[Game Thread] Dirty Hands

[Gaijin]

Anselm carefully stows the items into a saddle bag, "We should probably do without. If he's conscious he can ride behind one of us. If he's not, we'll need him to ride behind one of us so that we can prop him up."

Items -(2) Oil of Taggit -(4) Drow poison -(1) Hooded cloak -(1) Standard drinking flask (3/4 filled with alcohol) -(1) Tanglefoot bag

OOC: Astrid probably won't show up to collect her 300gp worth of items, so if it's acceptable I'm picking up the Drow poison under her name.

[Cancer]

OOC Could I get a consensus on how close you all are going to approach?

[aivanther]

Ooc: to the watch post first, then within a couple blocks so we can scout.

[thewattinator]

Stepping out in the courtyard, Astrid was immediately grateful for what little sun remained. The light breeze raised goosebumps on her skin as it sucked heat out of her exposed arms and midriff. Trotting over to the stables, she eyed the horses before selecting a light gray mare. Taking her by the reins, she pulled her out of her stall, idly grooming her while she waited for her companions. She could feel her scar itching, but rather than scratch it, she took advantage of some of an old mind trick she knew to make it go away.

[Gaijin]

OOC: What watch post? Do you mean the station? Sure let's go by it, so that we know where it is then go around to approach from the opposite side. 3 Blocks away by horse, and up to half a block away on foot so we can look at it.

Anselm stepped out of the armoury with his filled saddlebag. A slight grin crossed his face when he saw Astrid in her revealing attire. He walked toward her and the stables where he picked out a strong looking dark brown mare. Leading her out beside Astrid and her chosen mount Anselm handed her the flask filled with the unmarked poisoned alcohol flask, "They'll probably be more likely to accept a drink from you. Be careful if you pretend to drink out of it though, it won't kill you, but having you pass out isn't part of the plan," he let his grin widen. Noticing the goosebumps on her arms, "Would you like to wear the cloak until we get closer? "

[aivanther]

ooc Yeah, station. Sorry, forgot what we were calling it, sleep deprived with the new kid.

Darian double checks his gear, making sure it is all secure. Confident in his earlier hiding of his dagger, he nods to himself and prepares to mount. Looking at Astrid he says, "Looks like you made good use of your time. Do you need to run by the armory?"

[thewattinator]

I'll be fine, Astrid replies, rolling her eyes at the grinning Anslem. Pocketing the flask, she swung up onto the horse, deftly holding the mare in place. Besides, I don't really have anywhere to hide any more stuff. She watched the beguiler strap his gear down, patting her horse's neck as it snorted impatiently. Astrid could relate.

Can we get a move on?

[aivanther]

Darian nods, and swings up onto his horse. "If the rest of you are ready, I say we make our way to the station now."

[Gaijin]

Securing the straps of the saddlebag, Anselm puts a foot in the stirrup and deftly mounts his mare. With his hands securely on the reigns he wheeled it around to face the city, "Ok, Let's ride." He kicked his horse, spurring it to a quick trot toward the station.

[Cancer]

The Private leads the group of three down the gravel road on their horses. "May what remains of the gods be with you all. I wish you all luck on whatever that damned elf puts you all through." He knocks on the gate and shouts, "Three coming out!" From the top of the rafters of the wall you hear a response.

"Three coming out!" The doors open and the group walks through with their gear and horses. The doors slowly creak close, leaving the group stranded in the bleak darkness. All alone except for the lone guard that stands at constant attention at the gate. As the group looks into the city, the buildings were enveloped in a blanket of darkness, so much that their very existence was only assured by the horizon behind them. Little stars splayed throughout the sky, dotting it with obscure shapes and patterns. A lone moon rises in the distance, making the dark outlines sharper. Almost like they were slicing into the sky.

There was barely movement in this sector of the town, only the light breeze of the night stirring waste paper in alleys. The steps of the horses echoed through the roads as the group walked.

After forty minutes, the moon was one fourth of the way in the sky, casting it's light over the land and dimly illuminating the roads. In the distance, you see a cluster of lights, unmoving and unchanging similar to that of the Barracks. Muffled sounds of men singing pulse through the roads, a few lights were on in the buildings, and the streets seemed dirtier, though it's hard to tell due to the poor lighting.

As you get closer, you see a large wooden sign reading out in black letters "Hollis Police Station" and underneath it in smaller script "District Office 1A"

There sits a similar set up to the Barracks : A towering cobblestone wall, a large wooden gate, but this time there were two guards that stand at the gate, with several walking on top of the walls. The guards at the gate wore leather plates, armed with light maces and bucklers. On the walls were a a group of people, wearing similar armor, wielding bows and that walked in what seemed to be regular patterns. Magical, non-flickering lights dot the walls. As the group passes, the guards pay no attention and allow you all to pass without issue.

After thirty minutes, you arrive in a slummy area. The houses and buildings sag like the elderly, and the windows sit unlit. As you get closer to the house in question, the calm and stillness of the city perforate. The sounds of silence is truly deafening.

As you peak around the corner, you see the dim lights of torches in the distance and what appears to be humanoids standing around the building.

[Gaijin]

Maintaining cover, Anselm stuck his head out just enough to

Dice spot, listen:

d20+5	(9)+5			Total = 14
d20+5	(3)+5			Total = 8

observe their mark. After absorbing what he could he retreated to the back of the group to give everyone else a chance to see what they're up against.

[aivanther]

Darian dismounts and tethers his horse on a convenient location. "Gods hope these don't get stolen."

He then attempts to hide

Dice Roll:

1d20+5

(12)+5

Total = 17

move move silently

Dice Roll:

1d20+5

(19)+5

Total = 24

stealthily towards the house, and spot

Dice Roll:

1d20+1

(2)+1

Total = 3

checks it out while trying to maintain his distance. He then returns to the rest and reports what he sees.

[thewattinator]

Tying her horse next to Darian's, Astrid pats it gently on its neck and murmurs some quiet words into the beast's ears before stepping out into the darkened street. Before peering around the corner, she

Dice Spot:

d20+2

(17)+2

Total = 19

scans the street for witnesses before preparing the flask with the drow poison.

[Cancer]

The breeze picks up, and the cool air rushes through the buildings. The horses stamp their feat lightly, their eyes wrought with worry. Something seems to be bothering them.

[Gaijin]

Whispering quietly to the group, "Any last minute thoughts before we proceed?" Anselm unbuttoned his vest and ruffled his clothes a bit to give himself a more relaxed and inebriated appearance while checking his person that for anything that would potentially give himself away.