If you don't know what this is yet lurk moar, you'll be averting your eyes in no time. Now where were we?
We last left off with the party barging on in a very irate Kiynen who has recently laid a clutch of 5 eggs and is still sensitive about it. Still, no one died in the process and Addy seems to have sworn fealty to them,... whatever that's about. So we return to the party,... who has already split up with Tracy venturing to Cardashil to try and find a lead on the elvenniggers who keep jacking their shit. Infernius has been assisting Slovenia in felling trees and reinforcing the outer wall of Durpistan. Torcuil has been getting bantzed by Snek, and a bunch of stuff I'm probably forgetting and will get shit on reminded of.
With no further adieu,....
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Tracy begins by scouting the city in stealth, taking inventory of her active cards, and keeping a wide radius from any Shazbots.
>>66674Outside the city there's the consistent line of entrants, however the line is moging MUCH more slowly, and in fact several of those in line have taken to carrying bedrolls and small tent structures.
>"I'M BORED"
"Well why don't you find something to do rather than BITCH ENDLESSLY"
>"Well what are you doing?"
"Currently? Heading to the tavern to try and get information"
>"I'm coming"
"Fine, but don't shoot anyone"
>>66675She decides to turn invisible and slowly gravitates towards the front of the line, hoping to listen in on any changes to security.
As she does so, she checks her cards to see if they're still valid.
>>66677Toward the front of the line, several of those in line are arguing with the entrance attendants. Apparently now that there isn't a warehouse full of nasty undead things to placate, Cardashil has gotten more picky about who (and why) new entrants are accepted. This has not been taken well by many of the petitioners.
>>66678"Well buck this.." Tracy curses silently, solemnly promising herself that she'll never wait in another line again.
Still invisible, she circles around the perimeter of the dome, searching for any new hazards before she cuts her way in.
[1d20+21 = 33]>>66679Rolling Search to examine the architecture, I guess.
>>66676Meanwhile, Torcuil and Snek arrive at the tavern, which tho sparsely occupied (its the middle of the day!), has a few chatty older fellows.
>>66680Tracy discovers a hidden door, recently installed. It has a small message carved into it. It says "Oh FFS go inside, the party is on friendly terms with Cardashil Xp"
>>66681Tracy makes her way into the city, activating her mask to disguise herself as Gorplemonger while remaining invisible (because why not?).
She trots deeper into the city in stealth, avoiding bots and becoming familiar with notable locations, observing her phone-thing for guidance.
She looks for one of the teleportation gates.
>>66682Is there any particular area she is looking for? She has access to all the common areas of the city, as well as the domiciles of the individuals who's IDs she appropriated.
>>66681Torc heads over to the most populated table of the tavern, and begins to talk with the men.
Meanwhile, Snek tries a shot of everything the tavern has.
>>66683Is there an information kiosk?She breaks into Gorplemonger's apartment and takes all of his stuff.
"That fat ass from earlier mentioned something about the museum.. Maybe I should check around there.. I wonder how many levels to this place there are." she wonders to herself, as she helps herself to gaudy clothes.
"Anyway I bet those charcoal weirdos are hiding somewhere deep. I'm gonna need a better card.." she thinks to herself, as she travels towards the shopping district, where she assumes she can find some classier targets.
>>66684Should I have Snek roll a fortitude save, or should I assume that he's gonna keep going till he's fux0red?
Meanwhile, the old timers welcome Torcuil, recognizing him immediately.
>>66685Gorplemonger has absolutely horrible taste in clothes and decor, his belongings are entirely unappealing,... unless ur gay or something. Xp
>>66686Okay then, after determining nothing of value, Tracy decides to look for some place fancier.
Is there a jewelry shop?
>>66687Of course, it has quite the reputation amongst the Shills (that's what I'm calling citizens of Cardashil). Following the directions indicated by the ID, Tracy approaches a large and shiny structure with the name "Jared" in fancy lettering.
>>66688Tracy approaches the shop slowly, still invisible, sizing up the security system before she enters.
[1d20+15 = 27]>>66686Snek's going until he's fucked.
Torc goes ahead and has some friendly conversation with them, not having many friends that are...
similar for lack of a better word. Though he's really listening the most when the topic turns to big events around the port, or stories of foriegn lands.
>>66689The security seems minimal, as though there's robots with flammenwerfers running around outside.
>>66690Snek succeeds.
"Foreign lands? Can't help 'ye there lad. We've been fishing here our whole lives. I was gonna be an adventurer once, until I took an arrow in the leg. Can't say any of us know what to tell 'ye. There are foreign lands though, that I hearded." the other men nod their heads thoughtfully.
>>66691Torc realizes this was the wrong place to go for this type of information, but sticks around for a while longer.
>>66692"What're ye looking for exactly? Maybe there's something we know, but we're too simple to make the connection?"
>>66691Tracy hides in an alley, and changes her disguise, assuming the likeness of a hoo-man version of herself, in a black dress.
She strides confidently into the shop, checking out the merchandise and taking note of the customers.
She approaches the front desk.
"Hello. Do you carry blood diamonds?"
>>66693"Well, sorry for not making myself clear. I was wondering I anyone knew anything about lands belonging to elves or dwarves for example."
Torc tries to continue, but Snek interrupts with drunk hissing. It only stops once Torc reverts Snek to a staff.
"Sorry about that"
>>66694The cashier looks around nervously. "Why no,... we would never carry conflict diamonds? Why would you ask?" unconvincing smile.
>>66695"Ah, don't sweat it lad. If yer wanting to know about the elves and dwarves, well everyone knows that they've got their own lands beyond the Sil wall.
>>66696"Sil wall? Thank you for the help"
Torc buys a round of drinks and jokes around a bit before heading to the port library.
>>66696"Oh, pardon me; I meant to say
blue diamonds, totally." Tracy says, her tone now hushed
>>66698"Ah yes,
blue diamonds!
ha... ha Yes, of course!" shows display case, "These here have been honestly and legitimately sourced, by little fairies who magic little dew-drops into diamonds, and definitely
not by cruel and abusive slave labor!" the cashier beams.
>>66697"Ah, thank ye lad. But could ye bring back yer snake friends? He's a riot!"
>>66700"Oh I'm sure he'll be back soon"
>>66699"Hmmm, yes, yes.. It's quite difficult to find 'blue' diamonds these days, especially in pairs." Tracy says pompously, her eyes wandering over the display.
Just to get a picture. How many customers are in this shop?
>>66702IDK, 3? Its not a busy day.
>inb4 a defenseless Shill gets roasted
Tracy looks over the diamonds hinting at a vague disappointment.
"Hmmm.. I was looking for something a bit bluer.." she says "Think you could check in the back for a few minutes? I need to call my agent, so I'll be in the ladies room."
And with that, she walks off to the restroom, hiding a confident smile
>>66707After entering the restroom, she finds a stall and activates her ring of invisibility, unless she passes anyone on the way there.
>>66707"Please, take your time."
>>66708No, there is no one in the bathroom
Torc heads to the library and looks for the Sil Wall on a map.
>>66709After becoming invisible, Tracy leaves the restroom, sneaks outside, and approaches one of the other customers.
[1d25 = 6]>>66711Rolling to steal shill's identity.
>>66713After retrieving her prize, Tracy quickly retreats to the restroom and examines its level of access.
>>66713"Oh my, these random pieces of polished unprecious metal are to *die* for!" says the customer, as Tracy swipes her shit.
>>66673"wood horse me need help setting up outpost at sil wall."
>>66716"Odd, you seem less Natsoc than usual,..."
>>66717"it happen when fags power go out."
>>66716"At the
Sil wall? I thought this was going to be a
LOCAL development!" Slovenia is not pleased.
>>66720"oh relax it just watchtower and barracks."
>>66714>>66715"Hmmm.. looks like another dud.. I'm gonna need a bigger fish." Tracy mutters to herself in the stall before leaving the bathroom, this time no longer invisible.
She returns to the front desk.
"Anything of interest in stock?"
>>66721Still slightly offended. "Even so, this will require a significantly greater amount of wood! I swear,...." she mutters going back to her drawing board.
