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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>Old Memna, the round, bespectacled little Black Bear priestess stands waiting in the cloisters behind the chapel. She is dressed in clean white robes and waits anxiously under a covered walkway, looking between the darkening sky and the quaint little house in the nearby garden. She seems to be waiting for someone.<br> <br>Kalt makes her way to the area slowly, the Vixen's usual armor wrapped up in a drab cloak as she tries to mitigate attention drawn to herself. Smiling as she sees Menma, she offers a deep bow before clearing her throat. "Hello there, M'figurin' you went on askin' for help an' all ma'am?"<br> <br>Angus follows the Vixen up to Memna, his yew staff in hand as he looks up at the sky before pulling the brim of his hat down. "Good evening, it's nice to see you again Memna. How have you been?" He asks as he gives her a grin as he slides up next to Kalt.<br> <br>Thelergramor follows behind the foxes, hood drawn up and face concealed behind a scarf. The wolf remains silent behind them, paws in his pockets as he awaits the explanation of why freeswords were needed.<br> <br>Gold eyes glimmering with curiousity, Noosha the tiny candy-colored Hyena follows the influx of fellow beings curiously. Wherever there are folk gathering, there's usually a mark--er, friendly face to be found, right? She manages to dodge between the forest of legs and find her way to the front of the crowd, ears and tail pricked eagerly for an explanation--and, of course, any stray bits of gossip or talk that may be floating around...<br> <br>Cassidy falls from the sky, as she usually does, and touches down lightly on the ground. Taking a moment to adjust her hat and mask, she moves in after the others, trailing up behind the other foxes. "Hello, hello. Good to see you! I hope the occasion isn't too terrible."<br> <br>Memna jumps a little in surprise as Kalt addresses her, then relaxes when she realizes that these are the Freeswords she requested. "Oh! Hello dearies!" she says, smiling to Angus, "Thank you all for coming so quickly!" The little black bear looks around nervously, then waves the gathered beings into a quiet little nook, just out of sight of any casual observers.
		+	"I'm sorry if this seems a bit strange," she says, "But I have a request for you, and I would truly prefer that my superiors in the church didn't hear about it. Can I count on you to be discreet, my dears?" She lowers her voice even further. "You remember that Mister Joe, the Creator that touched down the other day and the two beings that he brought with him?" she asks, "I suspect that this Joe may not be entirely honest." She looks about as if she is worried about being overheard in the silent cloisters. "I would like you to look about in his things and see if you can learn anything," she finishes.<br> <br>Kalt blinks slightly as she nods and crossess her arms. "Well shoot, coulda went an' said that when he right landed. But if'n you're wantin' us to go doin' that, I ain't seein' how I could go sayin' no... I ain't the best at it all, but m'sure I could figure somethin' right in it." The Vixen's tail flicking as she looks to the others and nods with a smile.<br> <br>Angus gives Memna a nod as he chuckles. "Was wondering why that poor rabbit was acting so nervously." He murmurs as he realizes it might be better to switch out his souls. Reaching up to his collar he draws out his soul pendant and switches out his gems, stealth being a better thing at the moment as he leans his staff up against the wall. "Mind if I leave a few things here, or should I just carry them with me?" He asks as he looks to Memna.<br> <br>Thelergramor stretches a little, smiling behind his scarf. "Going through someones stuff without their permission? Should be fun..." Thel lets out a small chuckle, looking over the others gathered for this task.<br> <br>Noosha's eyes seem to glow with excitement at the news! She swaps out her other gem with a quick motion, letting out a whooping giggle of excitement--"heheheheheHEE!"--as she cracks her knuckles and limbers up. And maybe while the others are occupied, she can make sure she gets her fair share...and no awful meddling gadja can threaten to turn her in to the guard for this! It's like they knew she was coming...<br> <br>Cassidy does no swapping, nor disarming, only folding her hands behind her back. "I will do this, yes. Are we looking for anything in particular, or just anything that looks suspicious?" She isn't even certain if the things they'll need will be written in their language. For all she knows, they'll walk off with a grocery list.<br> <br>"Oh! Thank you, dearies!" Memna says, "I wouldn't normally ask, but I certainly couldn't do it myself!" She nods to Angus and gives a wan smile, "Of course my dear," she says in response to his question, "I will stay right here and keep an eye on them." Memna looks to Cassidy and shakes her head. "I am not sure, dearie," she says, "Anything that looks suspicious.
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		+	The little priestess produces an iron key from within her robes. "This is a key to the front door," she explains, "After that, you are on your own." She leans out of the quiet nook and points toward the little house in the gardens. "That is the place," she says, "And please hurry! All three of them left about an hour ago, and I have no idea how long they will be gone!"<br> <br>Kalt nods gently as she drops off her shield, though was loathe at the idea of leaving her sword, so she kept it close. The Vixen moving to the side as she looks to the group. "Well, figurin' a nice an' stealthy folk'll lead the way first eh? Let's go an' hop to it." Patiently waiting to follow with the group.<br> <br>Angus gives Memna a nod as he removes his pack and places it next to his staff, next goes his blunderbuss and shot pouch as he makes sure he will remain silent before he stands back up, palming a smoke grenade he had taken out just in case, and looks around. "We got a key, now lets get in this place." He comments, slipping the bomb into his pocket, before he cracks his knuckles.<br> <br>Thelergramor steps forward, taking the key with another small laugh. "Having the key does make this sort of thing easier..." The wolf walks towards the house, glancing around for anyone who may be watching. Arriving at the door, Thel unlocks it and waits for the others.<br> <br>Noosha nearly cuts off folk at the knees sprinting through the doors, pick in one hand and sturdy old dagger in the other. Although, she does pause as she enters, glancing around furtively for any booby traps they may have left behind.<br> <br>Cassidy waits outside the door for the pink fuzzball to dash inside before scooting along in after her. "My, my. Where should we look first, do you all suppose? Many options, yes."<br> <br>The door swings open as Thelergramor releases the lock, and Noosha sprints inside, giving an exuberant little hop as she enters the Creator dwelling. Those who helped Hedge to make dinner the other night will find that the scene has not changed at all. Three closed doors lead away from this main living area. The room you stand in has minimal decoration. Only a low dining table surrounded by pillows for sitting on and a small kitchen, hidden behind a low screen of moveable wooden panels. Where to look first?
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		+	The three doors are rather non-descript. One door stands slightly ajar and a bit of late afternoon light shines through the crack around the door. Of the other two, only one appears to have a lock.<br> <br>Angus moves to take a step through the door and stops almost instantly, frowning a bit. "...looks like this place was trapped after all." He mutters as he looks down at the wire. He looks up at Cassidy and Thelergramor, before he kneels to follow the wire with his eye to see where it leads to, and what nasty trap had been layed out for them.

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Revision as of 05:23, 14 July 2014

Participants

• Angus
• Cassidy
• Fenris
• Kalt
• Noosha
• Thelergramor

Date

14/7/477

Log

Old Memna, the round, bespectacled little Black Bear priestess stands waiting in the cloisters behind the chapel. She is dressed in clean white robes and waits anxiously under a covered walkway, looking between the darkening sky and the quaint little house in the nearby garden. She seems to be waiting for someone.

Kalt makes her way to the area slowly, the Vixen's usual armor wrapped up in a drab cloak as she tries to mitigate attention drawn to herself. Smiling as she sees Menma, she offers a deep bow before clearing her throat. "Hello there, M'figurin' you went on askin' for help an' all ma'am?"

Angus follows the Vixen up to Memna, his yew staff in hand as he looks up at the sky before pulling the brim of his hat down. "Good evening, it's nice to see you again Memna. How have you been?" He asks as he gives her a grin as he slides up next to Kalt.

Thelergramor follows behind the foxes, hood drawn up and face concealed behind a scarf. The wolf remains silent behind them, paws in his pockets as he awaits the explanation of why freeswords were needed.

Gold eyes glimmering with curiousity, Noosha the tiny candy-colored Hyena follows the influx of fellow beings curiously. Wherever there are folk gathering, there's usually a mark--er, friendly face to be found, right? She manages to dodge between the forest of legs and find her way to the front of the crowd, ears and tail pricked eagerly for an explanation--and, of course, any stray bits of gossip or talk that may be floating around...

Cassidy falls from the sky, as she usually does, and touches down lightly on the ground. Taking a moment to adjust her hat and mask, she moves in after the others, trailing up behind the other foxes. "Hello, hello. Good to see you! I hope the occasion isn't too terrible."

Memna jumps a little in surprise as Kalt addresses her, then relaxes when she realizes that these are the Freeswords she requested. "Oh! Hello dearies!" she says, smiling to Angus, "Thank you all for coming so quickly!" The little black bear looks around nervously, then waves the gathered beings into a quiet little nook, just out of sight of any casual observers.

"I'm sorry if this seems a bit strange," she says, "But I have a request for you, and I would truly prefer that my superiors in the church didn't hear about it. Can I count on you to be discreet, my dears?" She lowers her voice even further. "You remember that Mister Joe, the Creator that touched down the other day and the two beings that he brought with him?" she asks, "I suspect that this Joe may not be entirely honest." She looks about as if she is worried about being overheard in the silent cloisters. "I would like you to look about in his things and see if you can learn anything," she finishes.

Kalt blinks slightly as she nods and crossess her arms. "Well shoot, coulda went an' said that when he right landed. But if'n you're wantin' us to go doin' that, I ain't seein' how I could go sayin' no... I ain't the best at it all, but m'sure I could figure somethin' right in it." The Vixen's tail flicking as she looks to the others and nods with a smile.

Angus gives Memna a nod as he chuckles. "Was wondering why that poor rabbit was acting so nervously." He murmurs as he realizes it might be better to switch out his souls. Reaching up to his collar he draws out his soul pendant and switches out his gems, stealth being a better thing at the moment as he leans his staff up against the wall. "Mind if I leave a few things here, or should I just carry them with me?" He asks as he looks to Memna.

Thelergramor stretches a little, smiling behind his scarf. "Going through someones stuff without their permission? Should be fun..." Thel lets out a small chuckle, looking over the others gathered for this task.

Noosha's eyes seem to glow with excitement at the news! She swaps out her other gem with a quick motion, letting out a whooping giggle of excitement--"heheheheheHEE!"--as she cracks her knuckles and limbers up. And maybe while the others are occupied, she can make sure she gets her fair share...and no awful meddling gadja can threaten to turn her in to the guard for this! It's like they knew she was coming...

Cassidy does no swapping, nor disarming, only folding her hands behind her back. "I will do this, yes. Are we looking for anything in particular, or just anything that looks suspicious?" She isn't even certain if the things they'll need will be written in their language. For all she knows, they'll walk off with a grocery list.

"Oh! Thank you, dearies!" Memna says, "I wouldn't normally ask, but I certainly couldn't do it myself!" She nods to Angus and gives a wan smile, "Of course my dear," she says in response to his question, "I will stay right here and keep an eye on them." Memna looks to Cassidy and shakes her head. "I am not sure, dearie," she says, "Anything that looks suspicious.

The little priestess produces an iron key from within her robes. "This is a key to the front door," she explains, "After that, you are on your own." She leans out of the quiet nook and points toward the little house in the gardens. "That is the place," she says, "And please hurry! All three of them left about an hour ago, and I have no idea how long they will be gone!"

Kalt nods gently as she drops off her shield, though was loathe at the idea of leaving her sword, so she kept it close. The Vixen moving to the side as she looks to the group. "Well, figurin' a nice an' stealthy folk'll lead the way first eh? Let's go an' hop to it." Patiently waiting to follow with the group.

Angus gives Memna a nod as he removes his pack and places it next to his staff, next goes his blunderbuss and shot pouch as he makes sure he will remain silent before he stands back up, palming a smoke grenade he had taken out just in case, and looks around. "We got a key, now lets get in this place." He comments, slipping the bomb into his pocket, before he cracks his knuckles.

Thelergramor steps forward, taking the key with another small laugh. "Having the key does make this sort of thing easier..." The wolf walks towards the house, glancing around for anyone who may be watching. Arriving at the door, Thel unlocks it and waits for the others.

Noosha nearly cuts off folk at the knees sprinting through the doors, pick in one hand and sturdy old dagger in the other. Although, she does pause as she enters, glancing around furtively for any booby traps they may have left behind.

Cassidy waits outside the door for the pink fuzzball to dash inside before scooting along in after her. "My, my. Where should we look first, do you all suppose? Many options, yes."

The door swings open as Thelergramor releases the lock, and Noosha sprints inside, giving an exuberant little hop as she enters the Creator dwelling. Those who helped Hedge to make dinner the other night will find that the scene has not changed at all. Three closed doors lead away from this main living area. The room you stand in has minimal decoration. Only a low dining table surrounded by pillows for sitting on and a small kitchen, hidden behind a low screen of moveable wooden panels. Where to look first?

The three doors are rather non-descript. One door stands slightly ajar and a bit of late afternoon light shines through the crack around the door. Of the other two, only one appears to have a lock.

Angus moves to take a step through the door and stops almost instantly, frowning a bit. "...looks like this place was trapped after all." He mutters as he looks down at the wire. He looks up at Cassidy and Thelergramor, before he kneels to follow the wire with his eye to see where it leads to, and what nasty trap had been layed out for them.