Game: Great minds think alike

OOC: feel free to jump in.

To Blackthornes and Ian, Ophelia whispers,"Come now... for now we are all on the same page. We are going to do that job that was asked of us. We need to put all other things, including assasination attempts, aside right now. We HAVE to learn to trust each other, or someone may end up dead because we didn't work together as a team." She hooks her scrawny arms through each of their arms and smiles warmly.

*accepting ophelias arm, and talking to ophelia*
"yeah, I haven't been able to keep my eye off that... how did you get that nasty scar Ophelia?"

*To Ophelia*
"ahh......Toril, you know ophelia you are the first person i've met here that speaks of my homeland........how i long to visit the uthgardt again, how I long to see the look in the amnish guards' eyes as I escape thier clutches again......... those were the days. Ophelia, have you returned to toril sense you came here? Oh, how i wish for just a day I could gaze upon the silver marches."

"Me? I'm a Cager. As far as I know, I was born here. I don't remember a lot from my early childhood, but when I was about four or five my mum... I don't know. All I know is she was gone. I joined up with the Light Boys for a while, but after a few years I got into a fight with a couple of the others, and I left. I spent the next few years making kip in a couple of the run down houses near the edge of the Slags. Not actually in the bloody place, mind you, but close enough that most right-minded berks stay away."
"I performed odd jobs for some of the local merchants, just to earn some jink, you know? But I usually had to steal for a living. Lucky for me, most of the clueless are dumb enough to trust kids, so I..." Ian looks at the present company. "Uh... anyway. So one day, I go to pick this one chap's pocket, and get caught. I coulda sworn he was gunna just shiv me there. But the thing is, I almost got his moneypouch, And I had already stolled a ring of his. He was impressed, told me I had talent, and tought me to be a professional theif. It wasn't until my seventeenth year that he finally introduced me into the Assassin's Guild."
"And thats pretty much it. I killed people for a living." Ian looks around. "But I had morals. I never killed kids, for one. And I always charged high enough to kill women that most sods went to someone else. I was was always quick. I knew plenty of guild members that just loved to make people die slow, real barmy killers, you know? But I always tried to do it as painless as possible. No need to torture them, thats not really a part of the job. A quick poison that kills them in their sleep, that was my favored method."
"But thats all gone to the loths now, the harmonium busted up the guild just a couple days ago. I don't know how many got out. So i'm just laying low for the time being.'

Ian, looking at Blackthornes, thinks to himself. Yes, as soon I find a portal to your precious prime, I'll make sure you go through it. Toril... Elemental Plane of Ooze... so similar.

Ophelia whispers, "Yes, going back to Toril would be... would be great. I guess I just gave up on it so long ago...." she gets a far away look in her eyes. Then they clear up sharp as a fox's. "How long should we wait for this cat-man?"

OOC: Where are you Dread Pirate Swan? We miss you!

Ohalian thinks down the connection, Yes, he disappeared, and the volume is much better. Now, I'll assume you'll want to know everything I do about Sigil?

When they respond with the affirmative, he'll begin telling the guy on the other line everything he knows about Sigil, the Planes, the beliefs and culture of the locals (including the Factions and the local's belief in 'magic', and the nature of that which he's observed of the latter so far), and will advise them to begin scanning the building they're housing the AI in for any sort of anomalies that might indicate a portal, given that he can't think of much else that would allow this sort of communication.

It's about that time when he'll arrive at the neat little house in the Clerk's Ward that he and his girlfreind live in. Pulling out the key she gave him, he unlocks the door and slips in, locking the door behind him and scanning the room for any irregularities as he does so. It's not that he's expecting trouble, but old habits die hard, and a degree of paranoia can save your life.

"Rose? You home?"

OOC: Sorry about the gap in posting for me, guys. A storm caused a powersurge that fried my family's networking equipment, bringing down our home network until we bought a replacement for them today.

Ian straightens up. "Well... I dont know about the others, but I know what we need for the stealth bit. The sphere of invisibilty spell. We wont be invisible to each other, which is a plus. But we would have to stick close together to all remain invisible, so it might not be a bad idea to get two of them, so we can spread out a little."
"Problem is, its not exactly a simple spell. So unless we can find a used wand that being sold for cheap, we'll have to but some sort of scroll or charm."
"Unless you are all okay with some less... honest means of aquisition." Ian says smiling, an impish look in his eyes.

*Ophelia rolls her eyes in a sarcastic manner, then smiles*

"I have no problem with either of you two going off to do that... I just do NOT want to be involved. Besides, are you two sure you can cooperate for that long?" she laughs quietly when she says the last part.

*Then she takes her arms from theirs and taps them both on the back.*

"What about him?" she whispers to only Ian and Blackthornes, hooking a thumb in the direction of the Masked Gnoll.

*to Ian*
" Good point, I don't think we want to tangle with the harmonium unless we absolutely have to...... those guys aren't exactly the nicest cagers around."

Ohalian mutters "Aquila", and then places the ring in one of his pouches, before grabbing a pot of ink, a quill, and a sheet of parchment.

Dear Rose,
Don't underestimate me, sweetie. I can take care of myself, and I made my living dealing with criminal types for years.

I'll be away for a few days, on a job to a plane called Baator. I think that's one of the Lower Planes you told me about. I'll be fine, don't worry. Here's what downpayment I've managed to aquire, and I hope it will cover my portion of the rent.

Once I'm back, I'll see what I can do to help with your situation, if it hasn't been resolved by then.

Love,
Ohalian

He'll then put the letter in the same place as Rose's one, and then place the bag with the payment's he's acquired so far on top of it.

He'll then hurry to the Market Ward, running along the rooftops of Sigil, as he reckons it'll be faster than walking along its twisting streets.

OOC: He's got a +17 bonus on Jump checks, and a +11 bonus on Balance checks. He'll be taking 10, so he should be able to run along rooftops (DC 10-20, depending on level of obstruction and slipperyness) with full speed, unless he gets attacked by something and needs to make a check. His jump skill means that he can jump 27 feet horizontally and 6 feet vertically (+8 feet vertical reach, so he can jump onto ledges up to 14 feet up and pull himself up) without needing to make a check.

Tigerfury hops off the roof of a nearby building, and walks over to the group.

"Hello, folks! I hope I haven't missed much..."

Ohalian accepts the bag, stowing its contents among the pouches he's wearing under his coat.

Well, I've already got 2 month's worth of violet rations, but these fruit things will probably keep me from dipping into that supply.

When asked about the man in leather by Ian, he'll smirk, and reply, "Don't worry, he's gone. I could give you the full story, but I doubt you'd understand it."

Ohalian grins.

"Okay."

He'll then begin telling Ian the story of what happened, deliberately obfuscating it with as much technobabble and as many acronyms as he possibly could.

Ian sits there, wading through the torrent of unfamiliar words, untill Ohailian stops. "So, you arnt crazy, the man in leather never existed, and he was caused by some thing that went barmy with all of that... stuff." Ian guestures toward Ohailains cyberware. "Thats what your telling me, right?"

OOC: There has to be some advantage to having an 18 intelligence.

"Oh, I still have no idea about most of what you just said. But its only the effects that matter, anyway." Ian says.
"So! lets be off. A friendly fiend awaits!"

"On days that end with y? Yes. But lets just say that Akin isnt your typical fiend. He's either a nice guy, or a damn fine actor. Either way, he can proably get us what we need, and for cheap."

"A couple group invisibility charms, some mind shielding, and a bit of flame protection." Ian says. "I hope you already have some form of some of those, because we're stretching our jink as it is."

*blackthornes follows them as well*

"Well, mt clothing utilized adaptive camofluage, which aids me considerably with hiding, though it doesn't give me anything close to invisibility. As for the flame protection... well, I heal really, really fast, so most fires aren't strong enough to hurt me for long. The mind protection... well, I'm a survivor, but even so, it could come in handy.

OOC: The fatigues give him a +5 bonus to hide checks in areas with the appropriate backround (urban camo in urban areas, forest camo in forest areas, etc.), though it doesn't let him hide in plain sight like invisibility would. I've also got Fast Healing 10, and the ability to add 3d6 (pick the highest) to my saving throws at the cost of an Action Point (which are lost permanently, gained during level up, and of which I currently have 10).

"Actually, no. Those only create a small bubble of air around your head. So, you wont drown, and you cant be effect by poison gas, but it really doesnt have any protective qualities." Ian says. He reaches up to his neck, and holds a brass medallion etched with arcane runes. "I have one too."

Ian looks at Ohailian. Hes unfamiliar with the term Tear Gas, but he understands the concept of poison gas well enough.

"So, no using that gas around the rest of the party. By the way, exactly what does Tear gas do? Because most fiends are immune to poison, so thats more likley to hurt us than them."

"Under normal circumstances, I'd say yes. But they're rather expensive, and not of much use were we're going. If things get bad, Ill let you use mine. I've developed a bit of a resistance to most poisons over the years. Comes with the job, really." Ian says.