All Soul and no Heart Part One - RPLOG
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Date
4/8/477
Log
The humidity of the recent thunderstorm hangs heavy in the air with all the heat, leaving plenty of soft earth, puddles, and enough muggy air to choke an elderly being. That aside, it was a fairly nice evening near the shanties, with a pair of ocelot men dressed in light platemail waiting near the road for the requested help to arrive. "You think this will all work out?" One asks to the other, getting a quiet shrug in reply. "I hope so."
Fenris saunters up, wearing his preferred Shanty Town guise as Amos Longtooth, the shabby, retired army engineer. Accompanying him tonight is a small minotaur golem. "What's the news, boys?" he rasps as he draws near, hands in the pockets of his tatty coat.
Angus walks up to the guards, a steel helmet held underneath his arm as he makes is way over wearing full plate mail for the first time in awhile. "Good evening, what seems to be the problem?" He asks as he turns his gaze over to Amos. He thought he had met the feline before, his ears flicking as he checks to make usre his saber is at his hip.
Selena makes her way through the sprawl of Shanty town, looking over pair of ocelots with a raised eyebrow. "I caught your message. What exactly have you got planned?" She asks, looking over to Angus for a few moments before averting her gaze to Not-Fenris. "Hello to you, as well."
Natska carefully makes her way through the streets of the shanty town, approaching the location from the notice she had picked up at the guild. She is wearing a serious expression, with a slight frown, and has her hat on to shield her face from any returning rain. Angus recieves a slight nod and she falls in place just behind the captain, giving a deeper not to the ocelot guards.
Having finished her drink at the inn, and having little to do elsewhere Sara leaves the building and makes her way to the job boards where she spots a certain posting that almost jumps off the board at her, "Mugging.. gifted.. attacked in Shanty Town?" she mumbles to herself as she looks over the request. After giving the posting a few good taps with her fingers Sara pulls the hood of her cloak over her head and makes her way to the city gates on her way to Shanty Town.
Once at the location the lizard woman makes her way to the two ocelots, and gifted and gives each a nod in greeting quickly following it with a quiet, "Hello. Are you the ones that had filed the request?" her crimson gaze looking the two over as she talks, trying to see if she could see any crest or insignia showing affiliation.
Thelergramor walks behind the rest of the group, but steps to the front after they stop to speak to the armored ocelots. No coat or hat with him. His beak shaped plague mask peers out from within the black scarf wrapped around his head. Only visible weapon is his knife. "Right, as they asked, what do you need?" Still sounds tired, voice muffled by his mask. He glances to the group, gives a nod.
Hood up, cloak loose for the humidity, Glein walks up to the scene, stopping next to Angus. "Sounds like a string of trouble happening here. Makes me wonder who the attack is, or what they want. Just what I'm hearing of the situation, makes it sound like this is a targeted deal." He says, glancing at teh guards and the golem nearby. "Thought I'd help. Afterall, I do need to pay you back for the, help, you provided me Lord Solacious."
Jera is in quite the strange outfit today! Travel worn leather with...pretty ribbons tied all around him. Looks like he's come fresh from a performance. "Good evening, friends. I rushed here as quick as I could." He bows his head politely and joins the crew.
One of the ocelots leans on his spear and looks over those arriving before looking to his companion. "This was quite a fortunate turn-out, brother!" The other adjusts the shield on his arm and nods. "To answer your questions, we've followed one of the muggers here. We staged an assault, and when one of them took the bait, my brother tracked him to one of the shanties over on Arson Street. We needed help because... Well, quite frankly, we do not know how many they have, and we'd rather not bite off more than we can chew."
Amos grins lopsidedly, revealing the single, oversized fang that gives him his name. "Sounds like my kind of fight, boys," he rasps, "But what's the plan?" He turns his good eye on the gathered beings, "Rather not waste good muscle on a bad plan," he says, "When we could round these rotters up quick." He spits in the dirt. "And I have no intention of carryin' my tail home in my hand." He gives a wink with his milky, blind eye to Angus.
Angus nods slowly as he lifts his helmet and puts it on. "So...You've been standing out here in plain sight for everyone to see, so they know we are coming then yes?" He asks as he crosses his arms over his chest and looks to the others. "Are we assault it through the front door, or have you found a secondary entrance?" His gaze switches to Amos as they wink, then over to the others around him before he looks back to the ocelots.
Natska's ears fold for a moment, and she eyes the street of buildings. "Who are we after? I'd rather not storm a building and place an innocent civillian under duress while the target slips out the back door." Her tail swishes. "Which building are they in?"
Selena shakes her head a little at Angus's comment. "It would make more sense if they were in... Well, less official uniform, but someone has to keep watch. I just hope they haven't taken a back entrance out." She replies to the fox, tapping a foot to the pavement and looking up into the air for a moment. "... It feels like forever since I've been here..." She notes, sighing quietly. "Well, Natska's asked a good question. Where are they?"
"Mm.. I see." Sara states as the two brothers give their response, "A good plan, I suppose. Strange though.." Sara mumbles as she taps a finger to her cheek, "Not sure how a bunch of lowlife thugs could manage to defeat a number of gifted though. Figure those that do pass through here are prepared for whatever they'd face." she shakes her head though and states, "Ah well.. it's all speculation." before looking to Selena and nodding, "You and me both.." in regards to her comment on 'it feeling like forever since she had been here'. Looking to the Ocelots later Sara asks, "Have either of you scouted out the area where you believe the attacks originate? If so, what can we expect from the place we're going to be assaulting, the size, possible entrances, windows, that sort of stuff."
Thelergramor crosses his arms, chuckles at the ocelots incompetence. "...Do you want them alive?" He looks to the others for their reactions. "Because it's harder to drag a group of prisoners instead of their leader, yes? And even then, easier just to bring the head." Another glance at the group, looking sidelong through the lenses of his mask.
Glein decides now is the best time to make sure his weapons are ready, just in case. Daggers? Easily reached, and loops holding them in quickly slipped off. Pistol? Strapped down, but easily drawn from the sash around his waist. "Give me directions, I might be able to slip in and get us an idea of what we're up against, as well as any possible 'back doors' they may have, literal or figurative. Whoever's doing this is calculated, precise, and chances are, not stupid." He states, looking to the ocelots, waiting their directions to work on going to the building in question. Information was a powerful commodity, and the use or lack of it could make or break this whole deal.
"Or, perhaps, you know. You could let someone in civilian dress talk them out for a bit. Who knows, they might even leave their doors open in exchange for a promise of a dance." Jera murmurs softly, offering his services. "If you'll back me up, of course."
