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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The group has been led by a hefty security-escort from LongTech industries, and they have made steady progress past the dustbowl that constitutes the Drytongue Flats. Already early on, the Tower made an appearance in the distance, and several minor battles with the local creatures were quickly passed due to the combined force of security and freeswords, though of course, the mission is only barely started. |
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| + | "RIGHT. Since we are now significantly away from the city itself, I have to inform you," the leader of the security-forces rumbles, pulling out a letter with the new Longtail seal on it. "The Lady has informed me that your instructions... Are not as she said they were." | ||
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| + | "We are to expect a trap within the tower by none other than the High Lady's family. Anyone who wants to turn back should do so NOW. For anyone else... WE will set up a camp and ensure that no-one can enter or exit the tower without being apprehended by us. YOU are expected to go inside and pacify any and all hostiles you may find. Use lethal force only when necessary, we would like to be able to interrogate them. Am I clear?" The commander bellows, gesturing at the giant tower nearby. | ||
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| + | "Any questions regarding the mission?"<br> <br>"What?" Dio questions immedietly after the briefing, two claws gently scratching his forhead in confusion. "Quite the bait 'n' switch if I ever saw it, but..." The lion slams the base of his spear firmly into the ground and grows a proud stance, shoving out his chest and tilting his chin upwards. "If it's fer the sake o' takin' out some o' those old Longtails, suppose I wouldn't mind 'elpin' out. While I was excitied fer some explorin', those Longtails that can't let go are becomin' too much o' a problem to ignore." With a metallic clank, he bolsters his large tower shield, ready for duty.<br> <br>The silent nurse shark has hundreds of questions, but she lacks the ability to voice them, and instead hopes the others will ask on her behalf. She waits for the lion to stop talking, then attempts to sign <I am ready, though nervous.> She's currently only holding a well worn travel staff, but it is far more than it seems, much like its wielder.<br> <br>Hearing the new orders, the towering Fern adjusts her gauntlets and hefts her shield. Having readied her preferred weapons, her hands, she eyes the entrance to the Tower cautiously. Eyeing te Lion and his shield, smiles inwardly with the knowledge that damage should be nicely spread around. Hopefully. Silent as always behind her fully masked helm, the plant woman casually moves to a position that better places her in-between the object of their attention and the rest of the group. Mentally dividing the group into smaller pseudo groups of those who will need protection and those who likely wont, she makes a plan she knows will likely be useless in about 10 minutes. Pulling the gigantic sheet of metal in front of her person, Savi readies herself for violence by slapping her thickly spiked and armored glove against the shield face, as if to test it's mettle.<br> <br>Thelergramor is completely unbothered by the weather, temperature and dry heat of the flats. Even in his coat, chainmail, and equipment. Or by the change in objective. Only thing that does bother him, is being told to leave the targets alive. "I'll leave some of them breathing. Only because you asked so nicely." He stops to drink from a flask with the words 'water only' scratched onto the side, before offering it to Technetium. He picks up on Cirras sign language, and, in an attempt to inform her of his proficiency with such, he responds: "Don't be nervous." He looks to the others, scratches his neck, and pulls his plague mask over his face. The red lenses lending him a grim visage.<br> <br>Mishka wanders along through the flats in company of the security team. It was a little bothersome with all the heat and her heavy armour, but the shiba bears it with determined expression. "I'm not sure if I'm keen on being misguided like that." She glances back, briefly considering returning before offering a little shrug and checking the straps of her shield. "Oh well. It is what it is, I guess. Might as well help out, hmm? I'll do what I can, certainly."<br> <br>"As long as we're in the know ahead of time, this one has little worry.", says a small, accented voice from nearby. The source of the voice, a Bearded Dragon clearly from the small clan, balances a dagger in the palm of his hand as he sits cross-legged on the ground.<br> <br>It was an odd call for help but despite that Sylera still answered the call. Or perhaps it was due to rumors of what happened during the last time the industries required help like this that the betta wanted to come along to help, to prevent another such happening. As a result Sylera travels with a heavy load. A bow upon a shoulder, a backpack filled to the brim with medical supplies, some leather armor, and her staff held in hand. | ||
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| + | As news of the misdirection comes to light her face grows dark. "I hope this isn't how the Longtails typically do business... But it shall slide for the moment. I can understand trying to ensure your objective doesn't find out about the mission." The betta digs through her various pouches and such as if to ensure that everything was in order. "Still so long as LongTech pays for any injuries..." Trading her staff for the bow she looks with interest to the others that are signing. <Hopefully will be alright. Least if someone is hurt I can help.><br> <br>Mishka gets a short glances from the leader, before he shakes his head. "The Lady did not inform her closest allies until we left, and this sealed letter is the first /I/ have heard of the plans. Her family has spies everywhere, however, and I can imagine the need for secrecy," the newt notes, before gesturing at the tower. | ||
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| + | "And I reckon she chose this one here so there wouldn't be any place for them to hide but inside." | ||
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| + | "The reward will be all the same, one-thousand crown for each member of the team. More if the Lady seems it appropriate. And any creator implements you find are to be handed over for inspection," he notes, before gesturing his men to set up camp around the base of the tower in a wide circle. | ||
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| + | The tower itself has a single, broad entrance, and it quickly becomes apparent that the building is completely made out of creator steel, with every corridor smooth and shiny, if covered in a layer of sand and dust from the outside... Well, nothing for it but to explore... Left or right?<br> <br>Dio scratches idly at his fuzzy chin. "Ooh, so there's still some creator artifacts to be had, eh?" Interest peaked even further, the lion's tufted tail swings and brushes against the floor with hints of excitement. "I've been trainin' to become a machine priest an' all, studyin' creator tech in my spare time. Wouldn't mind takin' a look at whatever we might find. But we'll cross that bridge when we get there. Let's move quickly now," he claims as he puts a tight grip upon his armamanets and moves closer towards the tower. "We should stick to one path an' keep together. I 'ear some o' these ruins 'ave some traps in 'em and such. Maybe the left path is worth explorin' first?"<br> <br>The nurse shark signs to the wolf and the Betta. <Hello. I am Cirra. I do a bit of everything. Just not well.> She takes her staff in hand, adjusting her oilskin clothes. She sizes up the tower, looking around. The turns to the Betta. <My instincts tell me to go left and follow the left wall. No chance of getting lost.> | ||
Revision as of 00:05, 28 August 2014
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Date
27/8/477
Log
The group has been led by a hefty security-escort from LongTech industries, and they have made steady progress past the dustbowl that constitutes the Drytongue Flats. Already early on, the Tower made an appearance in the distance, and several minor battles with the local creatures were quickly passed due to the combined force of security and freeswords, though of course, the mission is only barely started.
"RIGHT. Since we are now significantly away from the city itself, I have to inform you," the leader of the security-forces rumbles, pulling out a letter with the new Longtail seal on it. "The Lady has informed me that your instructions... Are not as she said they were."
"We are to expect a trap within the tower by none other than the High Lady's family. Anyone who wants to turn back should do so NOW. For anyone else... WE will set up a camp and ensure that no-one can enter or exit the tower without being apprehended by us. YOU are expected to go inside and pacify any and all hostiles you may find. Use lethal force only when necessary, we would like to be able to interrogate them. Am I clear?" The commander bellows, gesturing at the giant tower nearby.
"Any questions regarding the mission?"
"What?" Dio questions immedietly after the briefing, two claws gently scratching his forhead in confusion. "Quite the bait 'n' switch if I ever saw it, but..." The lion slams the base of his spear firmly into the ground and grows a proud stance, shoving out his chest and tilting his chin upwards. "If it's fer the sake o' takin' out some o' those old Longtails, suppose I wouldn't mind 'elpin' out. While I was excitied fer some explorin', those Longtails that can't let go are becomin' too much o' a problem to ignore." With a metallic clank, he bolsters his large tower shield, ready for duty.
The silent nurse shark has hundreds of questions, but she lacks the ability to voice them, and instead hopes the others will ask on her behalf. She waits for the lion to stop talking, then attempts to sign She's currently only holding a well worn travel staff, but it is far more than it seems, much like its wielder.
Hearing the new orders, the towering Fern adjusts her gauntlets and hefts her shield. Having readied her preferred weapons, her hands, she eyes the entrance to the Tower cautiously. Eyeing te Lion and his shield, smiles inwardly with the knowledge that damage should be nicely spread around. Hopefully. Silent as always behind her fully masked helm, the plant woman casually moves to a position that better places her in-between the object of their attention and the rest of the group. Mentally dividing the group into smaller pseudo groups of those who will need protection and those who likely wont, she makes a plan she knows will likely be useless in about 10 minutes. Pulling the gigantic sheet of metal in front of her person, Savi readies herself for violence by slapping her thickly spiked and armored glove against the shield face, as if to test it's mettle.
Thelergramor is completely unbothered by the weather, temperature and dry heat of the flats. Even in his coat, chainmail, and equipment. Or by the change in objective. Only thing that does bother him, is being told to leave the targets alive. "I'll leave some of them breathing. Only because you asked so nicely." He stops to drink from a flask with the words 'water only' scratched onto the side, before offering it to Technetium. He picks up on Cirras sign language, and, in an attempt to inform her of his proficiency with such, he responds: "Don't be nervous." He looks to the others, scratches his neck, and pulls his plague mask over his face. The red lenses lending him a grim visage.
Mishka wanders along through the flats in company of the security team. It was a little bothersome with all the heat and her heavy armour, but the shiba bears it with determined expression. "I'm not sure if I'm keen on being misguided like that." She glances back, briefly considering returning before offering a little shrug and checking the straps of her shield. "Oh well. It is what it is, I guess. Might as well help out, hmm? I'll do what I can, certainly."
"As long as we're in the know ahead of time, this one has little worry.", says a small, accented voice from nearby. The source of the voice, a Bearded Dragon clearly from the small clan, balances a dagger in the palm of his hand as he sits cross-legged on the ground.
It was an odd call for help but despite that Sylera still answered the call. Or perhaps it was due to rumors of what happened during the last time the industries required help like this that the betta wanted to come along to help, to prevent another such happening. As a result Sylera travels with a heavy load. A bow upon a shoulder, a backpack filled to the brim with medical supplies, some leather armor, and her staff held in hand.
As news of the misdirection comes to light her face grows dark. "I hope this isn't how the Longtails typically do business... But it shall slide for the moment. I can understand trying to ensure your objective doesn't find out about the mission." The betta digs through her various pouches and such as if to ensure that everything was in order. "Still so long as LongTech pays for any injuries..." Trading her staff for the bow she looks with interest to the others that are signing. <Hopefully will be alright. Least if someone is hurt I can help.>
Mishka gets a short glances from the leader, before he shakes his head. "The Lady did not inform her closest allies until we left, and this sealed letter is the first /I/ have heard of the plans. Her family has spies everywhere, however, and I can imagine the need for secrecy," the newt notes, before gesturing at the tower.
"And I reckon she chose this one here so there wouldn't be any place for them to hide but inside."
"The reward will be all the same, one-thousand crown for each member of the team. More if the Lady seems it appropriate. And any creator implements you find are to be handed over for inspection," he notes, before gesturing his men to set up camp around the base of the tower in a wide circle.
The tower itself has a single, broad entrance, and it quickly becomes apparent that the building is completely made out of creator steel, with every corridor smooth and shiny, if covered in a layer of sand and dust from the outside... Well, nothing for it but to explore... Left or right?
Dio scratches idly at his fuzzy chin. "Ooh, so there's still some creator artifacts to be had, eh?" Interest peaked even further, the lion's tufted tail swings and brushes against the floor with hints of excitement. "I've been trainin' to become a machine priest an' all, studyin' creator tech in my spare time. Wouldn't mind takin' a look at whatever we might find. But we'll cross that bridge when we get there. Let's move quickly now," he claims as he puts a tight grip upon his armamanets and moves closer towards the tower. "We should stick to one path an' keep together. I 'ear some o' these ruins 'ave some traps in 'em and such. Maybe the left path is worth explorin' first?"
The nurse shark signs to the wolf and the Betta. <Hello. I am Cirra. I do a bit of everything. Just not well.> She takes her staff in hand, adjusting her oilskin clothes. She sizes up the tower, looking around. The turns to the Betta. <My instincts tell me to go left and follow the left wall. No chance of getting lost.>
