Twilight Brawl-Part 1 - RPLOG
Participants
Date
4/8/478
Log
The contract helpfully had the directions to the warehouse on there. The air ship trip is rather uneventful as usual, the trip taking most of the day before it finally lands in the air docks located in the outer city.
Supposing that the beings have followed the directions correctly they would zig zag there way through the warehouses and craftsmen guilds of the outer city of Cliffside until they reach one of the smaller warehouses. There they will see a familiar young sparrow being standing in front of the cargo door with a cart and some beings who are taking out some crates and loading it on the cart.
Zuri walks confidently towards the destination, the salamander getting ever more comfortable with the city's layout on account of how much time he has spent here lately. He speeds up as he recognizes the sparrow being waiting for them. "Mervyn!" He calls out as he approaches the cart, smiling brightly.
Thelergramor still hates flying on airships! The wolf (Currently all reptilian and basilisk) navigates through Cliffside easily, the directions provided keeping it simple enough, getting sidetracked with the occasional pass at another being as he makes his way to the warehouse. He's wearing a shirt of chainmail, but otherwise is clothed as he tends to be, armed quite clearly with a rapier while concealing a few other weapons on his person. He heads on up to the warehouse, looking over the cart. Smiles over at Zuri, then pockets his hands and glances around. "This the place, yeah?"
"Wait up, little dude!" Burton calls out, jogging along after Zuri, obviously worried about getting lost in the unfamiliar area. He slows to a swagger when the warehouse comes into view. "Whew!" he puffs, "Good run! Hey, Feathers!" The Beefalo looks with interest at the cart and its contents while waiting for further instructions. He wears a loose, hooded coat over his skin-tight leather armor and a pair of short pants that only barely manage to be decent.
Having traded out her more colourful tailcoat for a black one, Cassidy makes her way along with the others, humming softly. "A defense job! That's exciting," she chimes, nodding. "Haven't done something like this in... Oooh, a while."
"Mmhm," Natska agrees, keeping pace. She gives Thel a small nod and a smile, then looks back to Cassidy. "There's been so much business here lately. Maybe we should just take a working vacation here."
Mervyn motions for the beings to continue loading the crates as he turns around to look at the arrivals, "Hmmm, I see that the Freeswords have a really low selection." he says with a grin on his beak, peering down at Zuri, "Double dipping, eh?" the sparrow quips with a snicker. "Well then, I assume that you know what you are doing here. Inside is the warehouse warden. I will be returning here in a couple of days to check on things." he says as he motions towards a side door into the warehouse, "Go through that door, Mister Copperfield will give you the details." And with that Mervyn goes to check on the cart.
Zuri peers back, and smiles brightly as he spots Burton. He waits for the broffalo to catch up, then walks alongside him towards the sparrow being. He giggles at the sparrow's mention of 'double dipping'. "What can I say, plenty of jobs to go around, and I'm not a fussy 'mander!" He walks inside when bidden, nose wiggling as he observes the warehouse.
Thelergramor smiles at Cassidy and Natska, happy to see them apparently, nods in greeting to them and Burton, and turns back to Mervyn. "Don't need much of a selection if you consistently get good Freeswords." The basilisk moves off towards the door, heading inside quietly and peering about for the warden.
Burton stomps alongside Zuri, ducking into the warehouse. "It's just cheaper to stick around, Dude," the Broffalo says, then lowers his voice to whisper to Zuri, "And I get wicked sick on those airship things, Brah."
"It's a bit far for most of the Freeswords in Sweetwater," Cassidy says, nodding. "Most prefer to stay local. But yes, as long as we have time to prepare, all should be well," she says, rubbing her chin. "I can think of some things to... Set up before any trouble might come looking."
Natska nods at the sparrow, then heads for the warehouse. "We'll need to see the entire structure, of course, any extra doors or entry points."
The group who enter through are greeted by a small office room with another door leading into the warehouse. Inside, sitting in his desk, is a middle-aged leopard wearing some brown robes and showing off the symbol of the adaptable clan on his chest. "Ah, hello, hello." he says with a nervous voice as he motions for the mercenaries in. "You can call me, Copperfield. I am the warden here. You are here for the job? of course you are, excuse the silly question." the leopard lets a soft anxious laugh before coughing and looking into a paper in front of him before looking back at the group, "Ah, yes. So anyway. Your job will start in a couple of hours. You will stay here until late dawn. You will guard the warehouse and make sure to apprehend any would be trouble-makers or thieves...there are also a couple of rules." Copperfield quickly looks down on the piece of paper in front of him and then back at the group, "First of all, there are a lot of fragile equipment inside so if you are forced to fight in here be extremely careful. Also you are not allowed to use any area maths or any kind of maths that might hurt the wares. Damaging the goods might force Mister Ridgewell to reduce your payment. He is a reasonable man, but if the damage too great he might instead make you pay for the broken wares." the leopard says with a nervous cough, looks like he had never dealt with foreign mercenaries before. "Any questions?"
As he asks that Mervyn enters the room, "All done Copperfield, everything ready here?"
Zuri smiles at Copperfield, wiggling his nose. "Hmm... I maaaaay use some Divine Math to protect our group in case of attack, and I can even use it to protect the wares maybe, but I won't be using any destructive stuff." He smiles. "No questions here sir! Seems pretty straightforward." He peers around the warehouse, and with a moment of concentration he slowly shifts form to that of a pegasus, albiet one that still bears a few vestigial traits that indicates it is really him. He snorts cutely. "All the better to scout with!"
Thelergramor straightens his posture, standing a bit more professionally but not as much as he does for militia commanders. "Seems simple enough. Should anyone break in, you want them subdued or should we hold back a bit less? Just asking, didn't bring my blackjack with me, don't like to take chances with my life but if you don't want them hurt too bad... Just need to ask." The basilisk glances over at Cassidy. "Might be able to help you with that. Not a bad plan." Referring to her allusion to traps, if he understood correctly.
