[Nexus] MERC XV: All In One Package

[Morty]

MERCENARY ESPIONAGE AND RECONNAISSANCE CORPORATION

The Mercenary Espionage and Reconnaissance Corporation is the most prominent faction of mercenaries and adventurers in this world. Their skills are offered for hire to anyone who can pay. More than that, the Corporation exerts considerable control over the teeming masses of the freelance mercenaries, adventurers, hired weapons and troubleshooters of the chaotic land of the Nexus. They offer licenses that entitle one to discounts, legal protection and job offers... in exchange for a cut of the profits. To that effect, MERC has offices in Inside, Riverside and Skyside. MERC does not appreciate competition, so unlicensed mercenaries operating in these cities are subject to a negative marketing campaign. If one proves troublesome, harsher steps may be taken.

Hiring MERC:
Hiring MERC is as simple as providing any information needed and negotiating appropriate payment. Contracts must gain the approval of a MERC member. If the member thinks the job is too risky, doesn't pay well enough or is otherwise troublesome, they may contact Dipsnig or one of his lieutenants for special approval.

There are two categories of official MERC contracts. MERC Member Contracts, jobs to be carried out exclusively by MERC members, and MERC Licensed Contracts, jobs to be posted publicly for any MERC license holders to complete.

The following for must be filled out. MERC Member Contracts are posted in an area exclusively viewable by MERC members, while MERC Licensed Contracts are posted in all MERC locations and are viewable by all license holders.


Job Description: Brief description of the job to be performed.
Contract Type: MERC Member Contract or MERC Licensed Contract.
Hired by: Character or group name (Player name).
Target: Character or group name (Player name).
Payment: Approximate or specific where applicable.
Notes: Any additional information.

Note that MERC refuses to deal with slavers, the organization AMEN, and they won't carry out assassinations.

Current Contracts:
MERC Member Contracts:
Available exclusively to MERC members.


Job Description: Find the person on this (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=16838821&postcount=935) picture (Superhero Form)
Contract Type: MERC Member Contract
Hired by: Arkant (Zefir).
Target: Celica Mistral (Arkhosia).
Payment: Proper amount of money Or magical gems
Notes: -


Job Description: I seek an uncommon strain of goutweed reported to grow in swampy areas of the Hunting Grounds. Requesting protection while I locate and gather satisfactory specimens.
Contract Type: MERC Member Contract
Hired by: "D-Tox" (ImpSyndrome)
Target: Goutweed, stone-creeping variant
Payment: 1400 Nexus GP or specified equivalent (plus compensation for commission fee)
Notes: ((Feel free to make up a monster attack or invite an antagonistic character to interrupt, but I'll make something up to keep us on our toes otherwise. Risk factor should be relatively low as long as the characters stick together; D-Tox isn't a good fighter, but he's got some great support skills.))

Job Description: Aid me in capturing an Aberrant Titan in the Hunting Grounds by leading it to a set location
Contract Type: MERC Member Contract
Hired By: Sophia Godlark (Arkhosia)
Target: Aberrant titan (Arkhosia unless anyone else wants to play it)
Payment: 30,000 GP
Notes: Job is considered failed if the titan is slain.
An Aberrant Titan is a humanoid that stands 7-15 meters tall, and is notable for it's odd behavior that includes crawling
on all fours, running blindly at a target with it's mouth open, jumping extremely high to bite humanoids, and belly-
flopping to crush a target. It eats humanoids.

MERC Licensed Contracts:
Available to anyone that holds a MERC license.


Job Description: Find the fate of Paul Tyron, Blake Swartzveld, Aaron Surgius, and Seth Moore, and if possible recover their bodies or rescue them
Contract Type: MERC Licensed Contract
Hired by: Katherine Surgius (Arkhosia).
Target: The other members of the 35th Squadron (Arkhosia).
Payment: 600 GP
Notes: ((Will add these in later: just descriptions of the others))

Every MERC member and license holder will get a commission for protecting Trog's Tavern and Black Dragon's Den from attacks, attempted robberies, random encounters and other events.

Completed contracts can be found here (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1bWaLexXM4Subtwpi99NCEd3qpiVjbAFUyitdCJQQw5Q/edit#heading=h.ka8gmtz84z5).

Licenses:
Those unwilling or unable to join MERC full-time can apply for their licenses. Obtaining one is relatively simple, requiring only coming to their main base or one of the offices and filing in their name. A license comes with the following benefits:
Discounts in Trog's Tavern, Black Dragon's Den, Erin's Emporium and Azik's Enchantments
Protection from dishonest employers.
Access to MERC Licensed Constracts.
Free medical care by MERC's lieutenant and medical robot, CB.

In exchange for the license, its holder is obliged to pay MERC a cut of their profits.

However, the license may be revoked if the holder breaks MERC's restrictions on jobs or glaringly breaches the organization's professional standards. The first time it happens, the license can be returned for a fee. The second time the fee is higher and the third time, the license is revoked permanently.

Membership Information:
In order to be hired as a full-time member of MERC, one needs to prove their worth either to their leader or one of his lieutenants. Usually, it involves being a mercenary of some skill and professional standards, but the organization is also open to those with other valuable skills, provided they can prove that they'd be useful to the group. Full-time MERC members enjoy the access to MERC-exclusive jobs, and a cut of the profits and influence their control over the mercenary business brings.

Membership Application:


Name:
Race:
Profession:



Name
Player
Role


Dipsnig Razortooth
Morty
The Boss


Dena Xifhara
Shadowcaller
Lieutenant


Kirk Locke
Gulaghar
Lieutenant


CB
Lost Deep
Chief Medic


Aric
Aric Kale



Bianca
Lex-Kat



Caroline
Lex-Kat



Cassidy
Rotting Baron



Eshter
Gulaghar



Fade
Zefir



Jazirian
KrisOnAStick



Kuko
OrchestraHC



Krait
Lord Magtok



Krayger
LordDeathKeeper



Reyna
DarkComet



Rilla
Harnel



Roxie
happyturtle



If you were on the list before and dropped for inactivity, you can be re-added at any time by request.

Beast Pens:


Name
Player
Species


Fluffy
Wolfbane
Half dragon dire rancor




Demon sheep




Locations:
This thread not only serves to contain the MERC base, but also all other MERC associated locations. These locations are separate from each other and events in one location will not affect the others. Because of this, please label posts appropriately for any scene's location.

MERC Base:
The base consists of several buildings located in the cold regions of the Nexus. It tends to snow a lot. It resembles an arctic base somewhat, but is much more friendly and hospitable.

Layout:

http://i431.photobucket.com/albums/qq40/happyturtle-avs/no-base2.png

One central building, containing the common room, the kitchen, the infirmary, the armoury and the tunnel entrance. Four smaller buildings connected to the main one by roofed corridors: One for sleeping quarters, one for the laboratories, one for the training area and one for storage. Also, there are considerably large beast pens also connected with the main building.

Main Room:
In need of description.

Room Descriptions:
In need of description.

Infirmary:
This room has come a long way from where it was. The circular room has been fitted with a number of high-tech hospital beds, and some healing tanks. The walls are lined with supplies, tools, medical apparatus, and many things that look very, very advanced. Everything short of surgery can be done in here. The tanks are on the far side of the circle from the door, five of them, currently empty. A sign is posted next to the tanks:

WARNING: HEALING TANKS ARE ONLY FOR EMERGENCIES. ONLY USE TANKS WITH DOCTOR RECOMMENDATION. ACTIVE TANKS MUST BE MONITORED BY A TRAINED PROFESSIONAL AT ALL TIMES.

Against the wall near the entrance are a number of stretchers. One spot in the right wall is a marked out section of blank wall. A note is attached:

“See about having a door put in here, for emergencies.” Oddly, on the other side of that wall is the armoury.

Almost missable in the calculated medical clutter are white curtains, which can be pulled upon tracks in the ceiling to give bedridden patients some peace. Sanitation stations (like modern hospital sinks, but even cleaner) are at the front and back of the room. Each station has spots for hand washing, instrument washing, general trash throw-out, and hazardous trash throw-out.

Yeah, the MERC infirmary is now prepared for anything short of surgery.

The surgery is done in the member’s quarters.

CB-484, not seeing the point in a large room for himself, has converted the bulk of his room into a fully-equipped futuristic emergency room and surgery centre. It has lots of adjustable lights, emergency supplies, pointy objects, things with large warning signs on them, and a sanitation station. One door off to the side is marked “CB-484 Only.” What was once the closet of the room has been deemed suitable to be CB’s living quarters, and he has no intention to expand.
Kitchen:
In need of description.

Labs:
In need of description.

There's an extensive cave and tunnel network is located under the base and the mountain behind it and some tunnels go forth to key Nexus locations. Both are accessed through the main building. There's a separate door for the complex and the tunnels.

Defences:

Secure walls and windows that can be locked if needed.
Six Aperture Science laser-targeting chain-gun turrets placed on the exterior of the base.
Two Asuran golems (http://wiki.guildwars2.com/images/d/d3/Chubby_Golem_model.jpg) programmed to obey MERC members and defend both the personnel and the base.
Clockwork penguins, armed with light machine guns. Crude and ineffective, but numerous.
Dimensional lock placed on the entire base.

Offices:
MERC has offices in Inside, Riverside, and Skyside, where mercenaries can come to receive licenses, inquire about job opportunities, make complaints about dishonest employers, and conduct other administrative business.

Common Building:
MERC has a building located in Inside to serve as a place for MERC members and MERC license holders alike to gather. Here they can plan and discuss jobs, network with fellow mercenaries, or simply socialize.

Description:
The common building is a large building in the suburbs of Inside, with two floors. The inside of the building is rather plain and simple, but solid. Not luxurious, but enough for a hard-working mercenary to rest. The rooms inside are as follows:

The job room - it contains a list of all available jobs, and this is also where potential employees can come looking for someone to solve their problems.
The bar - here, the mercenaries can eat and drink. It has a wide menu for a variety of species and tastes. Nexus being what it is, it makes no assumptions about 'standard adventurer fare'
Recreation area - a large room with card tables, a pool table and some couches, for the mercenaries to relax.
Pool - a bit more extravagant. One of the rooms opens up on the outside, and contains a swimming pool.
Training Area - a simple room for the mercenaries to train and spar.
Sleeping Rooms - upstairs, there's a number of rooms for the mercenaries to rest. They're small and rudimentary, only meant for those who for some reasons can't or won't rent rooms in Trog's.



OoC Rules:

No godmodding.
No destroying the whole place. No, not even then. This applies to all locations.
Keep the curtains to a reasonable amount.
Label posts for appropriate location. It's especially important here, seeing as there are multiple buildings in this thread.

[Morty]

[Office]

Fade nods again.

"Is there anything else I can help you with? The current jobs don't fir ym current state."

And I think they shoould be updated . the magClonething is already done.

"You can keep an eye out on our offices or the new recreational facilities," Dipsnig says. "It shouldn't take much effort."

[Devixer]

Common Building - Recreation area

After having read about the new common area on the Wall, Ashley's decided she should visit NO's newest expansion. She's sitting on a couch, looking around at anybody else inside.

[Zefir]

"You can keep an eye out on our offices or the new recreational facilities," Dipsnig says. "It shouldn't take much effort."

[Office]

Fade nods and will then head of to do so. Heading for one of the office, since he doesn't really know waht to do in the recreational facilities.

[Slii Arhem]

Tunnels

"Stealth. Disintegration magic. Teleporting past. Fire, with all exits redirected via portals into space. Finding out exactly where we would be if we were on the surface, advancing fifty paces, and then digging our way back down," Krait states in a dull monotone, reciting a list of means by which they might deal with his adversary, more for his own psyche's benefit than for assisting with the task of dealing with this monstrosity. He warily jabs at it with his voulge, intending to just cut it a little and retreat. Have to make sure that it can even bleed before they experiment further.


[Entrance]

"We took all the necessary precautions to make sure Magtok didn't know who was capturing him and we signal-blocked the room we're holding him in to cut him off from the rest of the MagCollective," Dipsnig says, with no indication he's not saying the truth or being dishonest.

[Tunnels]

"Well, if it isn't the most disgusting thing I've ever seen in my life," Dipsnig says. "I'd just fill this whole tunnel with napalm if I didn't know the smoke would kill everything within a few kilometres. We need it gone, without any traces."



The rat Krait pokes splits down the middle from the slightest gash, its insides spilling out as a thick, chunky green paste that faintly glows in the tunnel's slight gloom. A still-living rat beneath it squirms and squeals as the liquid drips down over it, erupting into boils as the congealed sickness spreads over it and expedites its demise.

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Area

Krayger the minotaur stops by to see the new place, presumably before his slow-fated dungeon crawl. He nods hello to Ashley or anyone else there looking as he enters the room.

[Halae]

The rat Krait pokes splits down the middle from the slightest gash, its insides spilling out as a thick, chunky green paste that faintly glows in the tunnel's slight gloom. A still-living rat beneath it squirms and squeals as the liquid drips down over it, erupting into boils as the congealed sickness spreads over it and expedites its demise.[Tunnels]

"Ew," Rill says, holding one of her rods out in front of her. The disgust is clear in her voice, "I think I can probably destroy it, but I'm not sure I want to try."

[Lord Magtok]

Tunnels

"You would prefer living with the knowledge that this sleeps beneath the floorboards of your bedchamber?"

A bit of an exaggeration there, Krait. Rilla's room is way over down that way, on the other side of NO. Besides, it's not like this awful thing could ever hope to squeeze its way free into the main base, right? Krait stabs the monstrosity again, even though his first strike didn't really accomplish much. Hey, if it's working, and nobody's suggesting anything better, why not?

"The voulge contains some magical enchantments. Fire, lightning, and more. I don't believe there's anything meant to help with the smell of giant spit-roasted demon vermin, however."

[Morty]

[Tunnels]

"They're obviously held together by magic," Dipsnig says. "One of the magic-draining explosive bolts might do the trick," he adds, loading said bolts into his crossbow.

[Devixer]

Common Building - Recreation Area

Ashley waves hello to Krayger, but she doesn't say anything. She isn't exactly sure how to even talk to a miniature.

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Area

Krayger looks around as he walks around the room for a moment, his hooves clopping quietly on the floor. "Rather desolate today, I suppose." he says out loud, running a hand over the pool table's edge.

[Devixer]

Common Building - Recreational Area

"It's a new expansion for NO, it'll take some time," Ashley says. Krayger may note that she occasionally glances at the entrance.

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Area

Krayger shrugs. "I suppose you're right." he notices her glance. "Are you expecting someone?"

[Devixer]

Common Building - Recreation Area

"More hoping for someone. I doubt they'll show up, though," Ashley says, sighing a little.

[UncleWolf]

Dipsnig's Office

While the possible applicants wait for Joachim's arrival, Dipsnig will get another call from the employer's number. apologies, but i won't be able to go through with the plan at the moment. keep the payment as a retainer fee for the future however. i must change my plans.

Outside NO => Main Door

Late in the evening, the deep roar of a powerful engine can be heard getting closer. If anyone investigates, they'll see a rapidly approaching glow of daylight accompanying it.

Finally, a little before a minute passes, the vehicle enters the area and slows to a stop, revealing a heavily armored man sitting on top of a simply gorgeous motorcycle (http://confederate.com/web/r135/r135/r135_files/r135_wraith_combat.jpg). The only differences are that this bike is flat white, and the front end looks like a female angel with her arms and wings outstretched to make the handlebars and legs as the frame and shock system.

The armored man that gets off of the bike is quite a sight himself. He wears a suit of power armor that appears almost like platemail except that all the edges are softened, excess material removed, and form-fitting. The suit is pure white except for a pale blue cross that starts at his neck and ends halfway down his abdomen. A cape of the same color unfurls from his shoulders once he's off the bike, and he takes a moment to equip himself.

He reaches into a container on the side of his steed and pulls out a pair of handles. He flicks his wrists, causing the items to expand to full size. The right one unfolds into a longsword covered in holy etchings and the left reveals itself to be a truly massive tower shield with the same blue cross on it. Both glow faintly, but the glowing stops when he sheathes the sword on his hip and puts the shield on his back.

His helm (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frog-mouth_helm), previously closed, slides open of it's own accord, folding away neatly into his gorget, revealing the man's face and drop-dead beautiful hair.

By the gods...the hair.

Long silky glistening golden locks spill down to his shoulder, framing the face of what has to be a model for propaganda posters. He has flawless tanned skin, bright blue eyes, a slight smile, and one hell of a jawline.

Overall, the man is a little over six feet tall with shoulders as broad as a barn, and a tapered body narrowing at the waist. His arms and legs are long and even under the power armor he appears strong. Not only that, but it appears he's always in sunlight as in a small radius around him, pure daylight shines. On him and the ground he walks on, but nothing else.

With a quick glance around, the Techno-Paladin smiles again, revealing perfect teeth as he steps up to the door and knocks. "I'm here for a license."

[Morty]

[Dipsnig's Office]

Dipsnig scowls.

"Very well. We'll keep the money and wait for further developments."

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Area

Krayger shakes his head. "Sorry, can't help you there. Getting someone to show can be hard, even in worlds where phones exist. I'm sure you'll see 'em eventually."

[Shadowcaller]

Main Door

The door opens as soon as he knocks. Someone must have heard the motorcycle coming. In the doorway stands Dena who immediately wishes she wore something better than a grey long-sleeved sweater and a pair of black slacks.

She gives him a quick inspection, her eyebrow arching as she looks at his face. That was some fancy hair right there. Smiling back she gestures inside, more specifically at the already warmed up cozy armchair by the fireplace. "Of course, make yourself at home. I hope you didn't freeze on your way here. Why the boss wanted NO out here I'll never know." She moves out of the doorway, making sure his wide manly shoulders can squeeze through.

[UncleWolf]

Main Door

The Paladin gives Dena a crooked smile. "Thank you, Milady." He says with all sincerity. "I was quite fine on the ride here, Sheila wasn't bothered either." He adds, nodding towards the motorcycle. At the name, the bike's headlight flares up for a second before dying off again.

"I am Techno-Paladin Aequitus." He tells the drow as he steps inside.

Dipsnig's Office

i apologize for the inconvenience. if i call later with another task, of course it will depend on your approval.

[Morty]

[Dipsnig's Office]

"Right. Until then," Dipsnig says.

[Slii Arhem]

[Tunnels]

"Ew," Rill says, holding one of her rods out in front of her. The disgust is clear in her voice, "I think I can probably destroy it, but I'm not sure I want to try."


Tunnels

"You would prefer living with the knowledge that this sleeps beneath the floorboards of your bedchamber?"

A bit of an exaggeration there, Krait. Rilla's room is way over down that way, on the other side of NO. Besides, it's not like this awful thing could ever hope to squeeze its way free into the main base, right? Krait stabs the monstrosity again, even though his first strike didn't really accomplish much. Hey, if it's working, and nobody's suggesting anything better, why not?

"The voulge contains some magical enchantments. Fire, lightning, and more. I don't believe there's anything meant to help with the smell of giant spit-roasted demon vermin, however."


[Tunnels]

"They're obviously held together by magic," Dipsnig says. "One of the magic-draining explosive bolts might do the trick," he adds, loading said bolts into his crossbow.



The voulge strike causes more of the rats to burst, some like pustules and others simply coming apart like rancid meat, showing various stages of decomposition. Surprisingly, or perhaps not so surprisingly given the deadly virulence of the pile, no insect vermin appear to be present amongst or even near it. Whatever caused their mass death appears to be an effective insecticide as well.

If Dipsnig fires the magic-draining bolt, he'll find the results rather disappointing. The pile of rats was pushed together by sheer force, and is held there by a combination of friction and a rot that fused them into a solid mass of flesh.

However, on a harder to notice level the magic draining bolt would have an effect on the inherently magical nature of the afflictions the rats are spreading. With the energy pulled from the mass of viruses, germs and filth, it would stop its rampant, impossibly fast self-replication and become somewhat stable. Any stabs from then onwards wouldn't yield any more explosive rivers of putrefied flesh and bone.

[Shadowcaller]

Main Door

"And I'm lieutenant Dena Xifhara, nice to meet your acquaintance Aequitus. You must have been the guy on the wall and judging by the other posts, it appears like you're popular already." She remarks. "But please, take a seat, I'll be back with the papers."

[UncleWolf]

Dipsnig's Office

Unless there's something up, Joachim hangs up.

Main Room

The man gives a small bow and takes a seat in the sturdiest chair he can find. As he does so, his cape is drawn back up into his shoulders so he doesn't sit on it.

[Shadowcaller]

Main Room

Dena soon returns with the papers and sits down next to him and leans back, putting one leg over another as she eyes the paladin. "So let's start with your full name shall we? Just procedure."

[Devixer]

Common Building - Recreational Area

Ashley smiles a little. "I suppose so. They might not turn up here, but it'll happen eventually."

[UncleWolf]

Main Room

Aequitus reaches down into a compartment in his leg and pulls out a china teacup, saucer, and a tiny thermos. He'll pour himself a cup of hot tea and takes a sip before answering. "My full name is Techno-Paladin Aequitus." He says with a wry smile before pulling out another delicate cup and offering it to her.

[Shadowcaller]

Main Room

"Right." Dena writes it down and then accepts the cup, placing it on the table while she takes some more notes. "Interesting name, are you named after your function in your society?" She wonders out loud. Kirk's name would be Kirk Slut. :smallamused:

[UncleWolf]

Main Room

The man sips his tea as he considers the question. "Not really. I had another name once, but upon slaying my third Cyber-Drag I was given my current one." He admits. "The first name has no meaning to me anymore, so I've cast it aside."

[GrandDM]

[Street]

On the street just outside the NO office in Inside is a robot. It's projecting a holographic sign that reads:


Why go to NO?
Got a job that needs doing? If NO give you a cheaper quote, I'll beat it by ten percent.

Cheaper price, better service. What's to lose?

Talk to me for more information.

[Gullara]

[Street Outside Inside Office]

The front entrance of the office opens, and a certain well dressed drow strolls outside. He casually approaches the robot.

"Well hello there, tin man. I hear you're offering some kind of bargain out here. And I see your the one to talk to about this, so please, tell me more about it." Kirk says with a perfectly sincere smile.

[GrandDM]

[Street Outside NO]

The front entrance of NO opens, and a certain well dressed drow strolls outside. He casually approaches the robot. (who can't be on a street, by the way, because NO is some ways outside of any city limits on the side of a mountain. There's no doubt a road, though.)

"Well hello there, tin man. I hear you're offering some kind of bargain out here. And I see your the one to talk to about this, so please, tell me more about it." Kirk says with a perfectly sincere smile.

"Firstly, I don't appreciate being insulted. Second, you're an employee of NO. I'm not allowed to talk to you."

[Shadowcaller]

Main Room

"Ha! I'm glad I don't come from a culture who have that practice or I'd be called Dena Umber-slayer or something like that." Dena replies with a chuckle. "But why does a paladin like yourself work want to work as a mercenary?"

[Gullara]

((Edited last post for proper location.))

[Street Outside Inside Office]

"Really now? You're not?" Kirk says. He starts to circle around the robot, looking it up and down, sizing it up.

How is the robot structured? How large is it? Is it armed? Particularly armoured? What is there to it besides that it's a robot?

Despite Kirk's examination, he doesn't seem to have any ill intent, however. At least, not evident in his demeanor. "I can't see the harm. Just because we're apparently part of competing organizations doesn't mean that we can't speak on friendly terms."

[GrandDM]

((Edited last post for proper location.))

[Street Outside Inside Office]

"Really now? You're not?" Kirk says. He starts to circle around the robot, looking it up and down, sizing it up.

How is the robot structured? How large is it? Is it armed? Particularly armoured? What is there to it besides that it's a robot?

Despite Kirk's examination, he doesn't seem to have any ill intent, however. At least, not evident in his demeanor. "I can't see the harm. Just because we're apparently part of competing organizations doesn't mean that we can't speak on friendly terms."

It's about seven feet tall, and mostly covered in a shiny off-white metal. The face is a smooth mask. The few exposed areas around the joints are sheathed in some sort of organic-looking grey substance. There are no visible weapons.

"Not as part of the organisations. I would be willing to converse as an autonomous individual."

[UncleWolf]

Main Room

"If I don't limit myself to one organization, I can do more good. I get to pick and choose what I wish all while having a larger pool of Quests to choose from." Aequitus points out, still sipping his tea.

[Gullara]

It's about seven feet tall, and mostly covered in a shiny off-white metal. The face is a smooth mask. The few exposed areas around the joints are sheathed in some sort of organic-looking grey substance. There are no visible weapons.

"Not as part of the organisations. I would be willing to converse as an autonomous individual."

[Street Outside Inside Office]

"Sure, sure. Well, let's see." Kirk stops in front of the robot again and his eyes drift to the sign it's projecting. "How about we chat about this sign. Man, whoever came up with this tactic? I mean, whoever's in charge of this organization sure is a grade A prick, eh? What do you think? I'm asking you as an autonomous individual, of course." Kirk says in an entirely friendly tone.

[Morty]

[Tunnels]

"We seem to be getting somewhere," Dipsnig says. "We still have a mass of rats to get through, but it seems they won't be spreading so much disease around when we do something with them."

[Shadowcaller]

Main Room

Dena decides to put away the pen for a moment and try a sip herself. "So a lone knight fighting the hordes of darkness. I think I heard that in a fairy tale before, and the guy in the pictures looked just like you. So I suspect you must be some children's book come true. That happens in the nexus you know?" She states with a grin. Of course, Dena's thoughts probably aren't suited for anything children should read.

[UncleWolf]

Main Room

The tea is a light flowery tasting one.

Aequitus gives a wry smile at the story book comments. "Perhaps I did, but it wouldn't be a children's book. See, where I come from, we've lost the fight." He admits with a small sigh, still smiling slightly as he stares into his cup of tea. "There are a couple strongholds left, but overall, the majority of the population has been taken over my The Darker Races and Cyber-Drags. I was sent here due to...reasons."

[Shadowcaller]

Main Room

"Darker races?" Dena asks, "darker races" usually that meant drow among other things but considering he seemed to have an easy time with her, she was guessing no. "And that's sad to hear."

[Morty]

[Base, All Offices and Common Area]

An announcement has been posted in all NO offices the common area, as well as the main base.



ATTENTION, EVERYONE:

NO has signed an exclusive security contract with Trog's Tavern and the Black Dragon's Den. The deal is as follows:

Every NO member or license holder will receive a commission for any heist, robbery or other attack they help to stop.
No negotiating the commission during an attempted attack.
Compensation for NO members who try to stop an attack that ultimately succeeds.
Participating in a robbery of either of the two places is now grounds for revoking the license.

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building - Recreational Area

Ashley smiles a little. "I suppose so. They might not turn up here, but it'll happen eventually."

"Might I ask who it is, if it isn't too private?" he asks.

[Devixer]

Common Building - Recreational Area

"Just a friend," Ashley says. She's lying a little, and Krayger might notice that.

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreational Area

"Alright then. I can tell them you're looking for 'em if you'd like." he says. He gives a friendly smile which only looks a little off due to his bovine features.

[Devixer]

Common Building - Recreational Area

"Sure, if they let you know I'm looking for them," Ashley says.

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Room

Krayger scratches his head a bit. "You've lost me there."

[UncleWolf]

Main Room

"The Shadowling Hordes, The Pale Ones, Chasm Orcs and other similar beings. They united with the Cyber-Dragons to help take down the rest of us." He admits sadly. "I'm going to be staying at Dragon's Den tonight if you'd like me to show the story there. I plan to use it as payment for the back room."

[Shadowcaller]

Main Room

"You're going to pay with a story? That must be something alright, hadn't figured you for a bard as well. Now I just ought to figure out what you're supposed to wear at a storytelling. A schoolgirl uniform?" Age appropiate at least.

[Devixer]

Common Building - Recreation Area

"Sorry, let me reword that." Ashley sighs a little. "Her name's Ally. If you meet her, could you tell her I'm looking for her?"

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Area

"Sure. Human, I assume?" he asks.

[Arkhosia]

Main Room

A half elf wearing a violet trench coat, black skirt, leather boots and gloves walks into the main room. Her emerald green eyes survey the room.
She strolls up to the desk
I would like to get a license.

[UncleWolf]

Main Room

"An evening of entertainment is surely worth the few credits that it'd take to pay for the room." Aequitus suggests. "Though, admittedly, this is a sadder story." He says as he stands and stretches. "Is there anything else you need to know? If not, I can give you a ride over."

[Devixer]

Common Building - Main Room

"Yeah. She has long red hair and hazel eyes, bit shorter than me. Hard to miss her," Ashley says.

[Shadowcaller]

Main Room

"Ha, not really. Can you wait for me to get changed though? Don't want to show up in black dragons den like this." Dena asks.

[GrandDM]

[Street Outside Inside Office]

"Sure, sure. Well, let's see." Kirk stops in front of the robot again and his eyes drift to the sign it's projecting. "How about we chat about this sign. Man, whoever came up with this tactic? I mean, whoever's in charge of this organization sure is a grade A prick, eh? What do you think? I'm asking you as an autonomous individual, of course." Kirk says in an entirely friendly tone.

"All the texts I have access to indicate that lowering your price is the best way to get customers to move to you. I admit that it takes some nerve to station me here with the sign, but it's not like the master is weak enough to be scared of doing so."

[Gullara]

[Street Outside Inside Office]

"Oh you could maybe call him strong or brave for putting you here, but I think I can come up with a few more accurate words." Kirk says, not elaborating but the message should be clear.

"Listen, buddy. Take my advice and get out of here. And when you do, go tell your boss that we don't appreciate his attitude. Got that?" Kirk says, suddenly not so friendly.

[GrandDM]

[Street Outside Inside Office]

"This is a public street. I will do no such thing. Also, your thinly veiled threat has been noted and the concealed security detail is on alert. This is your warning. Action against me will provoke armed response."

[Gullara]

[Street Outside Inside Office]

Kirk shrugs. "Fine. Do what you will. Don't say I didn't warn you." The drow heads back into the office. From inside, he'll observe the robot for a short while to see what it does. If it sticks around, he grabs his phone and makes a call.

[GrandDM]

[Street Outside Inside Office]

It does indeed stay where it is.

[Gullara]

[Street Outside Inside Office]

In that case, a couple hours later, a group of six brutish orks head toward the NO office. they pause to loo at the robot, but continue inside anyway. There's a bit of a ruckus from inside, and it sounds like something gets broken, but soon the orks come outside again.

The group circles around the robot, each at least as tall as it and twice as wide. "You do werk cheaper dan dem." The ork directly in front of the robot speak, pointing at the NO office.

[GrandDM]

[Street Outside NO Office]

"Indeed."

[Gullara]

[Street Outside Inside Office]

"Good." The ork motions to one of his companions. "Hrugknot stomped last grot, so now you new grot." The indicated ork removes his heavy boot to reveal one of the most disgusting feet in the history of the Nexus. "NO says dey clean one foot fer two teef. You do it fer less."

[GrandDM]

[Street Outside Inside Office]

"Certainly."

A small compartment opens in his leg, from which he removes a cloth and some of that disinfectant soap stuff you get in those wall dispensers (can't remember what it's called). He proceeds to clean the foot quickly and effectively, then incinerates the cloth with a blast of flame. He runs the flame over his hands too, which has no appreciable effect beyond the sterilization.

"One tooth, please."

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building - Main Room

"Yeah. She has long red hair and hazel eyes, bit shorter than me. Hard to miss her," Ashley says.

Krayger nods. "Noted. I'll keep an eye out for you."

[Arkhosia]

Valia speaks up.
Um, hello? May I please apply for a liscense?

[Devixer]

Common Building - Recreation Area

"Thanks," Ashley says. "I'll pay you back sometime."

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Area

Don't worry about it, it's no trouble at all. he says, waving a hand. My name is Krayger, by the way. "

[Morty]

Valia speaks up.
Um, hello? May I please apply for a liscense?

The door to the NO base slides open for Valia.

[Arkhosia]

The door to the NO base slides open for Valia.
[Main Room]

(Oops, forgot the location tag. :smallredface: I'll just roll with it.)
Valia walks into the Main Room, her violet trench coat billowing behind her.
Hello, I would like to apply for a license.

[Morty]

[Main Room]

Valia will find a small, brown-skinned goblin sitting in an armchair on the other side of the door, in the main room.

http://i560.photobucket.com/albums/ss47/Michals901/Dipsnig.jpg

"That's fantastic. Take a seat and I'll get you through the formalities."

[Gullara]

[Street Outside Inside Office]

"Certainly."

A small compartment opens in his leg, from which he removes a cloth and some of that disinfectant soap stuff you get in those wall dispensers (can't remember what it's called). He proceeds to clean the foot quickly and effectively, then incinerates the cloth with a blast of flame. He runs the flame over his hands too, which has no appreciable effect beyond the sterilization.

"One tooth, please."

[Street Outside Inside Office]

"Oi! You never did da toenails." He points at the curled talons that pass for toenails. They're curled back on themselves so much that they're poking the toe they came from. No wonder they want this done. "Cuttin' iz cleanin'." They're black underneath they're so dirty.

[GrandDM]

[Street Outside Inside Office]

"My apologies."

With a snick, the robot extends a six-inch blade from its wrist which it uses with great dexterity to cut the toenails neatly. Afterwards it uses the point to pick out all the dirt that's left. It then sterilizes the blade.

[Arkhosia]

[Main Room]

Valia will find a small, brown-skinned goblin sitting in an armchair on the other side of the door, in the main room.

http://i560.photobucket.com/albums/ss47/Michals901/Dipsnig.jpg

"That's fantastic. Take a seat and I'll get you through the formalities."

Valia sits down.

[Morty]

[Main Room]

"Right." The goblin presses a crystal on the armband he wears on his left wrist. It brings up a complicated holographic chart. "I'm Dipsnig Razortooth, the goblin in charge of the whole business. I'm going to need your name and contact information to fill in your license."

[Gullara]

[Street Outside Inside Office]

The orks all examine the foot. Yes, that's much better. Truly an ork foot has scarcely looked better. Hrugknot produces a pointy, yellow tooth and hands it over. And then he goes about removing his second boot. In fact, they all remove their boots. Each foot is as bad as the first cleaned.

[Arkhosia]

[Main Room]

"Right." The goblin presses a crystal on the armband he wears on his left wrist. It brings up a complicated holographic chart. "I'm Dipsnig Razortooth, the goblin in charge of the whole business. I'm going to need your name and contact information to fill in your license."

Valia Dusk. I often reside at Black Dragon Inn.i could try and configure my Pip-Boy to receive messages.

[Morty]

[Main Room]

Dipsnig enters the information into his holographic chart.

"That would be welcome. We do appreciate it when our mercenaries are easy to get a hold of."

[Arkhosia]

[Main Room]

Dipsnig enters the information into his holographic chart.

"That would be welcome. We do appreciate it when our mercenaries are easy to get a hold of."

I'll stop by the nearest electronics shop tomorrow. Any other things you need?

[Morty]

[Main Room]

"Nope, that's it," Dipsnig says, handing Valia a sheet of paper signed by him and bearing the official NO seal. "This is your license. It entitles you to all the benefits we provide and allows the use of our common area in Inside."

[Arkhosia]

[Main Room]

"Nope, that's it," Dipsnig says, handing Valia a sheet of paper signed by him and bearing the official NO seal. "This is your license. It entitles you to all the benefits we provide and allows the use of our common area in Inside."

Thank you sir.
Valia then goes to look at the contracts

[UncleWolf]

Main Room

"Ha, not really. Can you wait for me to get changed though? Don't want to show up in black dragons den like this." Dena asks.

Main Room

"I can wait." Aequitus admits with a smile before he settles back to wait.

[Zefir]

Training Room

Out of no big reason, Fade decided to not go to one of the office. after he arrived in the room, he let his shadow animate. both then drag their sword , facing each other. Both start walking in a circle while the end of the swords touch each other. Suddendly both start to attack their opponent causing the blades to crash against each other in the mid. This fight appears very slow since they allways walk in a circle before making a single attack.

[GrandDM]

[Street Outside Inside Office]

The orks all examine the foot. Yes, that's much better. Truly an ork foot has scarcely looked better. Hrugknot produces a pointy, yellow tooth and hands it over. And then he goes about removing his second boot. In fact, they all remove their boots. Each foot is as bad as the first cleaned.

The robot cleans all the feet quickly and efficiently, collecting payment as he goes. When he's done, he drops the collection of teeth into another compartment that opens up on his leg.

((What did the teeth come from?))

[Gullara]

The robot cleans all the feet quickly and efficiently, collecting payment as he goes. When he's done, he drops the collection of teeth into another compartment that opens up on his leg.

((What did the teeth come from?))

[Street Outside Inside Office]

((Grots! They have a large surplus of grot teeth! Which is, unfortunately, why they need this robot's services. :smalltongue: Why do you ask?))

Sometime during his work, Kirk steps outside again and observes for a moment. He seems amused. Wonder why that is. He sticks his hand in his pocket and pulls out a small camera. he'll snap a couple pictures of the scene and stow it away again. "Business is booming, eh?"

[GrandDM]

[Street Outside Inside Office]

((Grots! They have a large surplus of grot teeth! Which is, unfortunately, why they need this robot's services. :smalltongue: Why do you ask?))

Sometime during his work, Kirk steps outside again and observes for a moment. He seems amused. Wonder why that is. He sticks his hand in his pocket and pulls out a small camera. he'll snap a couple pictures of the scene and stow it away again. "Business is booming, eh?"

He may find that difficult due to the jammer.

"Work is work. Besides, now the master can extract the DNA from the teeth."

[Aric Kale]

Front Door

Here stands Aric, wearing his standard armor, with his shield upon his back and spear in hand. He knocks with his free hand and waits for a response.

[Gullara]

Oops, I hadn't realized it'd be important, so here's a more thorough description of the camera. It looks quite old fashion, not like anything that the jammer would have an effect on. Why Kirk is using such a thing is a mystery (unless you read the OoC thread :smalltongue:).

"Well you have fun with that then." Kirk says as he deposits the camera again. He must have some kind of way of storing larger items in his jacket, because that camera should leave a bulge.

[Morty]

Front Door

Here stands Aric, wearing his standard armor, with his shield upon his back and spear in hand. He knocks with his free hand and waits for a response.

((Is Aric approaching the main base, or one of the offices?))

[Aric Kale]

((Is Aric approaching the main base, or one of the offices?))

)(Main Base, if they can recruit there just as well as an office.
Aric always did prefer a direct approach.)(

[Arkhosia]

Valia enters the job room.

[Morty]

)(Main Base, if they can recruit there just as well as an office.
Aric always did prefer a direct approach.)(

In which case, the main door slides open for him.

((Arkhosia, please use location tags. Also, I don't think there are any publicly-available jobs for NO-licensed mercenaries at the moment.))

[Arkhosia]

In which case, the main door slides open for him.

((Arkhosia, please use location tags. Also, I don't think there are any publicly-available jobs for NO-licensed mercenaries at the moment.))

(Sorry!))
Job Room => Rec Room

Hmm. Nothing available.
Oh well. I guess I can go and socialize with the others or something.
Valia walks to the Rec Room, but may bump into people along the way as she searches for it.

[Aric Kale]

In which case, the main door slides open for him.

Front Door >> Lobby

Aric walks in with a bounce in his step. He looks for a desk clerk, and if he can find one he'll introduce himself and express a desire to join the Org.

[Lord Magtok]

He may find that difficult due to the jammer.

Kirk isn't the only one who might or might not have difficulty with jammers. A passing Magbot goes by, driving a big ol' semi-truck full of packaged limes. For whatever reason, the citrus fruit has always had a strange natural immunity to telewarping, and with the usual telewarp routes down while Magtok installs new telepads across the Nexus, he's had to resort to more conventional means of shipping for MagMart goods headed to Riverside.

The Magbot loses control of the wheel, and starts spasming wildly due to the effects of the jammer. The good news is, he doesn't hit anybody. The bad news? He hits a building, smashing a glass display and nearly demolishing a small local business opposite NO, as well as damaging the back of the truck, causing limes to go spilling out everywhere.

[GrandDM]

Kirk isn't the only one who might or might not have difficulty with jammers. A passing Magbot goes by, driving a big ol' semi-truck full of packaged limes. For whatever reason, the citrus fruit has always had a strange natural immunity to telewarping, and with the usual telewarp routes down while Magtok installs new telepads across the Nexus, he's had to resort to more conventional means of shipping for MagMart goods headed to Riverside.

The Magbot loses control of the wheel, and starts spasming wildly due to the effects of the jammer. The good news is, he doesn't hit anybody. The bad news? He hits a building, smashing a glass display and nearly demolishing a small local business opposite NO, as well as damaging the back of the truck, causing limes to go spilling out everywhere.

The robot immediately sprints over, as well as six more, and together they pull the truck over to the side of the road. The original robot walks over to the Magbot, examines it, shakes its head and will attempt to find an off switch. One fires up a plasma weapon in its wrist and welds the back of the truck together while the other four collect the limes. A seventh robot is watching.

[Lord Magtok]

Streets Beside the NO Office

An off switch? No, I'm afraid there's no such thing. There is, however, a jerky punch thrown in the general direction of Harald's robot. Largely irrelevant, and probably another accident of the spasms, but I can't imagine Harald will fail to note such a thing. Everything else seems to be going smoothly, though.

[Morty]

Front Door >> Lobby

Aric walks in with a bounce in his step. He looks for a desk clerk, and if he can find one he'll introduce himself and express a desire to join the Org.

He'll find Dipsnig in the main room, sitting in an armchair.

"Here for our license, I assume."

[Gullara]

[Streets Beside the NO Office]

Well isn't that interesting. Kirk produces the camera again, even before the truck has crashed in full. Always quick to react this guy. He starts snapping pictures again, of the crash and of the robots helping. What he'll do with the pictures is a mystery, though.

"It's a relief nobody was hurt." The drow comments, moving closer tot he scene. He's not taking any more pictures after taking a bunch before, instead holding the camera loosely at his side.

Meanwhile, the orks whoop and holler, delighting in the crash and only wishing it could have been more destructive. Oh well, they'll take what they can get.

[Aric Kale]

He'll find Dipsnig in the main room, sitting in an armchair.

"Here for our license, I assume."

Aric smiles warmly. Ah, it's a pleasure to see you again. Actually, I would like to be a fully fledged member of NO. With that, he bows to the seated goblin.

[GrandDM]

Streets Beside the NO Office

An off switch? No, I'm afraid there's no such thing. There is, however, a jerky punch thrown in the general direction of Harald's robot. Largely irrelevant, and probably another accident of the spasms, but I can't imagine Harald will fail to note such a thing. Everything else seems to be going smoothly, though.

The original robot leans slightly to avoid the punch, and steps away, going to help its brothers pick up the limes. When Kirk comments, he replies:

"Indeed. If you'll excuse me, I need to clear this mess up."

The watching robot is carefully keeping its face turned away from Kirk.

[Gullara]

[Streets Beside the NO Office]

"Of course, of course. But maybe that's not the best idea. Usually the law enforcement likes to look into these things. Can't have trucks randomly crashing into things when nobody knows why. There's no rush, after all. No one was hurt." Kirk replies casually.

[GrandDM]

[Streets Beside the NO Office]

"Of course, of course. But maybe that's not the best idea. Usually the law enforcement likes to look into these things. Can't have trucks randomly crashing into things when nobody knows why. There's no rush, after all. No one was hurt." Kirk replies casually.

"Oh, but we can't have the road covered in bits of truck and citrus fruit. The way must be open for customers to get to the Nexus' premier heroes-for-hire."

[happyturtle]

Streets Beside NO Office

Speaking of the law... about this time, an Inside Peacekeeper arrives on a motorbike. He's tall and thin, with grey skin, and wearing dark sunglasses. If he's armed, it isn't obvious.

"Peacekeeper Gyps here," he says, showing his badge. "I need to talk to the driver, and any witnesses, please."

[GrandDM]

[Streets Outside Inside Office]

Seven identical robots, seven feet tall and clad in off-white metal, walk up. One steps forward.

"I and my brothers were present. The driver is incapacitated."

He indicates the twitching Magbot.

[Morty]

Aric smiles warmly. Ah, it's a pleasure to see you again. Actually, I would like to be a fully fledged member of NO. With that, he bows to the seated goblin.

"As I told you on the party, you'll need some proof of your capability," Dipsnig responds, motioning to an armchair in front of him. "You can take a license and do some mercenary work, unless of course you have some sort of proof right now, or an idea about how to obtain it. We're nothing if not flexible."

[Deathkeeper]

(Sorry!))
Job Room => Rec Room

Hmm. Nothing available.
Oh well. I guess I can go and socialize with the others or something.
Valia walks to the Rec Room, but may bump into people along the way as she searches for it.

Krayger and Ashley are presumably still there when she enters.

[Arkhosia]

Krayger and Ashley are presumably still there when she enters.

Valia waves to them.
Hello there! I'm Valia. New part-time member.

[Gullara]

((I'm still in this scene, GrandDM. Please respect posting order.))

[Streets Beside NO Office]

Well, looks like Kirk needs to cancel his plans for the afternoon at this rate. "Afternoon, Peacekeeper. I wasn't planning on leaving. Take your time."

Kirk takes out his phone to shoot Dena a text... Huh, dead. Okay then, he puts that away and produces a second phone... Well then. A third phone (he has too many phones), and still nothing. He glances at the Magbot, entirely robotic, and then back at his phone.

"I imagine that it's relevant that none of my electronics are working." He says, looking at Gyps. Kirk will let the peacekeeper ask more if he wants to go into that right now.


And of course watch with some interest. Hey, maybe there'll be a brawl. they'd be so in on that.

[Deathkeeper]

Recreation Room

"Krayger. Nice to meet you." says the minotaur.

[happyturtle]

Streets Beside NO Office

Gyps takes out his tablet to take notes, and frowns at it. Luckily, he has a pen and paper as well. "My tech isn't working either, and I'll presume that's what's wrong with the Magbot. How are you and your brothers not affected? And can I get names for everyone please?"

Oh gods... his breath... It's horrible! It smells like rotten meat.

Then again, robots might not have a sense of smell, or might not perceive it as an unpleasant odour.

[Aric Kale]

"As I told you on the party, you'll need some proof of your capability," Dipsnig responds, motioning to an armchair in front of him. "You can take a license and do some mercenary work, unless of course you have some sort of proof right now, or an idea about how to obtain it. We're nothing if not flexible."

Aric takes the proffered seat, still seemingly at ease, while maintaining a professional air.
Sir, what sort of evidence are you looking for?

[Shadowcaller]

Streets Beside NO Office

Suddenly a little voice comes from the inside of Kirk's camera. "Oh phew. Permission for air, boss? The fact I'm physically incapable of breathing should empathize just how bad this guy's breath smells." Oh uh. "Seriously, he'd have a promising career down there if he ever quits his current job."

Kirk might be able to shut up the imp before he finishes his little rant though, Dena have mentioned that giving the camera a good smack should be enough.

[Morty]

Aric takes the proffered seat, still seemingly at ease, while maintaining a professional air.
Sir, what sort of evidence are you looking for?

"Like I said before, I need something that would tell me NO could benefit from having you onboard," Dipsnig says. "Whether it's a well-executed job or some other accomplishment doesn't matter much. What counts are results."

[Arkhosia]

Recreation Room

"Krayger. Nice to meet you." says the minotaur.

Hello Krayger. So, what do you specialize in?

[Devixer]

Common Building - Recreation Area

Ashley doesn't talk to the new person, withdrawing a little.

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Room

"Delving, making things dead, and engineering. No one ever hires me for that, though." he says.

[Arkhosia]

Common Building- Recreation Room

"Delving, making things dead, and engineering. No one ever hires me for that, though." he says.

Sniper. I specialize when it comes to highly armored targets thanks to Ebony here.
Valia shows him the Anti-Materiel Rifle on her back.
comes with Explosive rounds, too.

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Room

"Uh, that sounds nice. Although NO never puts out contracts for killing people, and rarely things. You might not have an abundance of offers."

[Aric Kale]

"Like I said before, I need something that would tell me NO could benefit from having you onboard," Dipsnig says. "Whether it's a well-executed job or some other accomplishment doesn't matter much. What counts are results."

I successfully planted and led a small village for three years before...moving on.
Though if that's not concrete enough I could perform a task for NO, if you'd like.

[Arkhosia]

Common Building- Recreation Room

"Uh, that sounds nice. Although NO never puts out contracts for killing people, and rarely things. You might not have an abundance of offers."

Yes, but I'm sure it has contracts for bodyguards and other related jobs too.

[Morty]

I successfully planted and led a small village for three years before...moving on.
Though if that's not concrete enough I could perform a task for NO, if you'd like.

Dipsnig shrugs.

"If you could provide me with some sort of proof about your experience and accomplishments with that village that apply to mercenary work, it might be acceptable. Otherwise, I can try to find something for you to do."

[Aric Kale]

Dipsnig shrugs.

"If you could provide me with some sort of proof about your experience and accomplishments with that village that apply to mercenary work, it might be acceptable. Otherwise, I can try to find something for you to do."

Aric reaches into a pocket and pulls out a small, leather-bound journal. This book has been waterlogged, heated and abused to the point of making the pages rather brittle and warped, but it is still readable. It covers the three years, the questions he was asked, how he dealt with him. All of the troubles and achievements of the villagers. But about halfway through the diary...it cuts off.I don't know if this will suffice, but it's worth a shot.

[GrandDM]

[Street Outside Inside Office]

((What posting order?!))

"I do not know why we are not affected. As for names... I am unit Alpha-seven-five-nine-two-two. My brothers are Beta-nine-nine-three-five-seven-six-eight through Beta-nine-nine-three-five-seven-seven-three."

[Lord Magtok]

Streets Outside NO's Inside Offce

The Magbot continues to spasm. The truck's headlights flicker on and off, and the engine rumbles every now and then, even though it's not going anywhere. Not much else to say here, though. Feel free to skip/godmod them until something happens to change the situation.

[Gullara]

[Street Outside Inside Office]

((If you post twice before someone else in the same scene has posted once, you're breaking posting order. That's all there is to it.))

Kirk wrinkles his nose, but certainly doesn't intend to make a comment. Of course, that damnable imp takes care of that for him. Kirk gives the camera a little shake to shut the imp up before stowing it away again. "Sorry about that. Kirk Locke is the name. Lieutenant of NO."

[happyturtle]

Street by Inside NO Office

"Right. Let me just take down names..." he says, scribbling down notes, and grumbling about how ten syllable names are horrendously unfair. "I'm going to track the edges of this jammer field. Everyone stay put."

Assuming no one stops him, and everyone stays put, Peacekeeper Gyps will walk around with his tablet until he finds the point where his computer starts working again. He marks the street and sidewalk with chalk to delineate the field. If he's allowed to continue uninterrupted, he should have a good idea of where the centre of the field is. That might point out the robot responsible.

[Morty]

Aric reaches into a pocket and pulls out a small, leather-bound journal. This book has been waterlogged, heated and abused to the point of making the pages rather brittle and warped, but it is still readable. It covers the three years, the questions he was asked, how he dealt with him. All of the troubles and achievements of the villagers. But about halfway through the diary...it cuts off.I don't know if this will suffice, but it's worth a shot.

"Looks like you did keep the village together for three years," Dipsnig says, reading through the journal. "That takes a good head. Why did you quit the job?"

[Deathkeeper]

Yes, but I'm sure it has contracts for bodyguards and other related jobs too.

Common Building- Recreation Area

"Sure, but not many jobs require that kind of firepower. NO doesn't often like messy kills."

[Arkhosia]

Common Building- Recreation Area

"Sure, but not many jobs require that kind of firepower. NO doesn't often like messy kills."

Oh please, I'm not limited to explosive rounds. Armor piercing, incendiary, flechette, regular...
She lists of various ammo types.
And the gun is really just a better-made sniper rifle.

[DJ Yung Crunk]

[Common Building- Recreation Area]

((Yeah, I'm just going to go for it))

Lovejoy, looking out of breath and haggard, splay footedly waddles around the recreation area in dizzying lines, stopping every few paces or so to lean against something and catch his breath. Finally he waddles between Krayger and Valia and settles there, wiping sweat from his forehead.

Without looking to either of him he speaks, his words paced by his heaving breathing. "We're friends, we're talking, we're being jovial." He darts his gaze around the room rapidly as if looking for someone. Satisfied, by apprehensive he looks between the two. Lovejoy spies Valia's rifle and mutters under his breath "No taste at all"

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Area

"Uh, you okay, kid?" asks the minotaur. His weapons are all stowed in his satchel.

[Aric Kale]

"Looks like you did keep the village together for three years," Dipsnig says, reading through the journal. "That takes a good head. Why did you quit the job?"

Aric winces, Well, my village had one, important artifact. We were very secluded in the woodlands and thought nobody knew about it. One man did, however.
In the middle of the night, Zane Darkstar burned down the entire village, stole Thorinsgaet and left me, the only living soul in the wreckage.
I now have a dagger which is infused with fearblaze, taken from the flames eating the village apart. At this he taps a sheathed foot-long blade at his side. Murynstil stays pearlescent no matter what it has absorbed, but after soaking in the dark fire, it has turned black.

[DJ Yung Crunk]

Common Building- Recreation Area

"Uh, you okay, kid?" asks the minotaur. His weapons are all stowed in his satchel.

[Common Building- Recreation Area]

Lovejoy sizes up the Minotaur. Nope, still not used to seeing stuff like that. "Yes, everything is peachy. Copacetic. Kosher. I merely have the lung capacity of an asthmatic five year old, it's very troubling." Lovejoy chuckles nervously at his own joke.

[Morty]

Aric winces, Well, my village had one, important artifact. We were very secluded in the woodlands and thought nobody knew about it. One man did, however.
In the middle of the night, Zane Darkstar burned down the entire village, stole Thorinsgaet and left me, the only living soul in the wreckage.
I now have a dagger which is infused with fearblaze, taken from the flames eating the village apart. At this he taps a sheathed foot-long blade at his side. Murynstil stays pearlescent no matter what it has absorbed, but after soaking in the dark fire, it has turned black.

"Zane... I think I met him. An employer of ours hired him and some other idiot as well. They got themselves killed by the goblins of Underside, somehow. How did you survive his fire?" Dipsnig asks.

[Deathkeeper]

Recreation Room

Krayger crosses his arms over his bare chest. "Alright, kid, who's on your tail?"
I mean really, the human's making it rather obvious.

[DJ Yung Crunk]

[Common Building - Recreation Area]

"Hey now..." Lovejoy responds with a chuckle, a goofy grin painted across his jagged face "...Don't brag, we can't all have tails" Lovejoy playfully nudges the minotaur. Here's hoping the minotaur is distracted enough by his quick wit that he doesn't pry any further. He takes another scan of the room.

[Deathkeeper]

Recreation Room

"Our tails haven't done anything since pants were invented, and you're likely into some pretty weird stuff if you find one handsome, human. Also, you're bad at stalling." he says with a knowing smile.

[DJ Yung Crunk]

[Common Building - Recreation Area]

"Well comedy is subjective, apparently" Lovejoy nervously clears his throat and almost chokes. Now what was it you asked me, again?"

[Arkhosia]

[Common Building - Recreation Area]

"Well comedy is subjective, apparently" Lovejoy nervously clears his throat and almost chokes. Now what was it you asked me, again?"

What your running from.
Valia says, leaning on a table.
Come on it's obvious. The way you're talking, the constant glances... Spill the beans kid, so to speak.

[Aric Kale]

"Zane... I think I met him. An employer of ours hired him and some other idiot as well. They got themselves killed by the goblins of Underside, somehow. How did you survive his fire?" Dipsnig asks.

Good riddance to bad rubbish... He mutters, I'm not fully sure. I had my shield, which blocked most attacks, but for the most part it didn't seem like he even tried. I couldn't get past the inferno around him, and he had no desire to close the gap. That was two years ago, I believe.

[DJ Yung Crunk]

What your running from.
Valia says, leaning on a table.
Come on it's obvious. The way you're talking, the constant glances... Spill the beans kid, so to speak.

[Common Building - Recreation Area]

"What's wrong with the way I talk!?" Lovejoy acts indignant. "If you must know I had a bit of a run in with security. As it turns out they're not receptive to criticism about their uniform. Mocha brown? I mean, I know you don't have to look at it all the time but fellas, spare a thought for the rest of us, eh? Am I right?" Lovejoy raises his hand, hoping for a high five, but not really expecting it.

With no high five received he stuffs his hand back into his pocket "On an unrelated topic, I don't suppose you fine folks would mind directing me to file storage? I want my name redacted from all the complaints about security uniform, lest my head be redacted from the rest of my body" Lovejoy laughs again, apparently extremely pleased with that last joke.

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Area

"And just what, should I ask, is the problem with brown?" says Krayger, whose coat is the color being referred to.

[DJ Yung Crunk]

[Common Building - Recreation Area]

"Nothing. Not with a rich, bold brown such as you are demonstrating. But mocha brown? It's passe, it's tepid, it's weak. It's a quitter's brown. Does this organisation want to imply it employs quitters?" Lovejoy nervously wrings his hands together, the last thing he wants to do is offend a minotaur. "Now about that archive?"

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Area

Krayger shrugs. "I doubt there even is one. If it is, it's a member-only building. Not us license-holders."

[DJ Yung Crunk]

[Common Building - Recreation Area]

"Don't worry about it" Lovejoy winks at the minotaur. No one mentioned anything about an influx of new files? Ever stumbled upon a flock of manilla folders? Curious paper planes? Anything will do, really."

[GrandDM]

Street by Inside NO Office

"Right. Let me just take down names..." he says, scribbling down notes, and grumbling about how ten syllable names are horrendously unfair. "I'm going to track the edges of this jammer field. Everyone stay put."

Assuming no one stops him, and everyone stays put, Peacekeeper Gyps will walk around with his tablet until he finds the point where his computer starts working again. He marks the street and sidewalk with chalk to delineate the field. If he's allowed to continue uninterrupted, he should have a good idea of where the centre of the field is. That might point out the robot responsible.

((Not actually sure who's in this scene any more. It's all gone complicated. I think it's 'Tok, Ghul and HT, but please correct me if I'm wrong.))

The Peacekeeper will find that the sphere does not, in fact, emanate from a robot. It's coming from under a manhole cover in the middle of the road.

On the horizon, a craft appears. It arrives very rapidly, and lands smoothly. Harald drops out of the pilot's seat.

"Units, synch please."

Seven holoscreens pop up around him. Each one has a video box and a lot of code streaming. He pulls up an eighth box and rewinds all of them to the time of the incident, examining each box in turn.

"Hmm. Interesting. Oh, to answer your earlier question, Peacekeeper, I equip all my robots with advanced shielding. There's not a jammer in the Nexus that can knock them out. Even the big ones will only cause a bit of a headache. Now, then... Mastermind, collate with nanobot and satellite data over the timeframe."

Two more panels pop up, and they all merge into one. Harald examines it closely,fingers dancing across the panel.

[Zefir]

Main room

After Fade is done with his training he returns here. Looking for any kind oft interaction there might be.

[Gullara]

[Street by Inside NO Office]

Kirk stays put as requested, watching the Peacekeeper work. When Harald suddenly shows up, the drow raises an eyebrow at him, but doesn't comment verbally.

[happyturtle]

Street by Inside NO Office

Presumably Peacekeeper Gyps has found the jammer under the manhole cover by the time Harald arrives. He'll look for a way to turn it off, but if that doesn't work, he'll try to break it by smashing a rock against it. If that doesn't stop the jammer, then he'll give up for now.

Whether he gets the jammer shut down or not, he stands up and approaches Harald. "I take it these are your robots. I appreciate your desire to drum up new business at your competitor's expense, but I'm going to have to ask you to take your demonstrations to the end of the street. It's too disruptive otherwise." He points to an intersection about 50 metres down the road. Still close enough for people approaching NO to see the robots, but not immediately in their pathway.

[Morty]

Good riddance to bad rubbish... He mutters, I'm not fully sure. I had my shield, which blocked most attacks, but for the most part it didn't seem like he even tried. I couldn't get past the inferno around him, and he had no desire to close the gap. That was two years ago, I believe.

"Hmm." Dipsnig taps his fang. "Still not bad, given what I've heard about that guy's fire. I think you might have what it takes to be an NO member. A probationary one at first, of course."

[Aric Kale]

"Hmm." Dipsnig taps his fang. "Still not bad, given what I've heard about that guy's fire. I think you might have what it takes to be an NO member. A probationary one at first, of course."

Aric nods, smiling. Thank you, sir. Is there any paperwork I need to sign? A gauntlet I have to run?

[Lord Magtok]

Tunnels Under NO

Okay, so apparently it's my turn in this? Alright then, my bad. Krait stops everything he's doing, and grips one of the jawbones dangling from his polearm. It starts to glow ominously with magical energy, a faint blue filling the air around our favorite kobold.

"Commander and her goblin are advised to step back. No questions, takes too long to explain magicks involved. All will be clear in moment."

He takes a step to one side, leaving a curious sort of translucent afterimage where he was previously standing. Both him and the afterimage begin stabbing away at the abomination with their pointy polearms, attempting to clear away space for a third, fourth, and maybe even a fifth magical Krait afterimage to join in the rat-monster mutilating fun.

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Area

"Nope, nope, and nope. Only files I've ever seen was the front desk. " he says, ignoring the awkward wink.

[DJ Yung Crunk]

[Common Building - Recreation Area]

"That's okay, I won't hold it against you. Tell you what! Maybe the front desk knows, be a doll and go ask 'em for me, eh?"

[Morty]

Aric nods, smiling. Thank you, sir. Is there any paperwork I need to sign? A gauntlet I have to run?

"Not really. I'll add you to the list of members," Dipsnig says, pulling up his holographic database from his armband. "If you finish a job, drum us up a new one or do something else that helps us, you'll stop being a probationary member. You'll get access to the armoury and the treasury."

[Aric Kale]

"Not really. I'll add you to the list of members," Dipsnig says, pulling up his holographic database from his armband. "If you finish a job, drum us up a new one or do something else that helps us, you'll stop being a probationary member. You'll get access to the armoury and the treasury."

Sounds fair. Are there any jobs currently on the list? Or shall I be on my way?

[Morty]

[Main Room]

"We're a bit dry on jobs right now," Dipsnig says. "You can always keep yourself busy looking after our licensed mercenaries and facilities."

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Area

"Sorry, kid, but I'm not risking my job for you, especially when the only consequences for you are getting tossed out of the building. Seriously, just hop out the window and you don't have any problems."

[Aric Kale]

[Main Room]

"We're a bit dry on jobs right now," Dipsnig says. "You can always keep yourself busy looking after our licensed mercenaries and facilities."

Looking after? I'm not sure I understand.

I'm actually having difficulty interpreting exactly what you mean. There are multiple ways to read it, and a few make more sense than others.

[GrandDM]

Street by Inside NO Office

Presumably Peacekeeper Gyps has found the jammer under the manhole cover by the time Harald arrives. He'll look for a way to turn it off, but if that doesn't work, he'll try to break it by smashing a rock against it. If that doesn't stop the jammer, then he'll give up for now.

Whether he gets the jammer shut down or not, he stands up and approaches Harald. "I take it these are your robots. I appreciate your desire to drum up new business at your competitor's expense, but I'm going to have to ask you to take your demonstrations to the end of the street. It's too disruptive otherwise." He points to an intersection about 50 metres down the road. Still close enough for people approaching NO to see the robots, but not immediately in their pathway.

It has no obvious switch or hatch, and the rock barely scratches it.

"Units, you heard him. I want one of you at every entrance onto this road."

The robots march off. Harald walks over to the jammer and examines it closely. He pulls up a holoscreen with a CGI of a golden head on it, and says to it:

"Scan please."

A line of golden light runs from the head's eyes across the casing, then the Peacekeeper's hand.

"The only prints on it are the Peacekeeper's, I'm afraid, and they're fresh. No clues."

[Morty]

Looking after? I'm not sure I understand.

I'm actually having difficulty interpreting exactly what you mean. There are multiple ways to read it, and a few make more sense than others.

"Make sure the mercenaries are behaving themselves and there's no trouble in our offices, pretty much," Dipsnig says. "Oh, and then there's our new security contract with Trog's and the Black Dragon's Den.

[Gullara]

[Street by Inside NO Office]

"Right then. If you don't need anything else, Peacekeeper, I'm going to head back inside." And if there's no protest to that, Kirk tips his hat to Gyps and does just that.

[Arkhosia]

Valia looks at Lovejoy quizzically.
Are you sure you're even allowed back here?

[happyturtle]

Streets by Inside NO Office

"No, Sir. You can demonstrate there," he points to where he did before. "And there," Gyps points to another intersection in the other direction, which is a similar distance away. "It is not permitted to put public buildings under siege, however figuratively."

He looks at the problematic jammer, then over to the spasming Magbot, and decides to solve the immediate problem by carrying the jammer down the sidewalk until the Magbot is no longer within range. That's not a permanent solution, since now the people down the street are now having problems with their telephones. But probably most of those people aren't robots, and he figure out a permanent solution once he's got the Magbot operational.

Unless anyone prevents him doing any of this, he walks back from where he left the jammer and approaches the Magbot. "Mr Magbot? Are you back to normal?"

[Lord Magtok]

Streets by Inside NO Office

"For the time being, officer. Are the limes alright?" The Magbot asks, hoping there hasn't been too much in the way of damages to its truck and shipment.

[Arkhosia]

Streets Outside NO

[Street by Inside NO Office]

"Right then. If you don't need anything else, Peacekeeper, I'm going to head back inside." And if there's no protest to that, Kirk tips his hat to Gyps and does just that.


Streets by Inside NO Office

"For the time being, officer. Are the limes alright?" The Magbot asks, hoping there hasn't been too much in the way of damages to its truck and shipment.

A young drow running down the street with a look of joy on her face in leather armor and a crimson cloak comes flying around a corner, tripping over a lime if the shipment got spilled or something else of not and falling to the ground, possibly landing near Kirk.
Ow...

[GrandDM]

[Streets Outside NO]

All the limes were picked up by Harald's robots and put back into the truck.

"If I may, I'd like to take a look at that jammer, Peacekeeper."

[happyturtle]

Streets Near NO

"Mr Harald, I'm afraid the jammer is evidence in a motor vehicular accident investigation, so I must object," Gyps says. "Mr Magbot, the limes have been recovered, but I'm not sure how much damage your truck has taken. I suspect the limes will need to be washed before going to market." Then he addresses the drow. "Ma'am, please slow to a walk. I don't want you to hurt yourself." She won't find Kirk, as he's already inside. But she might notice that Gyps has horrible breath that smells of rotted meat.

[GrandDM]

[Streets Outside NO]

"I ask only because I think I recognise it. It looks like a Mark I jammer, a model I scrapped decades ago because it was far too blunt and inefficient. I thought I'd recycled them all. If that is a Mark I, it means that there's a considerable breach in my security, and given some of the stuff I've got lying around..."

[Arkhosia]

Streets Near NO

"Mr Harald, I'm afraid the jammer is evidence in a motor vehicular accident investigation, so I must object," Gyps says. "Mr Magbot, the limes have been recovered, but I'm not sure how much damage your truck has taken. I suspect the limes will need to be washed before going to market." Then he addresses the drow. "Ma'am, please slow to a walk. I don't want you to hurt yourself." She won't find Kirk, as he's already inside. But she might notice that Gyps has horrible breath that smells of rotted meat.

Sorry sir! Won't happen again! Do you happen to know where GLoG is?

[Lord Magtok]

Streets Near NO

"He's a worse liar than my employer was after six shots of whiskey and the undivided attention of three female bipeds of legal breeding age, officer." The Magbot comments, tending to its truck and shipment as it observes the proceedings.

[happyturtle]

Streets Near NO

"Ma'am, go south three blocks, and east two, and you'll find a Riftline station that will take you to GLoG." Peacekeeper Gyps says. "Sir, if it's your design, please tell me how to disable it." The Magbot's snarky comment gets no reply, since Peacekeeper Gyps isn't the snarky type.

[Arkhosia]

Streets Near NO

"Ma'am, go south three blocks, and east two, and you'll find a Riftline station that will take you to GLoG." Peacekeeper Gyps says. "Sir, if it's your design, please tell me how to disable it." The Magbot's snarky comment gets no reply, since Peacekeeper Gyps isn't the snarky type.

Thank you sir!
Xenna runs off

[Zefir]

[Main Room]

Fade heads out again, even thought he still got seriouse wounds.

"I go for the Den." he says before leaving and heading into that direction if not stoped.

[Aric Kale]

"Make sure the mercenaries are behaving themselves and there's no trouble in our offices, pretty much," Dipsnig says. "Oh, and then there's our new security contract with Trog's and the Black Dragon's Den.

Ah, he smiles, I understand. If you'd like, I can station myself at either the Tavern or the Inn. Or I can I stay here and keep an eye out on the more rambunctious license holders. Whatever you prefer, sir.

[GrandDM]

[Streets Outside NO]

"May I?"

Unless stopped, he'll take the jammer (after pulling on some rubber gloves to make sure no fingerprints get on it) and examine it closely.

"Let's see..."

He reaches into his left pocket, frowns, and, putting the jammer under his arm, grabs hold of the pocket and pulls it all the way up to his shoulder.

"There it is."

He pulls out a strange tool, which he presses a button on. The end glows gold and he slices the jammer open easily. A mess of circuitry spills out which he rapidly sorts through.

"This is the tracker... disabled, I notice, expertly done too... and here we have the power supply. Old model, a bit radioactive, so I'll get that out of here as fast as I can."

He pulls out a fist-sized orb that glows gently and tosses it behind him, where an arm extends from the bowels of his ship and catches it. The jammer is now disabled. He pockets the tracker.

"Anything else? I'd like to get back to my lab and see what I can get out of the tracker. It might still have some data on it."

[happyturtle]

Outside NO


[Streets Outside NO]

"May I?"

Unless stopped...

Actually, Peacekeeper Gyps will try to stop him before he gets beyond this point. "Please, Sir, don't tamper with the evidence. If you can tell me how to disable it, I'll do that myself. Otherwise, I'll need to call in help."

[GrandDM]

Outside NO
Actually, Peacekeeper Gyps will try to stop him before he gets beyond this point. "Please, Sir, don't tamper with the evidence. If you can tell me how to disable it, I'll do that myself. Otherwise, I'll need to call in help."

"Well, unless you have a cutter keyed to the atomic structure of this alloy - which you don't - it will take you a long time to get in. When you do, you'll activate the security measures unless you have the right signal broadcasting - which you don't - and even then the data will be useless unless you can break my encryption - which you can't - you don't have a chance. In short, I'm the only way you're getting into it."

[happyturtle]

Outside NO

"If that's true, then you're the only one who could have planted it here. Is this a confession?" Gyps asks mildly.

((Please keep in mind that even if they decide Harald is guilty, he'll only get a warning and a fine at most. :smallsmile:))

[Morty]

Ah, he smiles, I understand. If you'd like, I can station myself at either the Tavern or the Inn. Or I can I stay here and keep an eye out on the more rambunctious license holders. Whatever you prefer, sir.

"I'll leave it to your initiative. License holders don't have access to this base, though," Dipsnig clarifies.

[Lord Magtok]

Outside NO

"I was mistaken. My employer after nine shots of whiskey, and one of those three women has cat ears." The Magbot snarks, watching Harald dig himself an even deeper hole than he started with.

[Shadowcaller]

[Entering NO Main building]

Assuming the door opens for her, Cessie Mithar steps inside NO for the first time in her life, quickly followed by Garn who looks suspiciously at their surroundings. Looks like she have business here.

[Aric Kale]

"I'll leave it to your initiative. License holders don't have access to this base, though," Dipsnig clarifies.

That makes sense. Well, I will wait in the Inn. I've heard that it attracts a seedier crowd than Trog's, so more trouble is likely to be caused. Of course, that might change if they know NO is providing extra security...
Still, to The BDD I go. Thank you very much, Dipsnig Razortooth. With that, he bows, and unless the goblin offers any more words, he will head towards the Inn.

[GrandDM]

[Streets Outside NO]

"Not necessarily. They were designed as single-use jammers, to be activated by a specific signal and then dropped in by air to disrupt electronics. Someone could easily have picked one up and replaced it with a fake, and I'd never know. They don't report back."

The Magbot's comments receive no response, but there are slight indications in his manner that he's taking notes of what's said.

((Harald actually didn't plant the jammer; I'm setting this up to lead into the rogue-agent style plot I have planned.))

[happyturtle]

Streets Outside NO

"Mr Magbot, do you need me to call a tow truck?" Gyps offers solicitously. He thinks it'd be best to separate him and Harald. Then back to Harald. "Mr Harald, I must insist you not drop jammers over the city. It could cause a great number of deaths simply from the failure of life support equipment."

About this time, an unmarked car arrives - clearly a Peacekeeper out of uniform. The orc woman goes to the boot of her car and takes out a large box, heavily lined with lead.

"Hi Mary! Thanks for coming," he calls out to her, and gives her a wave. "Afternoon, Lamar," she replies. Assuming no one tries to stop her, she locates the jammer, drops it into her box, and closes it, and then uses her phone as a check to see if the jammer's signal is blocked.

[Morty]

[Entering NO Main building]

Assuming the door opens for her, Cessie Mithar steps inside NO for the first time in her life, quickly followed by Garn who looks suspiciously at their surroundings. Looks like she have business here.

The door slides open for Cessie, revealing the Main Room and Dipsnig himself sitting in an armchair, like he always does when meeting potential employers.

[GrandDM]

Streets Outside NO

"Mr Magbot, do you need me to call a tow truck?" Gyps offers solicitously. He thinks it'd be best to separate him and Harald. Then back to Harald. "Mr Harald, I must insist you not drop jammers over the city. It could cause a great number of deaths simply from the failure of life support equipment."

About this time, an unmarked car arrives - clearly a Peacekeeper out of uniform. The orc woman goes to the boot of her car and takes out a large box, heavily lined with lead.

"Hi Mary! Thanks for coming," he calls out to her, and gives her a wave. "Afternoon, Lamar," she replies. Assuming no one tries to stop her, she locates the jammer, drops it into her box, and closes it, and then uses her phone as a check to see if the jammer's signal is blocked.

"I didn't drop it, and as I said, that model was discontinued years ago. Plus, it was underground, which suggests that someone covertly put it there."

The lead has no effect on the jammer.

"If you let me at the thing for ten seconds, I can disable it for you and send the onboard data to that phone."

[Lord Magtok]

Streets Outside NO

"No officer, arrangements have already been made. Best of luck in your pursuit of justice. I'm sure Harald is entirely innocent and definitely didn't plant a jammer of his own design just below his business rival's building to interfere with their ability to compete against him. What motive could he possibly have for that?"

Magtok, and by his extension, his minions, still seem a little bitter after that exchange in the MagCave. It's unlikely this was an attempt at sabotaging them, as MagTruck transportation routes aren't so easy to steal that such a thing would've gone unnoticed, but if there's a chance to twist the knife, they seem more than willing to take it.

"To use your own words from the discussion in the MagCave, my master has asked me to warn you 'that in future you watch your tongue when talking to powerful individuals', Harald. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, Overlord of the Galaxy."

And with that, it's off, the entire MagTruck lumbering into a portal generated just a foot in front of it.

[happyturtle]

Streets Near NO's Inside Office

"No, Sir, but you did say you designed them to be dropped in by air. That might be considered an act of war, or at least a breach of the peace, and I highly recommend you don't do it," Peacekeeper Gyps says, in an apologetic tone. He cheerfully waves goodbye to the Magbot.

The other Peacekeeper removes the jammer from the lead box. "Go ahead and turn it off, but we'll still have to take it with us," she says.

[GrandDM]

Streets Outside NO

"No officer, arrangements have already been made. Best of luck in your pursuit of justice. I'm sure Harald is entirely innocent and definitely didn't plant a jammer of his own design just below his business rival's building to interfere with their ability to compete against him. What motive could he possibly have for that?"

Magtok, and by his extension, his minions, still seem a little bitter after that exchange in the MagCave. It's unlikely this was an attempt at sabotaging them, as MagTruck transportation routes aren't so easy to steal that such a thing would've gone unnoticed, but if there's a chance to twist the knife, they seem more than willing to take it.

"To use your own words from the discussion in the MagCave, my master has asked me to warn you 'that in future you watch your tongue when talking to powerful individuals', Harald. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, Overlord of the Galaxy."

And with that, it's off, the entire MagTruck lumbering into a portal generated just a foot in front of it.

Depending on how good any sensors trained on it are, they might notice a small swarm of nanites entering the portal by means of sitting on the truck. If they enter undetected, they'll stay on the truck until it reaches the MagCave and then attempt to spread out through it. If successful, they'll start collecting data, and one nanite will leave periodically to upload all the information to Harald.

If discovered, they all promptly disintegrate, leaving no recognizable remains nor any indication of who they came from (although Magtok will probably guess.)


Streets Near NO's Inside Office

"No, Sir, but you did say you designed them to be dropped in by air. That might be considered an act of war, or at least a breach of the peace, and I highly recommend you don't do it," Peacekeeper Gyps says, in an apologetic tone. He cheerfully waves goodbye to the Magbot.

The other Peacekeeper removes the jammer from the lead box. "Go ahead and turn it off, but we'll still have to take it with us," she says.

Harald takes the jammer (after pulling on some rubber gloves to make sure no fingerprints get on it) and examine it closely.

"Let's see..."

He reaches into his left pocket, frowns, and, putting the jammer under his arm, grabs hold of the pocket and pulls it all the way up to his shoulder.

"There it is."

He pulls out a strange tool, which he presses a button on. The end glows gold and he slices the jammer open easily. A mess of circuitry spills out which he rapidly sorts through.

"This is the tracker... disabled, I notice, expertly done too... and here we have the power supply. Old model, a bit radioactive, so I'll get that out of here as fast as I can."

He pulls out a fist-sized orb that glows gently and tosses it behind him, where an arm extends from the bowels of his ship and catches it. The jammer is now disabled. He pulls another tool from his pocket and opens the tracker up, extracting a tiny chip, barely a tenth of a millimeter across, with a pair of ultra-fine tweezers.

There's a beep from a holoscreen that pops up next to him. He hits a couple of buttons and a full copy of the data arrives in the aforementioned Peacekeeper's phone.

"Anything else? I'd like to get back to my lab and see what I can get out of the data."

[Lord Magtok]

Leaving the Streets Near NO's Inside Office

The nanites weren't registered for this tele-jaunt, and not recognized as a part of the cargo being brought along, so unfortunately for them, they won't be joining the truck, even if they are clinging to it. They're liable to crushed between the truck and the impassable portal, or simply swept right out of the way.

[happyturtle]

Streets Outside NO's Inside Office

"No, Sir. That will be all." Peacekeeper Gyps says. And he'll give the jammer to Mary so she can take it back to base.

[Shadowcaller]

The door slides open for Cessie, revealing the Main Room and Dipsnig himself sitting in an armchair, like he always does when meeting potential employers.

[NO Main Room]

"Ah, mister Razortooth. I had not expected to meet you in person. Do you usually greet potential clients like this?" The sorceress asks as Garn stops right next to her, staring at the goblin.

[DJ Yung Crunk]

Common Building- Recreation Area

"You know, I expected you to be more jolly. Fine, looks like I'll have to weather the storm of human resources on my own. If I don't make it out alive, promise you'll tell my story"

[Morty]

[NO Main Room]

"Ah, mister Razortooth. I had not expected to meet you in person. Do you usually greet potential clients like this?" The sorceress asks as Garn stops right next to her, staring at the goblin.

"Most of the time," Dipsnig says. "Besides, I saw that you were approaching, and thought that a Councillor might merit a personal meeting."

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Area

Admittedly, Krayger's been pretty genial to someone who broke into his workspace. He's been smiling, at least, as creepy as that possibly looks on a bovine.
"I still say you should just go out the window. Although honestly I haven't the foggiest idea where you'd get that idea, unless your entire knowledge of my race comes from cartoons. Everyone knows a minotaur's only setting is 'dour.'"
Yes, it seems he can joke.

[DJ Yung Crunk]

[Common Building- Recreation Area]

Lovejoy's probably enjoying this conversation far too much, it's probably better for him to lay low until the heat dies down anyway. So staying put and shooting the breeze might be beneficial. Accepting that flimsy excuse he continues "I like to give everybody the benefit of the doubt. With rare exceptions. If I default to "merriment" for your race it's not out of ignorance, but out of optimism."

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Area

"You...get disappointed a lot in that regard, don't you, kid?" he says. He's trying to think of peoples he'd actually be right about, and he can think of gnomes (sometimes), hobbits (and all variations thereof), and ponies, along with a few kinds of fairies. That's kind of it.

[DJ Yung Crunk]

[Common Building- Recreation Area]

Lovejoy has to concede the point, and he does with a wry shrug. "You got me there. For example; security guards? Underneath their pleasant exterior is a real mean streak. One of them whipped a battery at me"

[Shadowcaller]

"Most of the time," Dipsnig says. "Besides, I saw that you were approaching, and thought that a Councillor might merit a personal meeting."

[NO Main Room]

"Well, I'm afraid I'm not here on council business. You are after all no longer a council member. I do have no less than two contracts for you however." The sorceress crosses her arms over her chest. "First of all, I have found myself in need of people who could aid me in a archaeological quest. Normally I'd ask Watchtower but this is a strictly personal matter and really have nothing to do with watch at all so I wanted to hire you instead. The mission is simple enough, i need some people to attend me as I visit the ruins of a civilization I have been researching. This isn't tomb robbing however, I do not want anyone to take anything from the ruins, I simply wish to study the texts and take photographs. I wish to learn how this civilization created their golems see?"

[Morty]

[NO Main Room]

"Hmm, that's easy enough," Dipsnig says, bringing up his holographic archive and editing something in. "I should find two or more people willing to take this job. What's the other one?"

[Shadowcaller]

[NO Main Room]

"That one I would wish to speak with you privately if that's alright." She replies.

[Morty]

[NO Main Room ==> Dipsnig's Office]

"Let's discuss it in my office, then," Dipsnig says. He'll get up from his chair and lead Cessie downstairs, to his rather goblin-sized office.

[Shadowcaller]

[NO Main Room ==> Office]

Cessie follows Dipsnig and Garn follows Cessie down to the office. I assume there chairs are still human-sized chairs so Cessie can sit down however.

"Alright, what I want help with is some traditional spying. As you might be aware Watch and AMEN are at war and I feel that we need more Intel on AMEN's movements. Normally this would be watch's job but there are a number of reasons which has made me decide to make this to stay between us and the one you're having doing this job. So I'm not only paying you for the contract itself, I'm paying you to keep it secret as well.

Now the contract itself should be much more simple than infiltration. I want you to keep an eye on all the entrances to AMEN and see who enters and leaves the base and directly inform me about it. I might also request you to follow some of these members depending on the circumstances. Any questions on that?"

[Morty]

[Dipsnig's Office]

Dipsnig is silent for a while, pondering the offer.

"Spying on AMEN is a dangerous business. But I think we can keep their base and other facilities under observation, for the right price. Tailing their members might be more tricky, but doable, with luck."

[Shadowcaller]

[Dipsnig's Office]

"The prize is no issue as long as you can do the job. NO is supposed to be experts on spying after all, correct?" The sorceress looks into the goblins eyes.

[Morty]

[Dipsnig's Office]

"From a certain point of view," Dipsnig says, without blinking. "We can write up both contracts now and I'll contact you about any progress."

[Deathkeeper]

[Common Building- Recreation Area]

Lovejoy has to concede the point, and he does with a wry shrug. "You got me there. For example; security guards? Underneath their pleasant exterior is a real mean streak. One of them whipped a battery at me"

Common Building- Recreation Area

"A battery? Why was one of those lying around?" he asked, in what is likely meant to be a quizzical expression.

[DJ Yung Crunk]

[Common Building- Recreation Area]

"For their little flashlights, I suppose" Lovejoy lifts up his shirt slightly to display a welt above his hip. "Will you look at this? I know it doesn't look like much but when the fabric rubs against it it's a pain like you will never believe." He lowers his shirt again putting on a very obviously fake cringe, made all the more absurd by a Thespian hissing between his teeth. He's laying it on thick, alright.

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreational Area

"Sorry, kid, but you can't complain to me about pain until you've been impaled a few times. So hope you can never complain to me." he says, chuckling.

[DJ Yung Crunk]

[Common Building- Recreational Area]

"Apples and oranges, wouldn't you say? Besides, who throws a battery? I ask you! I tell you, those geezers may not look like much but they've got one heck of a pitching arm." He simulates a baseball pitch, pretending to throw a ball off into the distance.

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Area

"Pineapples and oranges, maybe. Would you have preferred they had thrown a proper weapon instead?"

[DJ Yung Crunk]

[[Common Building- Recreational Area]

"Well I'd be less concerned about mercury poisoning for one. Also I'd be less bewildered. If they're going to resort to assault they might as well go whole hog, you know? I feel less inclined to use ol' Daisy here when someone throws a battery at me as opposed to, say, a throwing star" Lovejoy pets the handle of his katana to illustrate his point. "Not that I'd ever assault NO staff, of course"

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Area

His player wants to call into question how much mercury is actually in a common battery (it was probably a cell if it was for a flashlight), but sadly Krayger isn't that kind of engineer. Instead, he merely chuckles.
"I think it's that kind of attitude that gets stuff thrown at you, kid."

[DJ Yung Crunk]

[Common Building- Recreation Area]

"Who are you, my mother? I remember she'd come home from a long day of slots and surprise me by shouting 'Hey, dummy, think fast!' and then whipping a soup can at the back of my head."

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Area

"Aw, come on, kid. Don't tell me you're going for the Parent Issues backstory. It's dime a dozen at this point!"

[DJ Yung Crunk]

[Common Building- Recreation Area]

"Backstory, schmackstory. I just resent having things thrown at me, is all. I love my mom, but she did some weird stuff. Like that time she threw our old rain gutter through our neighbour's front window." Lovejoy begins to smile at the memory and stifles a chuckle, nostalgia coming back to him. "They were so scared"

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Area

"Uh, I think your mother might have had some anger problems. And this is coming from a fellow whose brothers are bulls in every sense of the word." says Krayger, a bit horrified.

[DJ Yung Crunk]

[Common Building- Recreation Area]

"Hey! You don't know my mother! Maybe they deserved it! I mean, you're absolutely right, but keep it in the holster until you've heard all the facts, eh?"

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreation Area

"Throwing stuff at your son is enough evidence for me. You don't do that, and our children's skulls are a lot harder than yours, let me tell you."

[Prince_Selm]

NO office, ******** site
(whichever has people in it first)

A well-dressed man (though perhaps a bit dated) comes into the office and looks at whoever appears to be the most in charge. (Either a member or an NPC receptionist.)

Afternoon. I'm looking to join up. Got my paperwork and everything.
He produces a sheet of paper from his jacket pocket.

What should I do now?

The guy:
http://img34.imageshack.us/img34/5461/qan9.png (http://tektek.org/avatar/54509284)

[Shadowcaller]

[Dipsnig's Office]

"From a certain point of view," Dipsnig says, without blinking. "We can write up both contracts now and I'll contact you about any progress."

[Dipsnig's Office]

"How long could this process take exactly? While my expedition can wait, war is an very unstable process. AMEN could strike at any time." The sorceress argues.

[NO Riverside Office]

The office in riverside is in fact a large old-fashioned manor and the desk in fact a large table with a comfortable green armchair behind it. It's a bit custom-made but what can you do?

Behind the desk is a drow woman (who is further described in my signature as "Dena") dressed in a blue sweater with a V-neck and a pair of black jeans. On top of her head rests a particular hat (http://soul-to-soul.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/stevie-ray-vaughans-hat-painting.jpg). "Howdy to you too." She says as she takes a look at his paper. "Well, looks like you just need to prove yourself to the boss... or me." The drow grins. "So what can you do cowboy? Impress me."

[Morty]

[Dipsnig's Office]

"How long could this process take exactly? While my expedition can wait, war is an very unstable process. AMEN could strike at any time." The sorceress argues.


"I will start looking into ways to safely monitor AMEN straight away," Dipsnig says. "I should be able to works something out relatively quickly."

[Prince_Selm]

Oh, is the job only for cowboys? My apologies for wasting your time.
He turns and walks out the door. A second later, the same man walks out of another door in the foyer, dressed in full Cowboy garb, like an old Hollywood movie.

Greetin's Dessert flower. I'm lookin' for a posse.

I have my credentials all round up on this here request.
He holds up the same paper as before.

[Shadowcaller]

[Dipsnig's Office]

"Good enough, so tell me now that official matters are over. How are thins working out for NO? As I'm sure you're aware, Magtok left the council as well shortly after you did but not before throwing accusations left and right. Vas statements hardly helped the situation either." Cessie asks as she relaxes back a bit in the chair. Garn still look as tense though.

[NO Riverside Office]

Huh, that she had not expect. Dena looks after the man in surprise only to be even more surprised as he enters again a moment later. She felt like laughing out loud but she had a better idea. She briefly pretends to look at the paper even if she knows it's the same and then leans over, resting her chin on her closed fist. "Ya? We had a chap here just a moment ago who look mightily like you. You could be his twin in fact." Her voice drops into an strange accent which origin can't easily be determined.

[Morty]

[Dipsnig's Office]

Dipsnig cackles. It's not a very pleasant sound.

"Heheheheh... I'm sorry. I do find it endlessly amusing that after Vasquez's show of favouritism for him, and insulting everyone else in the room just to show how she supports him, he quit too. He sure is an ingrate, isn't he? At any rate, we've been successful, bringing the mercenary population of the Nexus under our wing." You're probably thinking of your boot here, Dipsnig. "In time, it should bring order to this notoriously unreliable profession."

[Prince_Selm]

I have a half-twin. It was probably him. He tends to hang around from time to time. It's a terrible shame. I'm only cowboy on my father's side.

He leans in close.
So what are we thinkin' here, pardner?

[Shadowcaller]

[Dipsnig's Office]

"Well, I heard you got competition, both from this Harald fellow I haven't meet yet and the SHEOL group. Is their competition only healthy for you or a risk?" Cessie asks the goblin.

[Riverside NO Office]

"Ah, as I told your half-blood brother you have to impress the boss or one of his lieutenants, which happens to be me. To prove that you have what it takes to take the reins. We can't have no lone stars here see, NO is an organization. Have to be able to work with the others." The drow replies with a smile.

[Morty]

[Dipsnig's Office]

"Harald's a clown, and he managed to shoot his own marketing campaign down by himself very efficiently," Dipsnig says. "SHEOL looks like they've got their act together more than he does, but I don't think they're big enough to threaten us. If they do start getting bigger, I'll take steps."

[DJ Yung Crunk]

[Common Building- Recreation Area]

"In her defense she expected me to catch it. And I did, eventually. But by that time I was 13 and could throw back"

[Deathkeeper]

Common Building- Recreational Area

Krayger shakes his head. "That's really not much of a defense. But perhaps we should get off the subject of family issues?"

[Prince_Selm]

[Dipsnig's Office]

"Well, I heard you got competition, both from this Harald fellow I haven't meet yet and the SHEOL group. Is their competition only healthy for you or a risk?" Cessie asks the goblin.

[Riverside NO Office]

"Ah, as I told your half-blood brother you have to impress the boss or one of his lieutenants, which happens to be me. To prove that you have what it takes to take the reins. We can't have no lone stars here see, NO is an organization. Have to be able to work with the others." The drow replies with a smile.

I figure i'm keeping up with you pretty well.:smallamused:

But i understand. Whats the next step?

He continues to stand in his ridiculous getup

[Shadowcaller]

[Riverside NO Office]

"I'm afraid keeping up with me isn't required to join NO." Dena replies. "But what about you tell me your talents are first before I make up my mind how to test you? Your fashion sense only tells me so much."

[Prince_Selm]

Riverside office

Well, if you take hitting people in the face off the table, i can do anything you want. Costume changes, infiltration, emergency engineering, first aid, decyohering literature, intel, supply runs, painting, sculpting, cooking, speed skating, cholera prevention, public relations, air conditioning repair, cheesemaking, underwater basket weaving...

And lists. I'M REALLY good at making lists

[Shadowcaller]

Riverside office

"A true jack of all trades, I'm in luck." Smiling she scratches her chin. "What about you do some simple information gathering for me? Honestly I'm enough of a gambler to bet on a card like you but it's procedure and I'm curious to see how you'll handle this. So there is this place in Riverside, Eastside specifically that's called Lotus gardens where people seem a little bit too happy. Rumors are that a cult is at work, corrupting the innocent and stuff like that." She makes a dismissive gesture, finding it pretty standard. "So go and find out what's really going on. I'm not asking for a through investigation, just go around and ask around and don't get yourself sacrificed at some cult ceremony. Heck, I might even go with you."

[Prince_Selm]

That's not bad at all. Youll forgive me if i change firat though.
Going through another pair of doors, he changes back.
Don't worry. Still me.

OOC: where is that? Like which thread?

[Shadowcaller]

No riverside office

"As long just your clothes are different, shapeshifters give me enough of an headache already." Especially in bed.

((Its in a thread called "Riverside". The person that handles that location within riverside is called wolfbane.))

[Shadowcaller]

[Dipsnig's Office]

"Harald's a clown, and he managed to shoot his own marketing campaign down by himself very efficiently," Dipsnig says. "SHEOL looks like they've got their act together more than he does, but I don't think they're big enough to threaten us. If they do start getting bigger, I'll take steps."

[Dipsnig's Office]

"So what can you tell me about SHEOL and Harald? I'm afraid I haven't been able to keep up with the nexus as much as I have wanted lately and you seem to be the best person to ask."The sorceress asks.

[Morty]

[Dipsnig's Office]

"So what can you tell me about SHEOL and Harald? I'm afraid I haven't been able to keep up with the nexus as much as I have wanted lately and you seem to be the best person to ask." The sorceress asks.

"Harald is a man with a lot of technology and the mentality of an entitled teenager," Dipsnig says. "Such people seem common in the Nexus for some reason. I don't think it's worth the trouble to pay attention to him. SHEOL is a bit of a mystery. They seem to be in the problem-solving business just like we are, but operate differently. Still, there's nothing more weird about them than about a lot of enterprises around here. I may approach them to negotiate selling them our license."

[Shadowcaller]

[Dipsnig's Office]

"He seems to have made a reputation of himself, yes." Cessie replies diplomatically. "I can't say much about SHEOL though but the fact I'm here should tell you enough. But what about Magtok then? Last time I heard about him he promised to put out Watchtower out of commission."

[Morty]

[Dipsnig's Office]

"Magtok's being Magtok," Dipsnig says with a shrug. "He rants and raves a lot, but one can never tell whether or not anything will come as a result of that. He's probably still in cahoots with Vasquez, despite leaving the Council. I'd watch out for that."

[Slii Arhem]

Tunnels Under NO

Okay, so apparently it's my turn in this? Alright then, my bad. Krait stops everything he's doing, and grips one of the jawbones dangling from his polearm. It starts to glow ominously with magical energy, a faint blue filling the air around our favorite kobold.

"Commander and her goblin are advised to step back. No questions, takes too long to explain magicks involved. All will be clear in moment."

He takes a step to one side, leaving a curious sort of translucent afterimage where he was previously standing. Both him and the afterimage begin stabbing away at the abomination with their pointy polearms, attempting to clear away space for a third, fourth, and maybe even a fifth magical Krait afterimage to join in the rat-monster mutilating fun.


[Tunnels]

"We seem to be getting somewhere," Dipsnig says. "We still have a mass of rats to get through, but it seems they won't be spreading so much disease around when we do something with them."

Tunnels

The shimmering doopelgangers make short work of the initial layer of rats, chopping up the blockage into a slurry of corpses that litters the floor of the tunnel. If nothing else is attempted, this tactic will eventually break it up enough for the three to climb up over it and go onwards, but it could take as little as ten minutes or as long as a half an hour, depending on how many images Krait's magic can support, and how long it is until his arms tire from the repeated slashes and stabs. At least the mass doesn't offer any resistance no matter how deeply he cuts into it.

[Shadowcaller]

[Dipsnig's Office]

"I try to be weary with everything Magtok does. Not that Vasquez is much better in my opinion. She have a very special sense of justice." The sorceress replies while not going into too many details of her feelings about the commander. "But now that Magtok has left AMEN I'm not sure if that makes him more or less dangerous. At least with AMEN you had a pretty good sense of what they were trying to do. He's more subtle than that without AMEN members tying him down."

[Prince_Selm]

No riverside office

"As long just your clothes are different, shapeshifters give me enough of an headache already." Especially in bed.

((Its in a thread called "Riverside". The person that handles that location within riverside is called wolfbane.))

There's a story if I've ever heard one. I haven't gotten that close to any shapeshifters before, though I'll keep it in mind.

[Morty]

[Dipsnig's Office]

"I try to be weary with everything Magtok does. Not that Vasquez is much better in my opinion. She have a very special sense of justice." The sorceress replies while not going into too many details of her feelings about the commander. "But now that Magtok has left AMEN I'm not sure if that makes him more or less dangerous. At least with AMEN you had a pretty good sense of what they were trying to do. He's more subtle than that without AMEN members tying him down."

"Oh, yes, Vasquez is not to be trusted any further than we can throw her," Dipsnig says. "You heard her. She made it exceedingly clear how much contempt she holds us in and how expendable we are to her. What would she do if she had all the strength of the old Empire at her disposal, I wonder. Would she bother listening to anyone, or just grind us all under tank treads? Dipsnig muses. As for Magtok, he might have really become more dangerous now that he left AMEN. His relationship with that nuthouse has been on-again, off-again as far as I can remember, and he's been a member or leader of two other 'evil' organizations, which didn't last. He's always been most effective on his own, just with his lackeys. His ego makes him excel in such situations."

[Tunnels]

Due to a lack of other options, Dipsnig will wait until Krait has opened a passage through... this.

"At least we know someone is in there. I don't think it could have happened on its own."

[Shadowcaller]

[Dipsnig's Office]

"Yes, it really worries me of the condition of the nexus when persons like Magtok can control it to such a degree. But perhaps that's just the way here and I'm still ignorant about it's culture. Gods know I haven't exactly been ready to accept some of the customs around here." The sorceress freely admits.

No riverside office

"Oh it is. I'll tell you all about it... if you survive of course." Dena replies with a wide smile before Harvey leaves. I assume he pretty much gave her you character dictionary entry at the paper, sans the back story etc. right?

[Morty]

[Dipsnig's Office]

"That's the way it's always been," Dipsnig says. "The best we normal people can do is to make sure we can oppose them. At least Vyrn sees Magtok for what he is and doesn't share Vasquez's infatuation with him. I don't trust Vyrn one bit either, of course. But he's possible to work with."

[Prince_Selm]

Actually, after taking the paper and looking at it, you see the following:

Name: Harvey
Race: Tour de France
Profession:al

(He's gone by the time you look up)

[Lord Magtok]

[Tunnels]

Due to a lack of other options, Dipsnig will wait until Krait has opened a passage through... this.

"At least we know someone is in there. I don't think it could have happened on its own."

"Someone was here," Krait corrects, advancing down the passage where the rat abomination was, covered head to toe in all sorts of awful bodily fluids from the beast. "Rat-Man could be somewhere else now. Could be dead, even. Better dead, probably."

[Shadowcaller]

[Dipsnig's Office]

"More like Vyrn and you share interests rather than he would be much better than Magtok. Vyrn just use a different way to amass power. But on the subject of amoral power mongers, are you familiar with Jezebel?" The sorceress asks.