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LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Rhain chuckled ever so softly and replied to Dysmas.  "I actually have not trained as a thief so to speak, but there are some thieves skills that I have acquired over time to aid me.  Acquiring a set of thieves tools and the knowledge in how to use them proficiently for example.  The information and travel networks that thieves organizations have in a major city are quite helpful to my work so some years and coin was spent in learning things to do with the networks.  Nothing more nothing less.  Is there anything else you'd like to ask before I take my turn to ask information of you?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC A light drizzle begun falling upon the pair. Dysmas shifted left, taking cover under the roof. “I have a few but it can wait until after you ask yours.”

Rhain nodded his head ever so slightly.  "Well I have a few as well.  Can start with clearing the air on something.  I understand there is friction between a few of the Horizon Company towards myself.  Between how we met, regardless of being charmed, and for you well the fact that I am a bounty hunter adds to that I am certain.  Though I don't get any indications you are afraid of me.  However the mistrust is there.  So to be clear.  I don't make a habit of tracking down thieves.  For one most bounties that do exist on someone for stealing is either a trumped up accusation or its too small of an amount to bother which.  Not to mention hunting thieves as marks is a great way for me to lose contacts and passage through networks that I have earned over the years to help me with my trade.  I am not a living embodiment of the law.  I know thievery is illegal but I consider it a lesser evil that serves a greater purpose in aid against greater evils...like the Lampurges for instance.  And on the topic of the Lampurges; Lucian gave me his word that The Horizon Company would be my allies and have my back till we bring vengeance successfully to his brothers.  So similarly to what I said earlier to the short but strong one....Veger I believe.  I don't want anyone in The Horizon  Company to have any reason to backstab me as the thing I need more than allies against the Lampurges is to not have to watch my back from supposed allies at the same time." Rhain pauses a brief moment taking a breath and letting some of his words sink in before proceeding, "Now to the questions.  I heard and know enough to be curious about some things and to really want to know one thing as it could effect my safety in travelling with you lot.  I am curious to know what is on your back that wasn't there before you woke up in a tavern awhile back as I heard you bring up earlier, why you would cut a manacled man who you didn't even know before that day when you cut me while manacled, and I assume you are the best one to ask about the other party members so that I can better understand who I am working with?  Those are the curiousities.  If you choose not to share any of that I can live with it.  However I need to know what the last words you said to Invidia were that you wrote down instead of speaking.  If I had to guess either *everyone* is after something you have, something they think you have, something you know, or there is some bounty on your head which would explain your innate issues with me.  Now I can ask my sources for information but that costs coin and time...besides that I would prefer to give you the chance to tell me yourself.  So you can see the look in my eyes when I respond and get worries about me possibly going after you out of the way going forward."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "So uhh," Invidia says to no one in particular as Rhain and Dysmas walk out, "anyone want more food?" He looks to Boreas. "Anything you miss eating?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Dysmas gave a small chuckle. “Your safety is never guaranteed when you’re with us Rhain. We’re at war with madness itself. You know this. But, if you’re concerned about getting rolled up in trouble you don’t know about, I can assure that’s not going to happen. We’ll take down our boys fam, then you can decide if you’re gonna stick around for the end-game. No harm in whatever decision you make, if you walk or not.” He stroked his wisp of a beard, honed to point. “As for ‘everyone’ that’s a tad bit hyperbolic. I should know – I too have a flare for such stuff. All you need to know is the people interested in me haven’t made a head-way in over a year now. And at this pace it’s going to stay that way. But, by some happenstance, you make the decision to ask around about me you’re just gonna light a flare – draw aggro. Attention is the last thing we need. So, if you wanna integrate here then you can start by dropping questions about what I have. If it becomes relevant I’ll let you know, but in the mean time we can maintain a business-like relationship. Doesn’t mean I don’t like you.” He shrugged. “I think its fucking ace that you can do that ‘dissolve into the shadows’ thing. What I’d give to be able to do that. And you’ve been honest about your past. I can tell you parts of mine, but here’s the thing – trust can be segmented. Somethings, if I tell you, will jeopardize my friends, and jeopardize us – and the two are not mutually exclusive – and I can’t stand that. And also, it was naff for me to do that sword thing. I don’t got a good excuse for that, so …” He drew his dagger from a sheathe in his boot and flipped it and held it towards Rhain, pommel first. “If you need to call in blood money I’m all down. As for Veger, well, he’s a protective guy (as you can tell by his massive shield), and we recently got betrayed by a guy we thought we could trust. So, you can understand why its in short supply. And one last thing – I don’t ask anything of you but one thing – don’t do anything that’ll draw attention to me alright? If it was just me at risk I might say fuck it, but there are good people whose lives are on the line. And if something happens to them that involves you in anyway, there’s red on your hands you got me? But besides that, just relax and give it time. The team will warm up to you.” Dysmas sneezed as a cold breeze rushed through the alleyway . “Bloody cold night.” He said placing other hand closer to the lantern for warmth. He glanced at the door. “Shall we?” He raised his dagger hand a bit higher. “Or do we need to conduct business?”

Rhain couldn't help but grin at Dysmas' responses.  He raised his head so that Dysmas could see the grin on his face and his eyes when he responded.  He placed his hand on the dagger offered and shook his head no while guiding it down to his side.  "I don't play blood games.  I felt I got you back for the cut when I knocked you on your ass afterwards."  Rhain chuckled to himself a little recalling that feeling gratifying.  "That being said I do owe ya one of sorts considering the name you called your blade.  But....I'm not looking to hurt any you or any of my allies against Lucian's brothers.  So we don't have business to conduct." Rhain took a deep breath and shook his head sighing to himself, "Okay so trust goes both ways.  I asked for personal information and I can respect not giving them.  I'll do this much towards it."  Rhain dropped his hood revealing his long black hair, and elven ears clearly.  "As perceptive as you are you might have already spotted it.  I'm a wood elf.  There is a reason I picked up bounty hunting so quickly as I did.  I had already been practicing a lot of skills that help with the job for the first 107 years of my life before I became a bounty hunter or a full blown ranger let alone gloom stalker.  So once I picked up the things I didn't know and gained the skills of a gloom stalker....well it was a matter of time before I earned the name Death's Shadow hunting down marks.  Even if you won't tell me what is on your back or give me the details of why people are after you.  Just know that I as a new ally of yours can protect your back better if I know what I am protecting it from.  Protection goes both ways, I never assumed you all had my back without me having yours." Rhain pulled back up his hood and covered his face again.  "Oh and do me a favor?  Don't go telling the others what race I am.  The less people know the less likely someone says something to the wrong person without thought....and well not to know 1 or 2 of your friends but 1 or 2 of them aren't the deepest thinkers so to speak.....and Death's Shadow  is a lot scarier to those I hunt if they don't know what I am.  Wood elves don't always get a lot of respect in the rougher side of the cities.  So just keep it between us for now yeah?  The Horizon Company would likely not care but it could effect my bounty hunting career believe it or not.  I'll let those I extend that trust to when I do." Rhain looks to make sure there is no one around that sees Dysmas and himself.  "Oh and one more thing."  Rhain pulls out an arrow holding the feathers end towards Dysmas. "If I wanted you or anyone else in the company as a mark for a bounty I would have already done it with the opportunities I've had and disappeared in the darkness, but I didn't and don't.  I hope that starts getting believed by some at least."  Rhain snaps the arrow in half and offers it to Dysmas.  "Take a half to remind you that you have Death's Shadow as an ally and not someone you have to concern yourself with hunting you.  I want this to feel like an alliance not enemies working together, because on my end this is." 

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Boreas looks over at Invidia. "I do miss the taste of venison. Do you have any recipes for that? If not, I'd happily take it red and chilled." Boreas gives a grin as a snort of cold air blows from his nostrils. 

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Dysmas face was the picture of confusion, but it lightened into a small smile. He accepted the steel point of the arrow. “I can turn it into a mini-blade. Thanks Rhain. I think of it the same way, an alliance. “ He gestured at the door. “Wanna head in?” he said before taking the initiative. “Deaths Shadow… that nickname sounds really familiar now that I think about it. You wouldn’t happen to be the same guy who took out that Valenar merc company in Sharn would you? What were they called – ratbag belltower? I can’t remember. It was before I was born.” He pushed the door open and began dusting off the droplets of drizzle that had collected around his shoulder, before crouching down by the closest object that might suffice as a fireplace and began starting one. After he was done he stood up “I’m having seconds” he announced, almost to himself, picked up a plate and a steak and began tearing into it.  "Radag Belthor. That's what it was called." 

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Cook's Utensil Roll: 22 "Alright," Invidia says to Boreas. "I'll see what I can do." Thankfully, he had stocked up on venison earlier. Thinking quickly, he decides to make something fast and simple for Boreas. A venison burger with bacon wrapped around the patty and an egg sandwiched between it all. He plops it in front of Boreas.  "Here you go. Enjoy."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Boreas took a large bite of his burger and chewed as he enjoyed his first bite of venison in several hundred years. 'Very good. Perhaps once this is over I could convince the wizard to work as a cook for me.' "Delicious Invidia. And is this an egg? I have never heard of any culture that puts eggs on their burgers."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "I'm surprised you know what a burger is, actually," Invidia says. "Yes, I find that the egg adds a little something.  What do you think?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "The egg mellows out the gamey-ness of the venison. I'm not sure yet if I prefer it over the pure deer meat, but it is good." Boreas finishes the last few bites of his burger with relish and begins to lick his fingers clean. "What sort of egg did you use in this?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "Just a chicken egg," Invidia replies. "I'm glad everyone's eating up. It's been some time since our last good meal on a nice, relaxed day."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : Before Invidia's Cook Off, and after the team drops by the Black Market WHO : THC While ruffling through his possesions Dysmas snaps a finger, with an AHA expression on his face. He turns around to Invidia.  "I'm going to go buy a few spices. Cumin, Oregano - that sort of stuff. You wanna join in?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : Before Invidia's Cook Off, and after the team drops by the Black Market WHO : THC "Sure, I'll go and pick a few things up."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : Before Invidia's Cook Off, and after the team drops by the Black Market WHO : THC On the walk there Dysmas speaks up.  "Can I be your cooking apprentice?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : Before Invidia's Cook Off, and after the team drops by the Black Market WHO : THC "I can teach you a few things," Invidia muses. "What would you like to gain from this apprenticeship?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : Before Invidia's Cook Off, and after the team drops by the Black Market WHO : THC "Back home. And I mean home - home, my family owned an Inn called the Odd Hornet . Dad used to cook and make wine and ale. Mum ran the books and did music. I was too stubborn back then, and always refused to learn how to cook from my father. If we..." he paused and sighed. "If we survive all this I wanna go back and see what happened to my father, check in on the Inn. If the village hasn't seized I'm thinking of running it after ah retire. I'm still not certain if i want something so mundane but... you know I want to keep my options open."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Rhain nodded his head at the thanks from Dysmas. "You're welcome and yeah lets head in." Rhain pulled back up his hood and proceeded to follow Dysmas back inside. Listening to Dysmas's recalling of a past venture of Rhain's. Rhain chuckled softly. Dysmas got the name of the gang wrong at first but he was close enough. "I'll do one better than tell you. Enjoy your seconds while I find something to show you." Rhain walked over to his spot and began rummaging through his backpack till he found a piece of a news article from *The Sharn Inquisitive*. He cut it out a long time ago along with other news reports or items that remind Rhain personally of different bounties he had done that he felt would have honored his parents and made his mother proud. They were almost pieces to help keep him connected to his past and his heart even if he built a cold wall around it. Something to remind him why he does what he does. Not that he had ever shared that with anyone. Rhain walked over to Dysmas and held out the news article about Death's Shadow reportedly being responsible for the death and apprehension of the Valenar merc company. Offering for Dysmas to take it from him. "You were spot on. Surprised as young as you are that you recall that story."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : Before Invidia's Cook Off, and after the team drops by the Black Market WHO : THC "Why don't you just wait 'til then?" Invidia asks. "I'd be happy to devote more time to it when necessary."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Dysmas gingerly took the piece of paper with his left hand, his right still grasping the fork stabbed into the steak flank. He was attempting to wrench a mouth full of the food. Still chewing he said “No way. It really is you. Yeah, I mean it’s not that I remember its just that you hear about it from time to time from the old uns. When did this happen? 20 – 30 years ago?” He grew quiet. “You think you could ask around about the bounties in Sharn? The really big ones.”

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : Before Invidia's Cook Off, and after the team drops by the Black Market WHO : THC Dysmas gave a chuckle and theatrically rolled his eyes, before continuing on his stride. Even though the silence lasted for less than five seconds it piqued his curiosity and he glanced over at his hooded friend - and saw that he was serious.  "Wait no you're serious. Invidia, we can't be certain if we're gonna live to see the end of it."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : Before Invidia's Cook Off, and after the team drops by the Black Market WHO : THC "We can't be certain we won't live to see the end of it either," Invidia easily replies.

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : Before Invidia's Cook Off, and after the team drops by the Black Market WHO : THC "I dont think the chances on that are 50/50. But..." He paused "Ok you can really train me hard after all of this is over. But maybe teach me how to make a really good snack? Maybe some fried chicken. Or a Burgher? Whatever that is."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Rhain nodded as he responded, "Yes it is really me.  Yeah it was well past 20 years ago.  It was one of my first major bounties I took after training to become a gloom stalker."  Rhain paused at Dysmas' question.  It felt like Dysmas was asking a favor.  Normally Rhain would be cold and require payment for any kind of favor but this alliance with The Horizon Company is anything but normal.  Not to mention there was something about Dysmas.  Rhain hadn't placed it till the combination of the tone of Dysmas' voice and the expression on their face, on top of the different attitudes Rhain had noticed of him since meeting Dysmas after Rhain's mind was cleared.  Dysmas reminded him of his friend back in his village that he tried to shoot an apple off their head and gave them a shave down their head by accident scarring their head. Rhain legitimately smiled in that moment due to the memory tie in.  His former friend got into trouble a lot and Rhain would either be in it with him or bail him out.  Rhain nodded his head to Dysmas.  "Yeah I could ask my contact in Sharn if there are any big bounties there.  Any in specific you'd like me to be looking for when I do?" 

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "You trust your contact?" Dysmas asked. "And I mean really trust your contact? Not mutual benefits but solid trust."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "My contact in Sharn?  Yes it was one of my early contacts.  Had enough years with them that it is more than just mutual benefit.  Let's just say they owe me."  Rhain crouches near where Dysmas is sitting and opens his hand in asking for the news article back.  "Would you like me to do that for you?  I mean I can't say I trust those who could pass word from here to Sharn but if I meet them myself in person the trust is there."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Dysmas' somber tone was undercut by his almost childish eating habits.  Mouth still stuffed with steak he said. "Then for now, if you could, just ask around about the bounties there? Illegal ones too. Can you do that for me?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : Before Invidia's Cook Off, and after the team drops by the Black Market WHO : THC "Sure, I can do that," Invidia says. "Let's go get some ingredients."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Rhain chuckled at the way Dysmas was eating again reminding him.  Placing his hand on Dysmas' shoulder.  "I can send word once we get to a place that I can do so.  Normally ask in person but shouldn't think anything of it other than I am looking for where I should go for my next bounty.  I'll keep it generic don't worry, and then let you know what I hear back once I do."  Rhain stands up.  "I would say enjoy your steak but you already seem to be enjoying it plenty."  Rhain chuckles again and then walks away to the his spot to rest putting his news article back in his backpack in its hidden pouch.

LOCATION : Trolanport, Black Market and Legal Market. DATE/TIME : Before Invidia's Cook Off, and after the team drops by the Black Market WHO : THC At the Black Market Dysmas and later alongside Invidia at the normal market Dysmas purchased; Item Price 1lb of Chilies (2 gp), Cumin (2 gp), Oregano (5 sp), Pepper (2 gp)   6 gp and 5sp Common Clothing (Full Black) 5 sp Fine Clothes 15 gp Backpack 2 gp Robes (With many pockets on the inside) 1 gp Poisoners Kit 10 gp Tinkers Tools 10 gp Funnel 1 sp Pigs Fat 5 sp Thieves Tools 25 gp Boots, Hidden Compartment 500 gp 20lb of Peat 3cp Total: 575GP, 1 SP and 3 cp [ There are other items I want to purchase but they aren't listed on the Black Market or the Market. I sent you the link via PM]

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "Again thank you Rhain." Dysmas said as he placed his empty plate down. "And yeah, the perks of travelling with the worlds best chef is all the food for sure. But before I commit suicide by engorgement I better get down to work." He arose from his seat and sat down on the office table of the new facility and laid the contents of todays purchase. During the following hours Dysmas had pulled out his new poisoners kit, the mortar and pestle in particular, and began grind the various spices until they turned into a eye watering, sneeze inducing powder before slipping it into a small pouch.  Then Dysmas pulled out his new boots and placed them on the table, and began pushing various blocks and twisting the heel thus releasing the compartment, before carefully placing within it his new set of lock picks and a small file. However he very reluctantly pulled off his old boots - he had them since he left Sharn, and even then he wore them for years, constantly taking them to Rafi for mending. But he was nonetheless pleased with his new boots.  He then placed his new fancy white clothes on the table. A Black undershirt with a low neck, and a low neck tunic with puffed and slashed sleeves. He squeed like a teenage girl in her prom dress.  Finally he began taking the rest of the contents of his purchase and packed it into the 2nd backpack he had, and very crudely with a needle and thread inscribed the letters 'DYsms' on it.  When the party saw him again in the kitchen he was standing over Boreas, who was still enjoying his burger.  Dysmas raised the new bag. "You don't mind placing these things in the bag of holding for me wouldn't you?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Boreas reluctantly turned away from his burger. "I suppose so. . . Why do you need so many things anyways. Or better yet, why not just store all of the non-essentials in a secure location? Seems a lot easier than carrying it all around, even if you do have a magical bag?"  Boreas took the bulky bag and examined it. 'What crude needlework. . . Maybe I'll fix it when I get some spare time.' He took the bag and stuffed it into the bag of holding. 

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : Criminal base, after meeting Garrik WHO : THC "This is taking far too long," Boreas groused to himself as he waited outside with Veger and Invidia. He shifted his attention and addressed everyone over the telepathic link. "I'm heading inside now. Time for a bit of fun. Come join me if you'd like gentlemen." A wide smile crossed Boreas face as he unlimbered the massive blade on his back and strode towards the main entrance. "Time to show Da Orkz who sits at the top of the food chain."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : Criminal base, after meeting Garrik WHO : THC Invidia curiously follows after Boreas with a yawn. "This should be entertaining."

LOCATION : Trolanport, criminal base DATE/TIME : After meeting Garrik WHO : THC 'I never was one for subtlety. Now, let's see how they react to the wrath of a dragon.' Boreas slammed the door open and entered the main hall of the criminal base. "Hello boys. Remember us?" Da Orkz jumped slightly at the loud crash of the door. The looked over to see three figures enter the room. A confused look crossed their faces before settling into confident cocky grins. With primal shouts, Da Orkz grabbed their nearby weapons and charged the intruders. Five to three- How could they possibly lose?

LOCATION : Trolanport, criminal base DATE/TIME : After meeting Garrik WHO : THC Invidia summons an orb of invulnerability around himself and settles in to watch the fireworks.

LOCATION : Trolanport, Criminal base DATE/TIME : GAG vs DA ORKZ, Round 2 WHO : GAG and DA ORKZ Despite the fact that the Rogue Squad was at the rear of the compound they could still hear the door crash.  " Hello Boys. Remember Us?" Boreas' voice echoed through the halls. The Orcs cried out in glee, and the team heard the stampede of feet, the clash of steel, all abruptly interrupted by a dragons roar and the sound of bodies flung into furniture.  Dysmas pressed his finger to his temple. "Hows it going?"  he telepathically messaged the door-smasher.

LOCATION : Trolanport-Noodle Cart DATE/TIME : After meeting Garrik WHO : Lucian  Leisurely balanced across a gnome sized chair, Lucian listened attentively as the large, intricately tattooed man beside him sobbed out his life story between mouthfuls of Spicy Meat dumplings and Korthenian Noodles. While returning from assisting a small community of gnomes who had been accidentally polymorphed into sheep through a young gnome awakening to his powers, a process that had involved shaving the lot of them over the course of the day in order to disperse resonant arcane energy in their wool before referring the pubescent sorceror to the local branch of the Paladins of Silence to help him control his gifts, Lucian had been accosted by a human bandit who seemed to be built like 6 vegers put together. Of course, Lucian found that after literally using a giant warlord as a siege weapon to destroy his own troops that he couldn't really bring himself to be intimidated, and with a fortunate suggestion   to, " allow the clearly magical stranger to buy you food and talk about your problems instead of having him immolate you to your very shadow. " Lucian and Art as he preferred to be called were soon having a very frank discussion about the hardships of the criminal lifestyl As Art finished, Lucian asks, " So you're part of a charity that is actually a bunch of criminals, and since you're legally registered as a philanthrophic endeavor and pay your taxes, The Trust won't make a move as long as you mostly ignore gnomes and keep a good public image? " Art slumped into his noodle bowl and sighed, " Aye, I joined because I thought they would help me learn animal medicine, but they shunted me over to 'donations' on account of stereotyping me as 'dumb muscle' on account of me farm boy accent and being a rather tall fellow.  I dunno how to even use this drat knife. It's too darn small for my ham hands, and truth be told I hate tattoos." Art begins gesturing at the various intimidating tattoos covering his body. "I got these cause of peer pressure. I just wanted to take care of tiny kittens and puppies, and now I can't even quit or they'll gut me. My Ma would be ashamed.. ."  As Lucian hears this man's tale of woe, he reaches down and drinks the entire bowl of soup he ordered and sighs contentedly. Standing up, Lucian says, " Not to worry! I'll deliver your resignation myself. Head to this address and let my friends there know where I am heading. You'll be safe there while I go handle this. " " I'm obliged, but you sure going alone to a criminal organization is a bright idea? They're the leg breaking sort. " " I'm a pretty good negotiator, and an experienced adventurer. What's the worst that can happen ? Lucian says as he begins packing some dumplings to go. Sure it would be a good idea to wait for his coworkers to come along, but it had been some time since Lucian had last gone on a solo mission and he figured that his friends probably weren't interested in doing some side quest with him in light of recent stressful events. Smiling to himself, Lucian figures this would be about 30 minutes, maybe an hour tops. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

LOCATION : Trolanport, Criminal base DATE/TIME : GAG vs DA ORKZ, Round 2 WHO : GAG and DA ORKZ "You know," Boreas gleefully replied, "I think I really needed this."   Around Boreas and Veger, several orcs lay unconscious, their limp bodies draped over the furniture. Boreas lowered his sword as the last orc charged him. A dull clang could be heard as Veger's shield rebounded off of the back of the orc's skull and he slumped to the ground. "I know you guys saw several others as you snuck through this place. Care to give us directions? And feel free to join in the festivities."

LOCATION : Trolanport, criminal base DATE/TIME : After meeting Garrik WHO : THC The sounds of battle reached Garrik as well. He may be dumber than a bundle of hay that's been abandoned in a snow storm, but even he knows the sounds of battle. " Wait, hold on, what's going on?" Garrik turns to Dysmas with a panicked look upon his face, "I think I'm being robbed! My chair-it-e may be at risk!! Dysmas, my good friend, we have to protect the funding and fend off any intruders!!"

LOCATION : Trolanport, Criminal base DATE/TIME : GAG vs DA ORKZ, Round 2 WHO : GAG and DA ORKZ "You know, I think I really needed this." he heard   Boreas say telepathically. Dysmas replied "You have a talent for violence man."  " Dysmas, my good friend, we have to protect the funding and fend off any intruders!!" At this Kellan was simultaneously irate and full of vicious glee. No doubt had she been given the opportunity to speak she would of said something that would wither any normal persons will to live, but given Garrik impeccable good nature that might not have been the case.  "You d-" Kellan began to say before she was cut off.  "-ont know? Garrik we are the intruders. Our allies are beating off the -" "Nice choice of words you dusty dickweed - " Kellan interjected, before marching off towards the door, lighting crackling around her, muttering something tying Orcish nutsacks into an intricate sailors knot not seen in since the naval fair of 78'.  "-Da Orkz. You know the ones who were stealing gold from the Charity. And if there's no gold in the Charity how are we supposed to take care of the baby ... cows?" Dysmas finished, the last few words getting shriller as he shrugged with a plaintive smile.  "So Garrik, how about we sneak in there, knock them out and make sure all the gold (hence all the baby cows) are safe? Does that sound good?"

LOCATION : Trolanport, Criminal base DATE/TIME : nobody knows but Aureon WHO : GAG and DA ORKZ and HUMIES "Well, that was quick," Invidia says disappointedly. A gaggle of humans strangely covered in armor rush in and jump on Boreas and Veger, dog-piling (or dragon-piling) them on the ground. "Nevermind." 

LOCATION : Trolanport, criminal base DATE/TIME : After meeting Garrik WHO : THC A dumbfounded look appeared upon Garrik's face, "Wait a minute, are you telling me my Orc coworkers have been pocketing money meant for the charity?" He pulled out his pitchfork and took out his shield. "Let's get them, Bessie!!! Charge!" Garrik charged through the back door, yelling as he did so, "For the orphan calves!!!!" 

LOCATION : Trolanport, Criminal base DATE/TIME : nobody knows but jesus WHO : GAG and DA ORKZ and HUMIES As his teammates prepared to enact their standard combat strategy of walking into the front of a criminal lair and murdering a local sports team, Lucian was seated in a smal red room on a small red chair at a small red table speaking with a large red faced man in red armor. The man, red faced because of how hard he was screaming, was gathering spittle as he seemed morbidly offended that some random honky tonk half elf had decided to not only invite himself back there, but had also informed them that one of their employees had decided to quit. As Lucian genuinely fretted over whehter the man would die of an aneurysm right then and there as a vein on the man's forehead throbbed omniously,  he decided it would be best to turn up the charm sooner rather than later. Before he could do so, the sound of alarms and fighting in the front foyer exploded and Lucian realized that once again diplomacy had failed. As the angered enforcer with seared on armor slowly turned to face the intruder, Lucian had already bailed out of the room, leaving a comical cloud of dust with magic before he left in order to do a small gag. Lucian had barely made it 15 feet outside when the Seared Armor knight slashed teh door in half, and Lucian saw that his sword was glowing as though it were in a forge and thus he decide to book it while he could. Teleporting and flipping over obstacles in his way, Lucian realized that the seared knight was joined by 3 other enforcers similarly inflicted by him, and that they seemed to be immune or resistant to his fire spells. Deciding his best bet is to use the distraction in the foyer to escape, LUcian uses Thaumaturgy to burst open the doors before him, and see his friends and teammates there unexpectedly. Mustering a friendly smile, Lucian can barely get out a hello, before a dagger coated in flames suddenly embeds itself into his back, and  4 Knights with Seared on Armor rush into the room to dogpile everyone still conscious there. 

LOCATION : Trolanport, Criminal base DATE/TIME : nobody knows but Aureon WHO : GAG and DA ORKZ and HUMIES "Seems I won't be needing directions anymore," Boreas muttered to himself as he was dogpiled.  'Strange. The armor seems to be fused into their skin. An experiment of some sort? No matter. Time to show them why their metal armors are vastly inferior to dragon scale.' Boreas took a deep breath and then released a torrent of cold air from his mouth, instantly freezing the armor. "Cool armor you have there!" Boreas let out a raucous laugh. "Mine's better."

LOCATION : Trolanport, Criminal base DATE/TIME : nobody knows but jesus WHO : GAG and DA ORKZ and HUMIES Lucian feels the knife slip between the scales on his back and sighs in an exasperated tone, "Did I really get stabbed again?" Before he can process this further, a man literally 3 times as wide as the sorlock and coated in metal grapples and shoves him tot he floor.

LOCATION : Trolanport, Criminal base DATE/TIME : nobody knows but Aureon WHO : GAG and DA ORKZ and HUMIES With a snap of Invidia's fingers, three sharp bell rings sound out. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OI1sE70qrKU" rel="nofollow">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OI1sE70qrKU</a> "Round one!" he shouts from inside his protective bubble, "FIGHT!"

LOCATION : Trolanport, Criminal base DATE/TIME : After the super rude dogpile.&nbsp; WHO : GAG and DA ORKZ and HUMIES Boreas was forced to drop the Buster Sword and pull out his trusty sword and shield as the fight with the four armored guards began. 'These four are much more formidable than those orcs. An actual challenge.' Boreas smiled as he began to cast some magic to give himself and Veger the staying power to outlast four opponents. With a gesture of his hand, healing energy streaked out to Lucian and closed the heavily scarred area on his back.&nbsp; "Good to see you Lucian. Care to join us for this?"

LOCATION : Trolanport, Criminal base DATE/TIME : nobody knows but jesus WHO : GAG and DA ORKZ and HUMIES As Lucian is rushed by the knights, he is gripped by the throat and slammed to the floor with a harsh blow that knocks the wind out. Unable to muster a word, Lucian still sees the longsword blow aimed at his throat and reflexively conjures a shield&nbsp; shield spell to protect himself from the knight's longsword strike, yet the sheer momentum and force of the blow shatters the arcane protection. All Lucian can do is alter it from a lethal shot to his shoulder, yet the sudden force of metal crashing and stabbing into him still sends pain resonating through his body. In most circumstances, such a wound would normally break his arm, yet thankfully Lucian's constititon is sufficient though whether it be due to his draconic origin or the enhanced healing from his warlock patron is uncertain in the moment. All that matters is that he has escaped death for one second more. One hand gripped on the arm of the knight, Lucian is unable to stop him from slowly turning the blade, and he grits his teeth. Looking for an opportunity, Lucian gouges the knight in an exposed area where metal meets sensitive sinew and uses that briefest of reprieves to turn his body into pure energy moving 30 feet away with misty step . with perfect economy of action, Lucian steps out of the misty step already prepping an eldritch blast, firing off 3 lances of white force into the armored knight like a boxer's rhythm. Blocking the first shot with his longsword in defense, the armored knight is blindsided by the 2nd and is send sliding 10 feet as he digs in with his blade, before the 3rd shot knocks his footing askew and sends him flying back another 10 feet nearer to his allies and away from lucian. raising his wand in his right hand, Lucian places the other hand on his injured right shoulder, and realizes that he took far more damage than he thought as the wound continues to gush blood and he can barely lift his wand arm. Suddenly, healing energy surges towards him, and the bleeding is staunched before it can get worse. It's not enough to get himb ack to full, but it is enough to allow him to press on despite the injury. Flashing a grin to Boreas, Lucian says, " Always happy to join. Let me pay you back " and he twin casts Haste on his allies, giving them a surge of strength and quickness.