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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jun 30, 2020 1:09:16 GMT
Damien turned to Nigel and gave him his best smile, his finger playing with his mustache. "Do not worry Thunderhart. When it is time for you to know their place in the plan we will share it with you. Until then remember we have opposition and we need to play this hand very close to our chests." He looked around at the crowd after he had finished, "Are there any other questions or concerns? If you do bring them up here... we do not need anyone who is not completely committed to this heist coming with us." He looked out at the crowd with his confident, but not insanely so smile.
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jun 30, 2020 1:30:12 GMT
Nigel twitched as the master thief intentionally got his name wrong. "And how much time have you spent in the Mists, thief? Have you ample experience battling its horrors? Have you triumphed over many of its countless dangers? Have you stared into the abyss where civilization ends and madness begins without blinking?" He did not stop talking to allow any of these questions to be answered. "Until we fight our way through the Mists to this Gate of Heavens, breach its walls, reach the vault, and slay the force assailing it, I daresay your input is of little use. In fact, it seems we are even being provided the key, so your 'extraction of the required artifacts' will boil down to simply opening a door and removing the contents within. Quite the caper, chap, but don't worry I'll be sure you get a footnote in the book."
"So when I ask what the capabilities of some of the more puzzling members of our fellowship in attendance, who I am apparently to consider peers, I merely need to know how many of you will pull your weight and how many I will need to carry on my broad shoulders to glory."
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Jun 30, 2020 1:42:03 GMT
Tehol having finally quieted down K'rull, who was now playing in a pile of glitter on the table, leans back and sighs. He didn't really care about the dick measuring contest taking place down the table.
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jun 30, 2020 1:53:21 GMT
“In fairness, our esteemed author asks a reasonable question,” Konrad said as he stood, “Which I might have asked myself if he hadn’t beaten me to it. While I am fair with a blade, and decent with spells of augmentation, the truth is I am probably here because I can keep a level head, and speak civilly to all manner of beings without being needlessly provocative. It is not a skill all are blessed with, in equal measure.”
He grinned at the company so they knew he was referring to.
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jun 30, 2020 1:58:16 GMT
Damien laughed, "Oh do not worry N.T., We all know and accept you will be the big strong man sent crashing into the mists face first for the rest of us. And I assure you we appreciate your particular set of skills. I am sure you have more then enough strength to carry us all on your back." He gave the warrior a pat on his shoulder. "If it is an option I will gladly follow along in the wake of your madness and mayhem. I can tell you that no one becomes a thief looking for a day of hard work."
The King of Thieves turned from Nigel and looked back out at the crowd, and added, "I am just here to for a big picture view, and I do have a flexible mind." He snorted in laughter at the idea of this fool leading any crew let alone his. "And ideally I would like to be in and out of this Ziggur-whatsit the first night. I think we will need to get far more information though. Do some actual scouting. There is nothing like getting your eyes on the prize." He licked his lips hungrily at thought.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jun 30, 2020 2:20:40 GMT
"I am a hunter, not a thief, but I must ask. What happens if what you seek is not actually there? Do we still receive recompense or are we to be marooned until we find something to satisfy your employer's greed?"
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jun 30, 2020 2:24:03 GMT
Nigel seemed entirely satisfied by Damiens' appeal to his strength, agreement that he would follow him into the fray, and assurance he would be the one to lead the charge and therefore have the lion's share of the glory. "Huzzah!" he exclaimed.
"That's the spirit, little Wolfhaven. Stay close to me and we'll do your daddy proud in the Mists," Nigel clapped Konrad on the back hard, the uncivil needlessly provocative culprit apparently lost on him. "Just don't try to talk anything we find out there to death."
"As for my share of the spoils, Countess Maia, I would like my payment donated to Lady Ceutinde's Bastion House of Peace and Respite for Our Heroes. Lady Ceutinde, no need to thank me, though if you were to name a wing after me, or erect a statue, or display your gratitude in some other fitting manner that is your prerogative." He gave her a subtle wink that was not subtle in the slightest. "Countess Maia, I was hoping we could discuss an alternate reward for my services over drinks, perhaps in my suite?"
(Seduction 50)
(How Do You Like Me Now?!: Nigel has a two step bonus to heterosexual women or homosexual men he’s never met)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 30, 2020 2:41:35 GMT
The Countess turned to the Hunter. “If the Vault is empty then marooning is the least of the worries we will all have. My mistress only seeks the contents of the vault. If it is empty then I hope the remains of the loot to be found appeal to you.”
She turned to Nigel and smiled. “Bring back what’s required and I assure you that very little will be off the table,” she said. “I may even find some things to place on top of it.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Jun 30, 2020 10:00:32 GMT
Ceutinde had stewed a bit before deigning to reply to Nigel's insult as to her capabilities, only to be taken aback by his offer of the donation. He wasn't all bad, after all. "Very generous, Nigel. As for why I'll be joining in, quite right that I am no Reclaimer, yet. But I think I can add some value. You yourself have had wounds treated at the House of Peace and Respite, have you not? I trained every healer that serves there. The setting might be unusual, but I think I can give a bit of field medicine a try."
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Post by Dr. Archimedes Steller on Jun 30, 2020 11:08:54 GMT
Archimedes put his book away, disappointed with the lack of informations. Moreover, he was now faced with a dilemma. One one hand, he had the opportunity to study a whole new place, likely untouched by the eyes of his fellow scholars. On the other, he would have to suffer Thornheart as head of the expedition.
"Eh, bloody hell, I'll do it." Archie ranted to himself.
"I do not think it is fair to doubt the skill of our colleagues, good sirs." The Professor spoke up, he knew his limitations but he also knew that every person had their worth, even Thornheart. "Our employers appear to be really knowledgeable of what they do, no matter how cryptic that is. Thus, I feel compelled to believe they made their research when looking for names for a task of this caliber."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jun 30, 2020 13:05:57 GMT
“Employees? Pfft!” Justine rolled her eyes. If anything, they were contractors...no, mercenaries. That thought made her grin, even as a dark-haired woman caught the corner of her vision. No, it wasn’t her. Still, her heart beat faster.
“I...” She cleared her throat and sipped the wine to collect herself. “I think you know we’ll all agree to do it. Besides all the other information, which I think Master, ummmm, Comte? Chevalier has under control...when will we be leaving?”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 30, 2020 14:15:11 GMT
“Noon tomorrow,” the countess said. “The tides will carry you swiftly away from the Thousand Serpents then. The ship is already outfitted for travel and there’s not a moment to lose anymore.”
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Post by Dr. Archimedes Steller on Jun 30, 2020 14:58:05 GMT
"Well, noon tomorrow it is! Perfect!" Archimedes said excitedly. He had gone too long without an expedition, his last one having been more than half a year ago."We should celebrate."
"Now..." The professor dug into his suitcase. After a brief search, he pulled out a fine porcelain teapot, designed in the old Empirial style. It is decorated with a green pigment, depicting all kinds of different animals. He then proceeded to bring out the teacups. One, two, three... he counted until he reached the total number of guests. "Would anyone be interested in some Jasmine Tea? As my fellow scholars say, there's nothing better to get to know new friends than a hot cup of tea."
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jun 30, 2020 15:18:34 GMT
Kjell watched the old man set teacups on the table. When he'd gotten to the sixth or seventh, she turned her gaze back to their hostess and cleared her throat. "What is the name of the ship?" she asked. Her voice was fairly low and had a note of impatience to it.
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Jun 30, 2020 15:24:17 GMT
“I’ll take some tea.” Tehol speaks up. “And me and K’rull can share.”
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