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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>Amos is waiting outside the doors of Burkes & Burkes with his hands in his pockets. The scarred old tomcat looks over the gathering beings with his one good eye. "Come on, boys and girls," he rasps, "We don't got all day, and I ain't sayin' this more than once!"<br> <br>Thelergramor has been waiting for this. In full equipment, multiple weapons, the wolf grins behind his mask, bandage wrapped around his torso from a recent arrow wound. Shouldn't affect his performance. "Are you sure, Amos? What if it needs to be said again?" A chuckle, likes messing with the cat. His blunderbuss in hand, the wolf is chomping at the bit to get started.<br> <br>With a hand on her skirt to keep modesty, Cassidy drops from the sky and quickly straightens up, brushing her gloved hands  on the red sleeves of her jacket before tipping a hat. "Hello! I am ready and able, reporting for excitement." She turns her masked face up to the sky, trusting her companion to drop down any moment now to join her.<br> <br>Natska does indeed land right next to Cassidy, legs bending into a slight crouch as the extra weight of her armor weighs her down. She gives Amos a solemn nod, stepping up next to Cassidy, and her ear flicks. "If he has to say it twice then something is already going wrong," she says. "I am ready, Mister Longtail."<br> <br>Cythim slowly approach the group, looking around to see where they are actually. Wearing a simple robe, a long spear on her back and a hood over her face, she is someone that tend to be unnoticed easily. The salamander bow softly to Amos, "Hello ... Mister?... Hum... I am sorry but i don't know your name... Would you mind if you told me so?", as she place a hand on her back, uneasy.<br> <br>Angus approaches the group, his silvery golem Mister sitting upon his shoulders as the fox looks around. At his belt sat his rapier, a dagger tucked in at the side as <br> <br>Angus approaches the group, his silvery golem Mister sitting upon his shoulders as the fox looks around. At his belt sat his rapier, a dagger tucked in at the side as Angus looks around before putting his hands at his hips. "Good evening Amos, I am ready when you are."<br> <br>The ragged tomcat eyes the group with his piercing green eye, made even more stark next to his milky, blind eye. Without even looking up, his fist lashes out at Thelergramor, landing a hard blow to the solar plexus. "I do not repeat myself wolf," he growls, "Do not mess with me." He turns his attention back to the others. "Name's Amos, Amos LongTOOTH," he says flashing a wink at Natska, "And we are here to apprehend the Creator criminal known as Joseph Preston under the direction of the crown." He pulls a ring of keys from his black Spyguard coat and opens the lock. "I will get you inside of his little hideaway," he says, "And probably bypass some of the security systems. But it will be up to you to capture him." The tomcat gives a lopsided smile, showing off his one oversized fang. "You DO know what a Creator looks like, I assume," he says, "Fella is like to be the only one around." His grin turns into a frown. "The man is not to be killed, and only injured if absolutely necessary. You do anything but subdue him and it comes out of your hides. Probably literally. Any PERTINENT questions? Once we're in, I want silence for as long as possible. The goal here is surprise."<br> <br>Thelergramor coughs, wind knocked out of him by Amos fist. He's doubled over for a few moments, holding his stomach. Rising back to full height, not that tall, really. "Heheheh....." Maniacal laughter. "...Good shot, ya old bastard." Another cough, managed to avoid misfiring his blunderbuss. "So, don't kill him...Missing a limb or two alright with you?" He turns to the others: "I'm fine with amputating the 'creator'." The word creeator is said with such spite, Thel must really dislike them.<br> <br>Cassidy stares at Thel for a moment and sighs, withdrawing the blowpipe from her jacket. "Good thing I brought spare darts," she comments. "Might need to use one on Thel, at this rate. But no, no questions from me. I am ready to go whenever." She turns her head towarsd Natska and smiles before waving at Angus. "Good to have you with us, cousin."<br> <br>Natska returns Cass' smile, then gives Amos a quick shake of the head. "No questions. I am ready." She glances over her companions, sizing them up, then gives the group a small nod. "If we do trigger defenses, let me take them first. I seem to be the heaviest equipped."<br> <br>Cythim grip her spear painfully, scared, as she saw Amos LongTOOTH acting. "A-acknowledged the m-mission... m-mister...". Her eyes are fixed on the tomcat. "If the creator tries to flee by the trapped path... how are we supposed to track him?". She turn her head away and look at the group. "I'm Cythim by the way, please to meet you. If i haven't done beforehand.".<br> <br>Angus Crosses his arms as he gives Amos a nod. "Understandable, hopefully we won't have to pull our punches to much to capture him." He hears Cythim speak, turning to fix his gaze on her when he notices how scared they are. "Take a deep breath, if you go in twitchy something is bound to go wrong." As thele continues to talk about causing the creator harm Mister fixes him with a saphire gaze, watching him as Angus clears his throat. "Thele, we need him very much alive as to not cause problems, we don't want him dying of blood loss." He states before he greets both Natska and Cassidy.<br> <br>Amos narrows his eyes at the impudent wolf. "Lord Solacious," he says, not looking away from Thelergramor, "I give you special dispensation, as an authorized servant of the crown to deal with the criminal known as Thelergramor Alverriss as you see fit should he fail to follow orders." The feline eyes Cythim for a second. "Welcome aboard, Cythim," he says, "If the bastard is slippery enough to get past you, then he will have to deal with me." He gives the group one last look, then turns and opens the door, striding quickly and quietly into the warehouse.
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		+	A moment's walk has the group standing around a bin of lovely crystal pieces, probably meant for the chandeliers being constructed nearby. Amos looks around at the group. "Ready?" he rasps quietly, "Remember, quick and quiet. The machine here produces a sort of malaise, it will take me just a moment to deactivate it. Do not panic." Warning given, the old tomcat extends a hand and begins to chant. Suddenly, the bin is gone, revealing a strange device. A palpable wave of fear and nausea flows from it.<br> <br>Thelergramor scratches at the back of his neck, gags slightly. Machine making him feel sick, the wolf tries to shake it off, grumbling incoherently. "...What the fuck is that thing anyway? Hurry up Amos, before I rip it apart..." His words are spoken quietly, as directed. He gags again, pulling up his mask to spit on the floor.<br> <br>Cassidy slips a gloved hand into her pocket withdrawing a small case. From it is produced a single dart, tucked between fingers as she stows the case away. She keeps it ready with her blowpipe, just incase.. "Remember to try to stay quiet. We want to get the jump on him this time," she murmurs softly, inspecting the bit of venomed metal in her hand.<br> <br>Natska settles herself into a braced stance before Amos triggers the defensive device; ready for it this time she takes a long, slow breath and lets the malaise wash past her, giving Cass a small nod of agreement. "Ready," she murmurs.<br> <br>Epsilon shake visibly at the sight of the machine, as her hand get moist, and try to keep her calm and to stand on her feet. Then as Amos talked of traps, she stealthily change her soulgem, switching from Journeyman to rogue, as she feel a dark change in her mind, as she clumsily let her spear fall down on the ground. Blushing, she put it back on her back as she get out a hidden dagger and point it out at the machine, still too scared to talk.

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Participants

• Angus
• Cassidy
• Cythim
• Fenris
• Natska
• Thelergramor

Date

13/8/477

Log

Amos is waiting outside the doors of Burkes & Burkes with his hands in his pockets. The scarred old tomcat looks over the gathering beings with his one good eye. "Come on, boys and girls," he rasps, "We don't got all day, and I ain't sayin' this more than once!"

Thelergramor has been waiting for this. In full equipment, multiple weapons, the wolf grins behind his mask, bandage wrapped around his torso from a recent arrow wound. Shouldn't affect his performance. "Are you sure, Amos? What if it needs to be said again?" A chuckle, likes messing with the cat. His blunderbuss in hand, the wolf is chomping at the bit to get started.

With a hand on her skirt to keep modesty, Cassidy drops from the sky and quickly straightens up, brushing her gloved hands on the red sleeves of her jacket before tipping a hat. "Hello! I am ready and able, reporting for excitement." She turns her masked face up to the sky, trusting her companion to drop down any moment now to join her.

Natska does indeed land right next to Cassidy, legs bending into a slight crouch as the extra weight of her armor weighs her down. She gives Amos a solemn nod, stepping up next to Cassidy, and her ear flicks. "If he has to say it twice then something is already going wrong," she says. "I am ready, Mister Longtail."

Cythim slowly approach the group, looking around to see where they are actually. Wearing a simple robe, a long spear on her back and a hood over her face, she is someone that tend to be unnoticed easily. The salamander bow softly to Amos, "Hello ... Mister?... Hum... I am sorry but i don't know your name... Would you mind if you told me so?", as she place a hand on her back, uneasy.

Angus approaches the group, his silvery golem Mister sitting upon his shoulders as the fox looks around. At his belt sat his rapier, a dagger tucked in at the side as

Angus approaches the group, his silvery golem Mister sitting upon his shoulders as the fox looks around. At his belt sat his rapier, a dagger tucked in at the side as Angus looks around before putting his hands at his hips. "Good evening Amos, I am ready when you are."

The ragged tomcat eyes the group with his piercing green eye, made even more stark next to his milky, blind eye. Without even looking up, his fist lashes out at Thelergramor, landing a hard blow to the solar plexus. "I do not repeat myself wolf," he growls, "Do not mess with me." He turns his attention back to the others. "Name's Amos, Amos LongTOOTH," he says flashing a wink at Natska, "And we are here to apprehend the Creator criminal known as Joseph Preston under the direction of the crown." He pulls a ring of keys from his black Spyguard coat and opens the lock. "I will get you inside of his little hideaway," he says, "And probably bypass some of the security systems. But it will be up to you to capture him." The tomcat gives a lopsided smile, showing off his one oversized fang. "You DO know what a Creator looks like, I assume," he says, "Fella is like to be the only one around." His grin turns into a frown. "The man is not to be killed, and only injured if absolutely necessary. You do anything but subdue him and it comes out of your hides. Probably literally. Any PERTINENT questions? Once we're in, I want silence for as long as possible. The goal here is surprise."

Thelergramor coughs, wind knocked out of him by Amos fist. He's doubled over for a few moments, holding his stomach. Rising back to full height, not that tall, really. "Heheheh....." Maniacal laughter. "...Good shot, ya old bastard." Another cough, managed to avoid misfiring his blunderbuss. "So, don't kill him...Missing a limb or two alright with you?" He turns to the others: "I'm fine with amputating the 'creator'." The word creeator is said with such spite, Thel must really dislike them.

Cassidy stares at Thel for a moment and sighs, withdrawing the blowpipe from her jacket. "Good thing I brought spare darts," she comments. "Might need to use one on Thel, at this rate. But no, no questions from me. I am ready to go whenever." She turns her head towarsd Natska and smiles before waving at Angus. "Good to have you with us, cousin."

Natska returns Cass' smile, then gives Amos a quick shake of the head. "No questions. I am ready." She glances over her companions, sizing them up, then gives the group a small nod. "If we do trigger defenses, let me take them first. I seem to be the heaviest equipped."

Cythim grip her spear painfully, scared, as she saw Amos LongTOOTH acting. "A-acknowledged the m-mission... m-mister...". Her eyes are fixed on the tomcat. "If the creator tries to flee by the trapped path... how are we supposed to track him?". She turn her head away and look at the group. "I'm Cythim by the way, please to meet you. If i haven't done beforehand.".

Angus Crosses his arms as he gives Amos a nod. "Understandable, hopefully we won't have to pull our punches to much to capture him." He hears Cythim speak, turning to fix his gaze on her when he notices how scared they are. "Take a deep breath, if you go in twitchy something is bound to go wrong." As thele continues to talk about causing the creator harm Mister fixes him with a saphire gaze, watching him as Angus clears his throat. "Thele, we need him very much alive as to not cause problems, we don't want him dying of blood loss." He states before he greets both Natska and Cassidy.

Amos narrows his eyes at the impudent wolf. "Lord Solacious," he says, not looking away from Thelergramor, "I give you special dispensation, as an authorized servant of the crown to deal with the criminal known as Thelergramor Alverriss as you see fit should he fail to follow orders." The feline eyes Cythim for a second. "Welcome aboard, Cythim," he says, "If the bastard is slippery enough to get past you, then he will have to deal with me." He gives the group one last look, then turns and opens the door, striding quickly and quietly into the warehouse.

A moment's walk has the group standing around a bin of lovely crystal pieces, probably meant for the chandeliers being constructed nearby. Amos looks around at the group. "Ready?" he rasps quietly, "Remember, quick and quiet. The machine here produces a sort of malaise, it will take me just a moment to deactivate it. Do not panic." Warning given, the old tomcat extends a hand and begins to chant. Suddenly, the bin is gone, revealing a strange device. A palpable wave of fear and nausea flows from it.

Thelergramor scratches at the back of his neck, gags slightly. Machine making him feel sick, the wolf tries to shake it off, grumbling incoherently. "...What the fuck is that thing anyway? Hurry up Amos, before I rip it apart..." His words are spoken quietly, as directed. He gags again, pulling up his mask to spit on the floor.

Cassidy slips a gloved hand into her pocket withdrawing a small case. From it is produced a single dart, tucked between fingers as she stows the case away. She keeps it ready with her blowpipe, just incase.. "Remember to try to stay quiet. We want to get the jump on him this time," she murmurs softly, inspecting the bit of venomed metal in her hand.

Natska settles herself into a braced stance before Amos triggers the defensive device; ready for it this time she takes a long, slow breath and lets the malaise wash past her, giving Cass a small nod of agreement. "Ready," she murmurs.

Epsilon shake visibly at the sight of the machine, as her hand get moist, and try to keep her calm and to stand on her feet. Then as Amos talked of traps, she stealthily change her soulgem, switching from Journeyman to rogue, as she feel a dark change in her mind, as she clumsily let her spear fall down on the ground. Blushing, she put it back on her back as she get out a hidden dagger and point it out at the machine, still too scared to talk.