not counting the nearby skylight, but this is the biggest.<br> <br>Iorek takes a few deep breaths ' Okay the moment of truth' he thinks to himself as me moves towards the skylight with his fire trap. A quick spark of a flint and steel and the oil soaked rag fuse catches easily.
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| − | he lowers the rope down, the grapple still secured, it dangles just out of reach of anyone wishing to stop it. Black smoke already starting to issue forth, he closes down the skylight to keep the smoke contained.
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| − | Putting his game face on, the dog covers his face with the large cloth scarf he is using like a bandana, hood covering his head so only his eyes are visable with the red pain coated around them in an effort to look intimidating and conceal his identity. He draws his sling, preparing a sleep powder punch and waits for his pray.<br> <br>It is not long before a cry goes up inside the warehouse. From here, though it is easy to hear several distinct voices, it is too hard to make out what they are saying. It is easy, however to hear mad scrambling below, though no one seems to have tried the doors just yet.<br> <br>Iorek's heart races as he bides his time, the key to this is surprised, he can't show his hand to soon. Wait, just wait he mouths to himself, listening in for the rattle of doors or his traps triggering outside the one remaining unlocked.<br> <br>There is a sound of scraping from below, the sound of something heavy being dragged about on the dirt floor and a bit more shouting, and then it becomes eerily quiet. The shouts are gone, the sounds from below have ceased, all there is is foul-smelling smoke billowing from the skylight. Something has gone wrong!<br> <br>Iorek trying to mask his panic, the dog scurries over towards the flashlight, trying to get a look inside so see what happened.<br> <br>Leaning over the edge of the skylight reveals the smoke pot, bubbling and boiling with foul, black smoke, but down on the warehouse floor there does not seem to be any movement in the obscuring cloud. Could there have been another exit? Had the gang gotten wise to Iorek's methods?<br> <br>Iorek hangs down from the roof and drops to the ground, swinging the door he left unblocked open to look around the scene.<br> <br>Flinging open the large door reveals a scene of roiling black smoke that makes Iorek's eyes water a bit. The kerosene lamps have been doused and the warehouse is dark. Maybe it would be best to call this one a loss and flee. . .<br> <br>Iorek curses as he clenches his fists with a sigh. HAving lost his only advantage the pup makes a break for it, disappearing off into the night.[[Category:RPLogs]]
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