Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
as the groups were being sorted , Eryn noticed she was the odd one since there was 3 in each of the 2 groups as she was asked by Mama Edelweiss which group she would follow. this was where she was split between following Mama who she was most relaxed with or follow Fox who she was still unsure of even after recent events, she was more worried if she followed one that something would happen to the other and as much as her gut told her to follow Mama Edelweiss she decided to try and compromise "I'll..... go with Fox ... but I could do distractions to the guards in this place. am fast enough and small enough to keep a chase up? and I can crawl into tight spaces that not many could get to" she offered , knowing what trouble she could get into.
skills:
Telekinesis I & II, Aeromancy I, Cryomancy I, Pyromancy I, Gating I, Health I, Kinetics I-III, Toxins I, KF I-III, SF I & II, UC I, TW I
Thrakazog 'crept' up behind her and tugged lightly at any loose clothing she wore, and barring loose clothing, he tapped her gently on the shoulder - as gently as his meaty finger could manage. And he whispered again in his deep rumble, "Umm... Cap'n... me nub mean to be impatie... impash... me nub mean to nub wait quiet-like, but wut's dis signal we is waitin for?"
"I was hoping for something a bit more... explosive. We were supposed to see shooting stars coming up from the ground. Fire works, Pyrotechnics, something.... hell anything at this poin---" She stopped in her tracks and swung her arm out to halt the others beside her. "Hold the phone," (not that she ever would, or she'd break the rotary piece of machinery.) Phones weren't all that common except for with the high society estates. It was all the rage with human nobles ever since Gram Bell invented it in 1876. non the less....
"Is that.... music?" She asked, turning her head toward the grand prize. Music floated from the palace across the lawns to where they waited outside the gates. The lights inside were all dimmed. She had expected a quiet, near-to abandoned state of affairs given the political rife of late. This was.... unexpected. But maybe, just maybe they could use it to their advantage. "I believe a new opportunity has presented itself..."
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The sneaky sneaks, much like the one on the rooftop with Ikuze, had just finished tying up Caitlin's plan 'A' at the West Gate. Caitlin's entourage were on their own now.
Thrakazog came to an abrupt halt, which probably looked odd to anyone else, given that Caitlin and her arm were so very much smaller than he was. There was no way in all the laws of physics that it should have been able to stop his forward momentum. But that was illusion, because Thrakazog would have stopped on a dime for his leader and benefactor, even if she'd only been half her current size.
The reference to the phone was lost on him, but music was not. He listened, cupping a big hand to one ear, and cocking his head quizzically. He started to answer that he heard it too, but found it unnecessary when Cait went on to mention a new opportunity. What that opportunity was, however, was a mystery to the big man. And finally, he had to lean down, and 'whisper' in her ear.
"Ummm..." he began, "Me iz bery sorry Miss Cait, but I don't get it. What youz want for Thrak to do?"
If she told him to run through a wall, he would try his hardest. If she told him to carry her the rest of the way, he'd do it. But if she asked him to plan out their next move, she'd likely wait a very, very long time for him to come up with something on his own. It had been a while since Thrakazog felt 'stupid', but this sort of situation was just the scenario to point out why he was where he was in life, and not leading ships of his own.
He had to lean down, and 'whisper' in her ear. "Ummm..." he began, "Me iz bery sorry Miss Cait, but I don't get it. What youz want for Thrak to do?"If she told him to run through a wall, he would try his hardest. If she told him to carry her the rest of the way, he'd do it. But if she asked him to plan out their next move, she'd likely wait a very, very long time for him to come up with something on his own. It had been a while since Thrakazog felt 'stupid', but this sort of situation was just the scenario to point out why he was where he was in life, and not leading ships of his own.
Ikuze Storm said: As soon as she got anywhere near the Queen of Rogues, she'd grab her air a little before reporting. "Big problem... bloody Svedes are 'ere, and it looks like they're the ones what screwed with our diversion... and it looks like they were comin' out of the palace." she said, looking towards where she'd been earlier and wincing. "I maaay 'ave roasted one of 'em a little."
Caitlin didn't see the flare of red light go up on the roof because she was distracted by Traks "Whisper" and making hurried shhhing motions as he tried to ask a question. "We're going in without them." Them being the rest of the party at the West Gate. "Whatever their hang up, the purpose of their part to play is now irrelevant. We push on."
A thudding sound came from over the fence and Caitlin instinctively fell flat to her stomach on the lawn. Her mind flashing back to that terrible thunderstorm the night they broke into the EIRAL prison. But she snapped out of it, seeing that it was only Ikuze landing nearby and taking a labored breath. What followed was a shock to hear.
"Are you sure? Sved's, inside the palace? I didn't even think they were inside the city yet?" As she climbed back to her feet she tried to imagine what a Sveden soldier looked like, but all she could picture were the blue uniforms of the EIRAL, and the memory clung to her. She tried to shake it off, but it was nulling her senses. Time to be a leader Cait, cut the crap, she thought angrily.
"Why always on the days' we're doing business?" She ground out through gritted teeth. "drat it, so things just got even more complicated" (if she only knew how many had come to crash this party...) Cait eye'd her small group, trying to decide who would play Calvary at the West Gate, and who - if any - would proceed inside for the big prize. "Ikuze Storm , Rava , you're top notch thieves, I say you do a little more than window shopping on the inside, bring me back something pretty alright? Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson and I will go deal with the uninvited guests at the West Gate, see if we can't free up the rest of our party and bring them inside. Better late than never. Do try not to get caught. I'd hate to revisit that dungeon they call a prison."
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Patrolling the palace was a much welcomed upgrade to Gladys’ usual duties. She was getting tired of tromping around the Hovel; some of the locals were even beginning to recognize her and learn things about her. Of course that turned into taunting as various insults were passed around, so. She didn’t want to patrol around the Hovel for a little while. At least until they found someone new to pick on (like maybe a certain man who never seemed to leave her alone…)
However, on the down side of this nice new place to patrol, she happened to be on patrol with another guard she didn’t get along well with. Jovena was a good soldier, but she had a soft spot for the man, Andronikos. And given the past Gladys had with him… It almost made her shudder. Thankfully she didn’t need to actually talk with Jovena. Just occasionally make eye contact with her if they met on the border of their patrol routes. It was supposed to be a simple night. Gladys liked the simple nights that didn’t involve her risking her life for some kind of lost cause.
One more time around, and there was the other patrol officer, Jovena gave her a faded smile - each time it became a little less and less enthused as the night wore on. The girl didn't smile back, she only made eye contact then flitted away, Jovena got the distinct impression she wasn't well liked by the other soldier. She shrugged it off, they'd worked together a few times, and there had never been any outright animosity. She must be imagining it. As she turned to take another stroll, a tiny red spark caught her eye overhead. She turned her cheek up to the palace, cutting her gaze out the corner of her eye, then gasped. What the?
"Gladys." She called sharply. She pointed up at the roof with the tip of her rifle. "What is that red ligh-" it fell off the roof on the other side and was gone. Everything was dark again.
"I think someone was up there, but why would they light a flare?" It was a flare, wasnt it? "A signal... has to be..." drat it. Never a dull night. "Let's check it out."
Rava heard what Caitlin want her and Ikuze to do "ok , what kind of shiny do you want us to bring back? if I maybe suggest we could go for the crown ?" she suggested as she checked her gear one more time , she know she may have to leave her rifle somewhere if they had to carry more stuff they didn't need to carry. there was also if anything guards that may come and start fireing and making noise that would cause problem for everyone.
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Jul 22, 2016 16:22:43 GMT
All of a sudden, Caitlin fell prone and hit the ground, leaving Thrakazog to look about in bewilderment and wondering what caused the reaction. Within seconds though, she got back up and talked to the blue-haired woman who had come running back, informing them that the Sveden were inside.
Thrakazog didn't know much about the Sveden. He knew they were 'bad', and they were the ones attacking Lodan. They had been the ones who sank the merchant vessels in the harbor some time ago, and they had been the ones to bombard the Queen's masquerade ball. Other than that, though, he had no idea what they looked like or what he'd do if he met one... or even recognized that he was meeting one.
All he could do was pay attention as Caitlin outlined a new plan - that Ikuze and Rava (he hadn't known their names until Caitlin called on them) were going to sneak inside to complete their mission, while he and Caitlin would go to the gate. That was both good news, and frightening news all at the same time. On the plus side, Thrakazog trusted Caitlin completely. She was the leader, he was confident that she would know what to do and how to do it. And he was relieved he wouldn't have to act alone. On the downside, however, she said something about 'dealing with uninvited guests' at the gate, which probably meant violence of some sort.
He balked, hoping nobody noticed, because he wasn't a real fighter. He thought Caitlin knew that from their very first voyage together, but maybe she didn't. People sometimes assumed Thrakazog was a great brawler because of his size. Maybe if he'd ever trained to do that, or fought more frequently at least, he could be. But for the moment, he was more than a little nervous. She tagged on the detail about some 'dungeon', and that didn't help matters any. The only reason he didn't drop his cloak and run away that very second was because of the loyalty to his captain. He swallowed hard.
"Yub," he croaked. At least they were going to try to bring the rest of the pirates inside to help.
Logic prescribed that Sayvahn would go with Lasair. It only seemed fitting, although, having one MI representative in Edelweiss group would have been proper as well. But, since Lasair did not object, the feline was not going to fight for the opposite either. No, reason suggested keeping silent, and Sayvahn did as such, motioning for Mala to come closer to them— or at least, between him and Lasair. After all, it was better to avoid conflict, at least, currently. And Mala, acting as a barrier, was a perfect ruse to prevent such a thing from occurring— her, and the girl from the docs. “Alright then. Seems like the groups have been settled.” Sayvahn stated as the girl— Eryn, the Crimson Angel had called her— came to join their group. He had never learned her name at the docs, finding that they would most likely not meet ever again after that, but, surprisingly, their paths had crossed again. It made sense, after all, if the older man thought about it. Edelweiss did have a habit of collecting children, it seemed. Still, two children, and two men. What an interesting group they made, and eye catching, certainly, if a guard was to pass by. After all, Mala was in her performance outfit, a hat, hiding her baldness but not the paleness of her skin. She was already striking, but as a group, that was a different matter entirely. "Let's get going before we are noticed."
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
She turned as she heard her name called, not flinching like she normally would at that occurrence. Her back had been turned when the red light was lit, but she trusted the word of the fellow officer. Few other things could be trusted when it came from the other soldiers. “There’s a staircase to the roof nearby,” she spoke, thinking through the path in her mind before she turned to start walking. “Even if there’s nothing there, we’ll be able to get a better view of the area from there.”
Leading the way, she traveled to the roof, pushing the door open when Jovena had her rifle at the ready, looking to see what was waiting them at the vantage point.
“Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Do not bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.” ―William Faulkner
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jul 23, 2016 21:18:02 GMT
"Alright. My group will check the offices. We regroup here before the musical presentation ends, or by the entrance in case of emergency." Not much else to be said. It was time to start moving.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
She turned as she heard her name called, not flinching like she normally would at that occurrence. Her back had been turned when the red light was lit, but she trusted the word of the fellow officer. Few other things could be trusted when it came from the other soldiers. “There’s a staircase to the roof nearby,” she spoke, thinking through the path in her mind before she turned to start walking. “Even if there’s nothing there, we’ll be able to get a better view of the area from there.”
Leading the way, she traveled to the roof, pushing the door open when Jovena had her rifle at the ready, looking to see what was waiting them at the vantage point.
They climbed up on the roof, Gladys pushed the door open to the landing and Jovena swept left to right with her rifle. There was nothing to shoot. After a few seconds to be sure, they climbed up and looked over the edge. It was a dark night. Most of the light was from the palace itself, spilling out of windows. None looked like an abandoned flare. She squinted in the darkness as she peered down.
"It should have fallen around here..." She told Gladys. Still searching below. Her eyes crossed over, then trailed back to a lump of darkness; a matte patch of nothing on the lawn. It might have been a shadow from the building itself. "I think I found something, but I'm not sure.... Take this," She passed her rifle to Gladys, "stay here and keep a look out. And whatever you do-" She made eye contact with the other woman and didn't so much as blink. "Don't. Shoot. Me."
After that was over, she climbed back onto the ladder, put her feet on both edges and slid the whole way down. When she was near enough to the ground, she jumped down the rest of the way. Preparing for the worst, she pulled two knives from her belt and approached the lump in the grass. As she got closer, she realized it wasn't a flare, or a bag, or a shadow. It was none of those things and her suspicions were confirmed when she toed the limp body dressed in all black.
"And who's team am I on?" Clairee asked, popping up suddenly out of nowhere - which only caused Maeve Blodeuwedd to give a very un-Maeve-like gasp. Clairee didn't appear to notice, but the Mahogany haired, strong silent type was now starring daggers at the raven haired MI member. She looked to Lasair for an answer. She wasn't much of a musician so sticking around with the rest of their "cover" would end in disaster.
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Jul 25, 2016 2:03:07 GMT
Maeve HAD come as part of the performance group. the ACTUAL performers, but realizing that her little sister was just - magically here - for god knew what reason.... No. Just. No.
Her eyes went from boring holes into the little winged do-gooder to her redheaded leader. "Boss." She marched -oh so gently- over to the CAEsAL leader. "I want to switch teams," she jerked her head in the direction of the stage hands setting up and made an exasperated face. "My fightin's better 'n my singin, trust me. N they ken get on fine without me." She tried to persuade.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jul 25, 2016 2:24:35 GMT
Edelweiss looked at the black-haired woman for a second. Hm, the groups were going to be a bit larger than expected. Better keep the quantity of members leveled between them at least, so that they'd be more manageable. And since Eryn had decided to join Lasair's group for the search...
"For the sake of keeping the numbers even, I'd guess mine." She responded to Clairee. Unless Lasair has any oppositions to it, that sounded like the best division. Then Maeve came over. Excited much for an 'adventure'? "Very well, you can come--" Edelweiss was about to place her in her own team along Clairee by default as Maeve is part of CAEsAL, but apparently the bouncer-singer had other plans as she seemed so adamant of switching teams when she had barely reached the middle of the phrase. Well, so be it. "...Fine, you can go with Lasair's instead. I don't mind."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 25, 2016 2:39:42 GMT
“Hey Clair,” Lasair spoke up in surprise. So another bird had managed to deliver the message; that was a relief. He was thankful to have another member of his guild present, especially one he hadn’t seen much as of late. He offered her a gentle smile and then raised an eyebrow to Edel’s suggestion. “I don’t think you’ve met Edelweiss before, Clairee. And while it would be nice if you could sit and chat, time is fleeing for us. I’d prefer for you to stay on my team, if only because we know each other and how to work together. I don’t mind working with this unexpected guest either,” ha paused, gesturing to Maeve. “Perhaps Eryn should stick with Edelweiss then, to keep the numbers even. I have a feeling she’d be more comfortable with her than me.” He offered a weak smile to the young girl, visions of that night he rescued Ratna playing back in his mind.
After thinking a moment, he continued. “Besides, it would be a lot less suspicious if Edel was toting around a group of children. She could claim they had gotten lost to the bathroom and were looking for another lost one. My group could use the extra muscle since we don’t exactly have that kind of excuse.”
Rava heard what Caitlin want her and Ikuze to do "ok , what kind of shiny do you want us to bring back? if I maybe suggest we could go for the crown ?" she suggested as she checked her gear one more time , she know she may have to leave her rifle somewhere if they had to carry more stuff they didn't need to carry. there was also if anything guards that may come and start fireing and making noise that would cause problem for everyone.
"If you believe you can get it off the queens head..." Caitlin made a 'go-for-it' gesture with her hands, even as she started to lead Thrak away from the other two and on toward the West Gate. The sooner they set that debacle to rights, the sooner they could regroup with Ikuze Storm and Rava indoors.
Thraks "Yub" was enough of an accord for her to continue forward. "If they really are Sveds, then they're on no one's side, which will make this a bit trickier..." They couldn't exactly put on an act, play good cop bad cop, or pretend to be one turning in the other to the authorities like they might have with an EIRAL enemy. No, there were no loyalties and no rules with the Sveds... which, strangely, made her smile.
"Just like us, in a way," She said out loud as she unsheathed her sword and blew on her fingertips, ready to cast any spell in her inventory. "You did good that day on the ship, you helped turn the tides and I am proud of you for that. You're a wonderful engineer and a loyal friend. So consider this the next step in your evolution as a Rogue... Let's see how you do on dry land." She spoke to Thrak. Without slowing down, she handed her sword over to him to take and use. "Lets start with the basics: Pointy end goes into the enemy, careful not to cut yourself." If he did, she could always drum up a health spell but for the time being she'd reserve her power for something more.... offensive.
Up ahead on the other side of the iron gate was about six silhouetted figures huddling over a gaggle of pretend "protestors" who'd been detained and tied up where she'd sent them. The rogues had their backs to the iron bars of the West Gate, the uninvited guests leaning over them with excessive amounts of rope as they tyed her men to the palace structure. The Sveds proceeded to gag the rouges for their chattiness and foul language. Caitlin wiped a tear from her eye, the apples of her cheeks budding from her smile.
"Some days they make me so proud!" She beamed loud enough to garner a bit of attention. The shrouded figures snapped their faces up to look directly at the approaching duo. She pointed sharply at two figures standing closest together and suddenly, the one began striking the other. (Deceit II: influence target’s actions as well as thoughts: used once) Then with the grace of a gymnast, she launched herself up and over the gate with a simple kinetics I spell.
"This was supposed to be a 'peaceful-protest'" Caitlin warned, before smashing her fist into one of the cloaked figures faces. That was enough time for them to get over the stunt and spring into action themselves. (all except for the one busy defending himself against his brainwashed brethren, of course). It was up to Thrak to decide how he pleased to join the party.
Lvl1 spell: (1 of 5 uses) Lvl2 spell: (1 of 4 uses)
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
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