Mossy Stone to Shanties, a mobile haunting - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
23/4/478
Log
The wagon trundles down the road in the graying twilight. While most of the trip was pleasant, as the wagon draws close to Mossy stone, the clouds grow dark and ominous. Up ahead, the ruined gates of the city loom and a shrouded figure stands waiting beside a large cargo crate.
Angus is standing beside the figure, chatting with them as he hands over a large bag that jingles with coin. As the wagon arrives the fox is smirking, his little golem Mister lounging in the dirt beside him with their eyes focused directly through the broken gates in case of danger.
Arriving in the wagon, Thelergramor is in basilisk form again, clothed and such. He exits the wagon, a dark looking wooden staff in his hand as he drops out. He peers around, plague mask on his face and walks up to the shrouded figure. The basilisk isn't too concerned, really. He heads over to the figure and Angus, plants his staff firm against the ground. Proceeds to wait quietly.
Flinn Morteri, Fennec, hops out of the wagon, adjusting his black leather armor, nice and form fitting. Makes you wonder where he got it... He tightens his cuffs and grabs his black cane before walking up to Angus. Pistol, cane, sword... probably more up his sleeve. "Good day, Angus. Arrived, as promised," the Fennec says, leaning on his cane.
Cara walks in quietly from behind the wagon. She is wearing a dark cloak in order to stay warm from the rather long journey in following the wagon. They never told her that how they were going to get to Mossy Stone, but the wagon heading in this direction is too strange to be ignored. She walks over to the group currently assembled and smiles, "Good evening."
"We need to have words at your convenience," chimes a voice next to Angus, belonging to a short being dressed to the nines in a black tailcoat suit, complete with tophat and her smiling porcelain mask. Hands folded behind her back, she looks over the scene unfolding as beings slip out of the wagon. "It is important. It involves your new garden."
Natska blinks, then snorts, trying to fight back a snicker. The jaguar is rarely far from her fennec, and this close to Mossey Stone, she is still kitted out for heavy fighting. Her breastplate catches the evening's fading light, and the sword at her side is ready for use, although the grin that Cass' comment prompts is at odds with her otherwise serious posture.
"Pleasure doing business," the coweled figure says, wrapping his cloak tighter around himself before walking away toward the distant bandit encampment, leaving Angus to explain himself.
"Naturally." Came the foxes reply before he regards those who had come. Mister clicks as he sits up, regarding Natska and Cassidy before turning his attention back to the gates. "my garden? We can talk about...that next time we meet." He answers, having no idea what she was asking before he leans on his cane once more before giving a sigh. Many people, this was going to be intresting. "Good evening all, Flinn seems to have brought friends." Picking up his cane he rests it in the crook of his elbow as he walks over to the crate beside him, slapping it with a hand. "The task is simple. Just bring this crate to a friend of mine in Shanty town and you will be compensated, the only thing I ask is that you do not open it."
Thelergramor watches the cloaked on wander off, shrugs as he leaves... Doesn't think he knows him. The basilisk then turns his attention back to Angus and his crate. "Alright, shouldn't be difficult. Just move a box. Y'know I know a smuggler who would've been happy to handle that? Better off with us, though... Probably." He shrugs and moves towards the crate. Assuming noone stops him, he'd drop his staff, not too concerned for the dark wood, and try moving the crate. Assumes someone'll be helping him with that.
Flinn snorts. He'd been willing to do this alone, it's a simple retrieval, but apparently Thelergramor was required and Cara wanted to come along. Not sure about the other Fennec and the cat, though. His ears twitch and he peers at the crate. "Wasn't there something that needed to be retrieved from inside Mossy Stone, sir?" he asks. Hmmph, easier task than he'd expected. He peers at the crate, looking it over. "Shouldn't be a problem, assuming Alverriss doesn't make a mistake," he says, glaring at the Wolf before glancing inside Mossy Stone. He wouldn't mind exploring in there sometime...
Cara slowly begins to frown, "That sounds a little too easy." Then, she begins to remember the long trip through Silvervein Pass and the many, many monsters that came from it. Her smile is back again and she answers quietly, "I think I understand now." She looks at the size of the crate and her frown returns, "Hmm, this will be a problem." The feline turns back to the assembled group and asks, "Does anyone else want to help Thel with this? IF there aren't any takers, then I'll help him out."
"I suppose that can be done. Why did you bring everyone here just to take a box and move it back? Why not just use the wagon?" Cassidy shakes her head and looks towards Natska. "But yes, we'll talk about the garden later, Angus."
Natska frowns at Angus for a moment, leans forward to whisper something to the fox, and then apparantly thinks better of it. "Yes. It is important. Very, very important, Angus. Find us when you get back to Firmament."
The crate is quite heavy, a bit much for a single being. Fortunately, the driver, a heavy folk Crocodile is willing to help heft the thing into the wagon. As they load the crate, whatever is inside jostles about, making rather unpleasant thumps and bumps. You would thing they would secure whatever this cargo is better. Still, nothing sounds like it has broken. Easy money right? Just get the wagon back through the pass to an unnamed contact in Shanty town with out opening the box. No trouble at all. Though it IS starting to get dark out here.
Thelergramor could've done it alone! Maybe. If he had more time. As it is, he's grateful for the croc's help. "Thanks." He tells him, retrieves his discarded staff and clambers back into the wagon. "Alright, faster we get this back, the sooner we're done... Good to see you two, Cass, Natska." He says before leaning back in his seat. "And I won't be making any mistakes, Morteri. I'm a professional, I'll have you know."
Angus handwaves. "I did not expect this many people to appear, never the less this crate needs to be delivered. My contact will be waiting for you." His ears flick a bit as Mister walks over, the fox leaning down to pick up his golem before looking to Cassidy and Natska. "I apologize but I do need to get going to deal with a few things."
