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−	<div></div><br> <br>Sure enough, Amos is waiting on the empty dock, staring out at the ocean with his hands jammed deep in the pockets of his worn, black spyguard coat. The grizzled and scarred old tomcat cuts a rather unnerving figure with his tattered ear and milky white eye with that awful scar over it. He looks away from the water to the beings gathering at his behest. &quot;Let&#39;s get a move on boys and girls,&quot; he rasps, &quot;We&#39;re wasting daylight!&quot;<br> <br>Cassidy makes her way down the dock towards Amos, brow raised and dressed up in her body suit today. Worn over it is a long, black leather coat, fastened above the waist. &quot;So, uh... The docks, hm? We need a boat, or something?&quot; She asks, adjusting her hat.<br> <br>Natska arrives with Cassidy, wearing her short black jacket over her own reinforced jump suit, her rapier and her knife at her side. She gives Amos a quick nod as she falls into place. &quot;Right. What did you lose?&quot; she asks, tone low, instinctually tending towards secrecy.<br> <br>Angus frowns and folds a piece of paper that he stuffs into a pocket as he walks up to the slowly growing group. &quot;Should of called us down here earlier if you were worrying about daylight.&quot; He retorts a little gruffly as he rests his hands on his hips and takes a look around for whatever boat they were going to use.<br> <br>Rokarion marched in a confident gait towards the group, the plant being clad in their body covering heavy cloak. Rokarion noticed Angus, raising a petalled eyebrow at the noble who has apparently lain low for quite a while, Rokarion wondered what form of trouble could Angus get him into this time around, but quickly shook his head and looked at Amos, staff hidden behind his cloak, and waiting for his command.<br> <br>Making his way onto the dock, equipped with a spear, three swords and a bladed leather gauntlet, Thelergramor is wearing somewhat simple clothes today. And is a basilisk. Yup. All scaley and reptilian... &quot;Cassidy, Natska, looking good today.&quot; Spoken a bit quietly. Whispers something to them, nods, smirks. &quot;Angus. Good to see you.&quot; Acts like he wasn&#39;t all kinds of sad and lonely without his friend around and that he -didn&#39;t- build a golem of the fox because he missed him. He turns to nod at Rokarion, then back to Amos: &quot;Right, so what&#39;d&#39;ya need us for?&quot;<br> <br>&quot;No, Missy,&quot; Amos says, &quot;No need for a boat.&quot; He turns his milky, blind eye on the fox. He looks over the gathered beings and nods once. &quot;Well,&quot; he rasps, &quot;If we are all here, I guess I can brief you.&quot; He looks around the abandoned quay and ckears his throat, though it does little for his perpetual rasp. &quot;I imagine that some of you remember the but of Specialized Equipment that we used in infiltrating the Brotherhood of the Frozen Antler?&quot; he half asks, speaking his capital letters quite eloquently, &quot;It seems that bit of equipment never made it back to its vault.&quot; The scarred tomcat nods at a nearby warehouse on the waterfront. &quot;Technologists,&quot; he snorts, as if that explained everything, &quot;I&#39;ve managed to track them to that warehouse there. But I&#39;m going to need some help getting in and getting out with the device and anything else the madmen have managed to squirrel away. Plus I will need some able bodies to cover me while I make sure the device is still whole and functional.&quot; The feline looks pretty sour about this whole thing.<br> <br>Cassidy squints at Thelergramor from behind her mask, opting not to reply at all before shuffling over to hug Angus. &quot;Angus! I am happy to see you. I&#39;ve missed you, you know. You missed us! Our bonding, that is! If only you&#39;d been here a day earlier,&quot; she says with a frown, though it goes unseen before she scoots back over to Natska&#39;s side. &quot;And yes, I remember it rather well. And technologists, huh? I remember hearing that name before... I believe they were someone I wanted to kill, though, because they did... Something. Playing with machines and forcing people to use them or something? Sure, I will gladly help and take the chance to spill some of their blood, if that is the case.&quot;<br> <br>Natska listens to Amos&#39; explanation, then raises her eyebrows at Cassidy. She doesn&#39;t comment on the eagerness for battle, but she does let her hand rest on her rapier&#39;s hilt before she gives Angus a slight nod. &quot;Very well, then.&quot;<br> <br>Angus freezes when Amos states that it was the Technologists, but as soon as Cassidy hugs him he visibly relaxes. &quot;....What exactly did they manage to steal.&quot; He asks curiously as he squeezes Cassidy a bit. &quot;Sorry Cass, I&#39;ve been a little preoccupied recently with everything that has gone on.&quot; <br> <br>Rokarion looks at the group then back at Amos, &quot;The technologists? I have never heard of them, but from the reaction I am not assuming that they are a group that wants to bring Creator technology back to beings. So what are they?&quot;<br> <br>Thelergramor shrugs and pulls on his hood. Didn&#39;t expect an answer, thus letting his imagination run with it. Even better. &quot;Alright, so go in, butcher some thieves, take back the thing and leave? Easy enough. Anything specific with how we deal with &#39;em? Nonlethal or any of that? Been far too long since I&#39;ve killed anyone. That... might be a good thing.&quot; Shrugging, he adds: &quot;It&#39;s a fleshcrafter, Angus. Only temporary, from what I know.&quot; Shrugs at Rokarion. &quot;I&#39;ve never heard of &#39;em either.&quot;<br> <br>&quot;The Technologists are a group who believe that all technology should be available to everyone,&quot; Amos rasps, &quot;specifically themselves. For whatever they want. I couldn&#39;t care less what you do with them. Though my superiors would prefer prisoners.&quot; The tomcat starts walking toward the warehouse. &quot;If we get going, we should be able to surprise them before their night time reinforcements arrive,&quot; he says.<br> <br>Cassidy folds her arms and hums. &quot;Well. I agree that technology should be available. Now, using it  for whatever they want? That probably involves bad things, so no go on that one. I&#39;ll try to take prisoners. Unless they look at me funny or offend me. Then I might not. WelL! I would be happy to go, yes. Or wait til the night time reinforcements to come so there is more sport.&quot;<br> <br>Natska snorts. She puts a hand on her wife&#39;s shoulder and gives the fennec a small squeeze. &quot;Job, love. Let&#39;s get in there, critically wound a few, and capture whoever doesn&#39;t bleed to death while we get the stolen property.&quot; Natska smiles, quickly and quietly falling in line behind Amos.<br> <br>Angus frowns a little as it&#39;s revealed to be a fleshcrafter. &quot;We should be careful how we approach the situation. Last time they had a bolt hole set up and ready in case of an attack, they might have one here to.&quot; He states, tail flicking softly in irritation as he reaches for the hilt of one of his blades.<br> <br>Rokarion nods, &quot;Well I see that my guess was correct, and just like most secretive groups they are doing it for themselves but they feed honeyed words to trick others. Very well, take them prisoners. I can do that barring anyone trying to go for the kill. Let us start then?&quot; the plant being answers politely, sweet jasmine scent wafting around him.<br> <br>Thelergramor scratches his basiliskian face, nods at Amos. &quot;Alright, I&#39;ll see if I can bring you -a- prisoner.&quot; Yup. One. &quot;Eh, technology...&quot; The wolfilisk sighs, shakes his head, leans on his spear. &quot;So, onward, yes?&quot;	+	<div></div><br> <br>Sure enough, Amos is waiting on the empty dock, staring out at the ocean with his hands jammed deep in the pockets of his worn, black spyguard coat. The grizzled and scarred old tomcat cuts a rather unnerving figure with his tattered ear and milky white eye with that awful scar over it. He looks away from the water to the beings gathering at his behest. &quot;Let&#39;s get a move on boys and girls,&quot; he rasps, &quot;We&#39;re wasting daylight!&quot;<br> <br>Cassidy makes her way down the dock towards Amos, brow raised and dressed up in her body suit today. Worn over it is a long, black leather coat, fastened above the waist. &quot;So, uh... The docks, hm? We need a boat, or something?&quot; She asks, adjusting her hat.<br> <br>Natska arrives with Cassidy, wearing her short black jacket over her own reinforced jump suit, her rapier and her knife at her side. She gives Amos a quick nod as she falls into place. &quot;Right. What did you lose?&quot; she asks, tone low, instinctually tending towards secrecy.<br> <br>Angus frowns and folds a piece of paper that he stuffs into a pocket as he walks up to the slowly growing group. &quot;Should of called us down here earlier if you were worrying about daylight.&quot; He retorts a little gruffly as he rests his hands on his hips and takes a look around for whatever boat they were going to use.<br> <br>Rokarion marched in a confident gait towards the group, the plant being clad in their body covering heavy cloak. Rokarion noticed Angus, raising a petalled eyebrow at the noble who has apparently lain low for quite a while, Rokarion wondered what form of trouble could Angus get him into this time around, but quickly shook his head and looked at Amos, staff hidden behind his cloak, and waiting for his command.<br> <br>Making his way onto the dock, equipped with a spear, three swords and a bladed leather gauntlet, Thelergramor is wearing somewhat simple clothes today. And is a basilisk. Yup. All scaley and reptilian... &quot;Cassidy, Natska, looking good today.&quot; Spoken a bit quietly. Whispers something to them, nods, smirks. &quot;Angus. Good to see you.&quot; Acts like he wasn&#39;t all kinds of sad and lonely without his friend around and that he -didn&#39;t- build a golem of the fox because he missed him. He turns to nod at Rokarion, then back to Amos: &quot;Right, so what&#39;d&#39;ya need us for?&quot;<br> <br>&quot;No, Missy,&quot; Amos says, &quot;No need for a boat.&quot; He turns his milky, blind eye on the fox. He looks over the gathered beings and nods once. &quot;Well,&quot; he rasps, &quot;If we are all here, I guess I can brief you.&quot; He looks around the abandoned quay and ckears his throat, though it does little for his perpetual rasp. &quot;I imagine that some of you remember the but of Specialized Equipment that we used in infiltrating the Brotherhood of the Frozen Antler?&quot; he half asks, speaking his capital letters quite eloquently, &quot;It seems that bit of equipment never made it back to its vault.&quot; The scarred tomcat nods at a nearby warehouse on the waterfront. &quot;Technologists,&quot; he snorts, as if that explained everything, &quot;I&#39;ve managed to track them to that warehouse there. But I&#39;m going to need some help getting in and getting out with the device and anything else the madmen have managed to squirrel away. Plus I will need some able bodies to cover me while I make sure the device is still whole and functional.&quot; The feline looks pretty sour about this whole thing.<br> <br>Cassidy squints at Thelergramor from behind her mask, opting not to reply at all before shuffling over to hug Angus. &quot;Angus! I am happy to see you. I&#39;ve missed you, you know. You missed us! Our bonding, that is! If only you&#39;d been here a day earlier,&quot; she says with a frown, though it goes unseen before she scoots back over to Natska&#39;s side. &quot;And yes, I remember it rather well. And technologists, huh? I remember hearing that name before... I believe they were someone I wanted to kill, though, because they did... Something. Playing with machines and forcing people to use them or something? Sure, I will gladly help and take the chance to spill some of their blood, if that is the case.&quot;<br> <br>Natska listens to Amos&#39; explanation, then raises her eyebrows at Cassidy. She doesn&#39;t comment on the eagerness for battle, but she does let her hand rest on her rapier&#39;s hilt before she gives Angus a slight nod. &quot;Very well, then.&quot;<br> <br>Angus freezes when Amos states that it was the Technologists, but as soon as Cassidy hugs him he visibly relaxes. &quot;....What exactly did they manage to steal.&quot; He asks curiously as he squeezes Cassidy a bit. &quot;Sorry Cass, I&#39;ve been a little preoccupied recently with everything that has gone on.&quot; <br> <br>Rokarion looks at the group then back at Amos, &quot;The technologists? I have never heard of them, but from the reaction I am not assuming that they are a group that wants to bring Creator technology back to beings. So what are they?&quot;<br> <br>Thelergramor shrugs and pulls on his hood. Didn&#39;t expect an answer, thus letting his imagination run with it. Even better. &quot;Alright, so go in, butcher some thieves, take back the thing and leave? Easy enough. Anything specific with how we deal with &#39;em? Nonlethal or any of that? Been far too long since I&#39;ve killed anyone. That... might be a good thing.&quot; Shrugging, he adds: &quot;It&#39;s a fleshcrafter, Angus. Only temporary, from what I know.&quot; Shrugs at Rokarion. &quot;I&#39;ve never heard of &#39;em either.&quot;<br> <br>&quot;The Technologists are a group who believe that all technology should be available to everyone,&quot; Amos rasps, &quot;specifically themselves. For whatever they want. I couldn&#39;t care less what you do with them. Though my superiors would prefer prisoners.&quot; The tomcat starts walking toward the warehouse. &quot;If we get going, we should be able to surprise them before their night time reinforcements arrive,&quot; he says.<br> <br>Cassidy folds her arms and hums. &quot;Well. I agree that technology should be available. Now, using it  for whatever they want? That probably involves bad things, so no go on that one. I&#39;ll try to take prisoners. Unless they look at me funny or offend me. Then I might not. WelL! I would be happy to go, yes. Or wait til the night time reinforcements to come so there is more sport.&quot;<br> <br>Natska snorts. She puts a hand on her wife&#39;s shoulder and gives the fennec a small squeeze. &quot;Job, love. Let&#39;s get in there, critically wound a few, and capture whoever doesn&#39;t bleed to death while we get the stolen property.&quot; Natska smiles, quickly and quietly falling in line behind Amos.<br> <br>Angus frowns a little as it&#39;s revealed to be a fleshcrafter. &quot;We should be careful how we approach the situation. Last time they had a bolt hole set up and ready in case of an attack, they might have one here to.&quot; He states, tail flicking softly in irritation as he reaches for the hilt of one of his blades.<br> <br>Rokarion nods, &quot;Well I see that my guess was correct, and just like most secretive groups they are doing it for themselves but they feed honeyed words to trick others. Very well, take them prisoners. I can do that barring anyone trying to go for the kill. Let us start then?&quot; the plant being answers politely, sweet jasmine scent wafting around him.<br> <br>Thelergramor scratches his basiliskian face, nods at Amos. &quot;Alright, I&#39;ll see if I can bring you -a- prisoner.&quot; Yup. One. &quot;Eh, technology...&quot; The wolfilisk sighs, shakes his head, leans on his spear. &quot;So, onward, yes?&quot;<br> <br>Amos leads the way until the group stands at a side door to the warehouse. &quot;If we can get the box out here, along with whatever else we find, I have a golem and a cart waiting,&quot; he rasps, &quot;This door is locked, but there are no patrols on this side of the building. I think there is only one guard inside.&quot; He waves a hand at the door. &quot;After you,&quot; he says, &quot;I&#39;m not much use for combat just now, I fear.&quot;<br> <br>Cassidy hums softly before flicking her wrist, a pair of picking tools slipping into her hand. &quot;I can probably manage this, if there are no other takers? Unless you happen to have a key, Amos?&quot; She asks before leaning forward to try to get through the lock.<br> <br>Natska slips her heavy short-blade into her hand as she takes a spot near the door, at Cassidy&#39;s side. She gives Cass a small shake of her head - she&#39;d rather have the fennec handle the door - and as she waits she runs through a few of her math equations, slipping into a light trance and speeding up her reflexes.<br> <br>Angus slips a slender short sword from it&#39;s sheath as he leans over his cousin to see what kind of lock it is, before he takes a step back and scans the area. &quot;Lets hope they weren&#39;t expecting anything.&quot; He murmurs as he takes a deep breath and readies himself.<br> <br>Rokarion follows the group and waits for Cassidy to open the locks. As he waits, Rokarion begins his own casting, reciting the formulas on sheet he has under his heavy cloak to cover himself in a protective layer.<br> <br>Thelergramor peers at the building. &quot;Alright, no patrols on this side. Want me to look for patrols on the other side? Don&#39;t need them getting away once the shit hits the fan. Plus, locked door. Eh, Cass has it.&quot; Plotting... the basilisk has several ideas... He waits for Cassidy to get the door open. Leans against his spear, yawns quietly.<br> <br>Amos shakes his head silently, hands still jammed in his pockets as he watches Cassidy work. But after a moment, the point becomes moot anyway as the lock opens with a click. &quot;They should not be on much of a lookout,&quot; he rasps quietly, &quot;not after the amount of frangula I slipped into the food they had brought in earlier.&quot; The tomcat gives a malicious grin, exposing one oversized fang for which he is named.&quot; He shakes his head at Thelergramor. &quot;I am more interested in retrieving what they have stolen than preventing a few from escaping,&quot; he says.<br> <br>Cassidy tucks the picking tools away before perking her ears. &quot;Just one guard inside, then? Let&#39;s try to take him out silently, hm? I have just the spell in mind, unless someone else gets him first.&quot; She moves to nudge the door open and make her way inside, her footfalls devoid of sound as usual.<br> <br>Natska draws her rapier, then slips into the building behind Cassidy, ears perked and on alert. She moves quietly, half crouched and ready to pounce as the hunt begins.<br> <br>Angus reaches for the pistol at his hip before he rethinks it, palming his dagger in his right hand ready to be thrown as he crouches low and follows them both in silently.<br> <br>Rokarion looking as how the group are trying to use stealth, Rokarion does also crouch and follows silently behind the group, hoping that he is good enough at this.<br> <br>Thelergramor follows in after the others, all crouched low and quiet. Spear held in one hand, wristblades kept close to his body to prevent them from bumping anything... His tail drags a bit on the ground, though, which may be an issue. Can&#39;t crouch low enough!<br> <br>The door swings open silently, revealing a small room and a rather uncomfortable looking badger guard pacing back and forth near the far door. &quot;Damn,&quot; he mutters, not looking up, &quot;When will those replacements be here?&quot;
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		+	As everyone sneaks into the room, Rokarion manages to stumble, slamming the door up against the inside wall with a BANG! The badger&#39;s eyes snap to the door! He goes to spring into action, to attack or run, but suddenly doubles over clutching his belly as it rumbles and roils loudly. &quot;Oh gods!&quot; he moans.
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		+	&quot;That would be the frangula at work,&quot; Amos rasps, a twinkle in his eye, &quot;Someone had better do something before he raises an alarm, though.&quot;<br> <br>Cassidy is, certainly, quick to do something. You can&#39;t raise an alarm if you have no air in your lungs, after all! It worked before to stop a cry, maybe it&#39;ll work this time. Raising her gloved hand, she performs a quick bit of math to try to pull the air from the badger&#39;s lungs. Regardless of if it takes him down or not, it should keep him quiet.<br> <br>And if Cass&#39; spell doesn&#39;t disable the guard, Natska&#39;s quick blow might; the jaguar lunges forward and lines up a quick jab for the guard&#39;s jaw, using the hand guard of her sword rather than the point - in the interest of taking a prisoner, of course.<br> <br>Angus looks over to the guard, turning the dagger around in his hand to throw before he notices Cass and Natska already after him which prompts him to disengage and move off to the side before walking forward, trying to stay out of the line of fire to get closer to the target.<br> <br>Rokarion quickly got their footing after their blunder, the young plant being looking around and hoping everything went fine. Rokarion&#39;s face flushed with a hint of red color at his embarrassing mistake and right on that time the inner blossom of his hair began blooming, the petals expanding half way through and further enhancing the beautiful aroma<br> <br>Thelergramor doesn&#39;t complain at the noise Rokarion made, it&#39;s not an issue. Instead, he charges the badger who may or may not be completely out of breath at this point... And, as Natska did, prisoner attempt number 1. Via the butt end of his spear directed towards... well, Natska&#39;s hand is in the way of the jaw, so... the dirty bits. Manbags. Groin. That place.
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		+	Thel&#39;s a dick sometimes.<br> <br>There is no resistance as the poor badger is attacked on all fronts! The air gasps from his lungs as he is clocked in the jaw and rocked by Thelergramor&#39;s attack. Strangely, a look of relief crosses the KOed beings face as he falls to the floor and a rather unpleasant aroma fills the air.
		+	Amos nods and walks to the far door, opening it carefully to peer out. &quot;Coast looks clear,&quot; he rasps, letting the others lead. And it is. The corridor extends a little way further in the building, then opens into a large storeroom. There do not seem to be any other guards in sight, though there are several other doors leading out. Presumably to other guard posts.<br> <br>Cassidy starts forward down the corridor, eager to be away from the source of that smell as she dips a hand into her coat, fingers seeking out the little black satin bag that contains her sleeping powder. &quot;Well. Let&#39;s try to keep things more quiet than the entrance, at least,&quot; she says as she moves forward.<br> <br>Natska nods. &quot;Nicely done,&quot; she compliments Cass and Thel, as she follows Cassidy down the hallway. &quot;I almost feel bad for whichever spyguard carts that one away. Almost.&quot;<br> <br>Angus makes a face at the smell. &quot;Guess that&#39;s one way to catch them by surprise.&quot; He mutters as he waves a hand in front of his nose before he heads down the corridor himself. &quot;If it&#39;s like this with everyone we meet I&#39;d gladly let them all run.&quot; He mutters as he sheaths his short sword and switches his dagger to his left hand.

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Revision as of 03:58, 29 December 2014

Participants

• Angus
• Cassidy
• Fenris
• Natska
• Rokarion
• Thelergramor

Date

28/12/477

Log

Sure enough, Amos is waiting on the empty dock, staring out at the ocean with his hands jammed deep in the pockets of his worn, black spyguard coat. The grizzled and scarred old tomcat cuts a rather unnerving figure with his tattered ear and milky white eye with that awful scar over it. He looks away from the water to the beings gathering at his behest. "Let's get a move on boys and girls," he rasps, "We're wasting daylight!"

Cassidy makes her way down the dock towards Amos, brow raised and dressed up in her body suit today. Worn over it is a long, black leather coat, fastened above the waist. "So, uh... The docks, hm? We need a boat, or something?" She asks, adjusting her hat.

Natska arrives with Cassidy, wearing her short black jacket over her own reinforced jump suit, her rapier and her knife at her side. She gives Amos a quick nod as she falls into place. "Right. What did you lose?" she asks, tone low, instinctually tending towards secrecy.

Angus frowns and folds a piece of paper that he stuffs into a pocket as he walks up to the slowly growing group. "Should of called us down here earlier if you were worrying about daylight." He retorts a little gruffly as he rests his hands on his hips and takes a look around for whatever boat they were going to use.

Rokarion marched in a confident gait towards the group, the plant being clad in their body covering heavy cloak. Rokarion noticed Angus, raising a petalled eyebrow at the noble who has apparently lain low for quite a while, Rokarion wondered what form of trouble could Angus get him into this time around, but quickly shook his head and looked at Amos, staff hidden behind his cloak, and waiting for his command.

Making his way onto the dock, equipped with a spear, three swords and a bladed leather gauntlet, Thelergramor is wearing somewhat simple clothes today. And is a basilisk. Yup. All scaley and reptilian... "Cassidy, Natska, looking good today." Spoken a bit quietly. Whispers something to them, nods, smirks. "Angus. Good to see you." Acts like he wasn't all kinds of sad and lonely without his friend around and that he -didn't- build a golem of the fox because he missed him. He turns to nod at Rokarion, then back to Amos: "Right, so what'd'ya need us for?"

"No, Missy," Amos says, "No need for a boat." He turns his milky, blind eye on the fox. He looks over the gathered beings and nods once. "Well," he rasps, "If we are all here, I guess I can brief you." He looks around the abandoned quay and ckears his throat, though it does little for his perpetual rasp. "I imagine that some of you remember the but of Specialized Equipment that we used in infiltrating the Brotherhood of the Frozen Antler?" he half asks, speaking his capital letters quite eloquently, "It seems that bit of equipment never made it back to its vault." The scarred tomcat nods at a nearby warehouse on the waterfront. "Technologists," he snorts, as if that explained everything, "I've managed to track them to that warehouse there. But I'm going to need some help getting in and getting out with the device and anything else the madmen have managed to squirrel away. Plus I will need some able bodies to cover me while I make sure the device is still whole and functional." The feline looks pretty sour about this whole thing.

Cassidy squints at Thelergramor from behind her mask, opting not to reply at all before shuffling over to hug Angus. "Angus! I am happy to see you. I've missed you, you know. You missed us! Our bonding, that is! If only you'd been here a day earlier," she says with a frown, though it goes unseen before she scoots back over to Natska's side. "And yes, I remember it rather well. And technologists, huh? I remember hearing that name before... I believe they were someone I wanted to kill, though, because they did... Something. Playing with machines and forcing people to use them or something? Sure, I will gladly help and take the chance to spill some of their blood, if that is the case."

Natska listens to Amos' explanation, then raises her eyebrows at Cassidy. She doesn't comment on the eagerness for battle, but she does let her hand rest on her rapier's hilt before she gives Angus a slight nod. "Very well, then."

Angus freezes when Amos states that it was the Technologists, but as soon as Cassidy hugs him he visibly relaxes. "....What exactly did they manage to steal." He asks curiously as he squeezes Cassidy a bit. "Sorry Cass, I've been a little preoccupied recently with everything that has gone on."

Rokarion looks at the group then back at Amos, "The technologists? I have never heard of them, but from the reaction I am not assuming that they are a group that wants to bring Creator technology back to beings. So what are they?"

Thelergramor shrugs and pulls on his hood. Didn't expect an answer, thus letting his imagination run with it. Even better. "Alright, so go in, butcher some thieves, take back the thing and leave? Easy enough. Anything specific with how we deal with 'em? Nonlethal or any of that? Been far too long since I've killed anyone. That... might be a good thing." Shrugging, he adds: "It's a fleshcrafter, Angus. Only temporary, from what I know." Shrugs at Rokarion. "I've never heard of 'em either."

"The Technologists are a group who believe that all technology should be available to everyone," Amos rasps, "specifically themselves. For whatever they want. I couldn't care less what you do with them. Though my superiors would prefer prisoners." The tomcat starts walking toward the warehouse. "If we get going, we should be able to surprise them before their night time reinforcements arrive," he says.

Cassidy folds her arms and hums. "Well. I agree that technology should be available. Now, using it for whatever they want? That probably involves bad things, so no go on that one. I'll try to take prisoners. Unless they look at me funny or offend me. Then I might not. WelL! I would be happy to go, yes. Or wait til the night time reinforcements to come so there is more sport."

Natska snorts. She puts a hand on her wife's shoulder and gives the fennec a small squeeze. "Job, love. Let's get in there, critically wound a few, and capture whoever doesn't bleed to death while we get the stolen property." Natska smiles, quickly and quietly falling in line behind Amos.

Angus frowns a little as it's revealed to be a fleshcrafter. "We should be careful how we approach the situation. Last time they had a bolt hole set up and ready in case of an attack, they might have one here to." He states, tail flicking softly in irritation as he reaches for the hilt of one of his blades.

Rokarion nods, "Well I see that my guess was correct, and just like most secretive groups they are doing it for themselves but they feed honeyed words to trick others. Very well, take them prisoners. I can do that barring anyone trying to go for the kill. Let us start then?" the plant being answers politely, sweet jasmine scent wafting around him.

Thelergramor scratches his basiliskian face, nods at Amos. "Alright, I'll see if I can bring you -a- prisoner." Yup. One. "Eh, technology..." The wolfilisk sighs, shakes his head, leans on his spear. "So, onward, yes?"

Amos leads the way until the group stands at a side door to the warehouse. "If we can get the box out here, along with whatever else we find, I have a golem and a cart waiting," he rasps, "This door is locked, but there are no patrols on this side of the building. I think there is only one guard inside." He waves a hand at the door. "After you," he says, "I'm not much use for combat just now, I fear."

Cassidy hums softly before flicking her wrist, a pair of picking tools slipping into her hand. "I can probably manage this, if there are no other takers? Unless you happen to have a key, Amos?" She asks before leaning forward to try to get through the lock.

Natska slips her heavy short-blade into her hand as she takes a spot near the door, at Cassidy's side. She gives Cass a small shake of her head - she'd rather have the fennec handle the door - and as she waits she runs through a few of her math equations, slipping into a light trance and speeding up her reflexes.

Angus slips a slender short sword from it's sheath as he leans over his cousin to see what kind of lock it is, before he takes a step back and scans the area. "Lets hope they weren't expecting anything." He murmurs as he takes a deep breath and readies himself.

Rokarion follows the group and waits for Cassidy to open the locks. As he waits, Rokarion begins his own casting, reciting the formulas on sheet he has under his heavy cloak to cover himself in a protective layer.

Thelergramor peers at the building. "Alright, no patrols on this side. Want me to look for patrols on the other side? Don't need them getting away once the shit hits the fan. Plus, locked door. Eh, Cass has it." Plotting... the basilisk has several ideas... He waits for Cassidy to get the door open. Leans against his spear, yawns quietly.

Amos shakes his head silently, hands still jammed in his pockets as he watches Cassidy work. But after a moment, the point becomes moot anyway as the lock opens with a click. "They should not be on much of a lookout," he rasps quietly, "not after the amount of frangula I slipped into the food they had brought in earlier." The tomcat gives a malicious grin, exposing one oversized fang for which he is named." He shakes his head at Thelergramor. "I am more interested in retrieving what they have stolen than preventing a few from escaping," he says.

Cassidy tucks the picking tools away before perking her ears. "Just one guard inside, then? Let's try to take him out silently, hm? I have just the spell in mind, unless someone else gets him first." She moves to nudge the door open and make her way inside, her footfalls devoid of sound as usual.

Natska draws her rapier, then slips into the building behind Cassidy, ears perked and on alert. She moves quietly, half crouched and ready to pounce as the hunt begins.

Angus reaches for the pistol at his hip before he rethinks it, palming his dagger in his right hand ready to be thrown as he crouches low and follows them both in silently.

Rokarion looking as how the group are trying to use stealth, Rokarion does also crouch and follows silently behind the group, hoping that he is good enough at this.

Thelergramor follows in after the others, all crouched low and quiet. Spear held in one hand, wristblades kept close to his body to prevent them from bumping anything... His tail drags a bit on the ground, though, which may be an issue. Can't crouch low enough!

The door swings open silently, revealing a small room and a rather uncomfortable looking badger guard pacing back and forth near the far door. "Damn," he mutters, not looking up, "When will those replacements be here?"

As everyone sneaks into the room, Rokarion manages to stumble, slamming the door up against the inside wall with a BANG! The badger's eyes snap to the door! He goes to spring into action, to attack or run, but suddenly doubles over clutching his belly as it rumbles and roils loudly. "Oh gods!" he moans.

"That would be the frangula at work," Amos rasps, a twinkle in his eye, "Someone had better do something before he raises an alarm, though."

Cassidy is, certainly, quick to do something. You can't raise an alarm if you have no air in your lungs, after all! It worked before to stop a cry, maybe it'll work this time. Raising her gloved hand, she performs a quick bit of math to try to pull the air from the badger's lungs. Regardless of if it takes him down or not, it should keep him quiet.

And if Cass' spell doesn't disable the guard, Natska's quick blow might; the jaguar lunges forward and lines up a quick jab for the guard's jaw, using the hand guard of her sword rather than the point - in the interest of taking a prisoner, of course.

Angus looks over to the guard, turning the dagger around in his hand to throw before he notices Cass and Natska already after him which prompts him to disengage and move off to the side before walking forward, trying to stay out of the line of fire to get closer to the target.

Rokarion quickly got their footing after their blunder, the young plant being looking around and hoping everything went fine. Rokarion's face flushed with a hint of red color at his embarrassing mistake and right on that time the inner blossom of his hair began blooming, the petals expanding half way through and further enhancing the beautiful aroma

Thelergramor doesn't complain at the noise Rokarion made, it's not an issue. Instead, he charges the badger who may or may not be completely out of breath at this point... And, as Natska did, prisoner attempt number 1. Via the butt end of his spear directed towards... well, Natska's hand is in the way of the jaw, so... the dirty bits. Manbags. Groin. That place.

Thel's a dick sometimes.

There is no resistance as the poor badger is attacked on all fronts! The air gasps from his lungs as he is clocked in the jaw and rocked by Thelergramor's attack. Strangely, a look of relief crosses the KOed beings face as he falls to the floor and a rather unpleasant aroma fills the air. Amos nods and walks to the far door, opening it carefully to peer out. "Coast looks clear," he rasps, letting the others lead. And it is. The corridor extends a little way further in the building, then opens into a large storeroom. There do not seem to be any other guards in sight, though there are several other doors leading out. Presumably to other guard posts.

Cassidy starts forward down the corridor, eager to be away from the source of that smell as she dips a hand into her coat, fingers seeking out the little black satin bag that contains her sleeping powder. "Well. Let's try to keep things more quiet than the entrance, at least," she says as she moves forward.

Natska nods. "Nicely done," she compliments Cass and Thel, as she follows Cassidy down the hallway. "I almost feel bad for whichever spyguard carts that one away. Almost."

Angus makes a face at the smell. "Guess that's one way to catch them by surprise." He mutters as he waves a hand in front of his nose before he heads down the corridor himself. "If it's like this with everyone we meet I'd gladly let them all run." He mutters as he sheaths his short sword and switches his dagger to his left hand.