Game: We're Still not Quite Dead Yet

"Indeed, business is made for profit. I accept the offer; I look forward to hearing from you soon."

Penance will conclude his business here, storing the spear in his bag of holding. He exits the building and straps the greatsword to his back. Afterward, he plans to visit another place of interest: the Embassy for Mechanus. (using his second teleport for the evening)

OOC: Report the incident at the bar, hoping to get inevitables running a goose chase through Baator. Also, their records would be some of the most precise available. He's hoping to gain access to files on his companions.

"Good day."

Penance accepts the pen and paper. He scribes the following:

Name: Alpha Omega Beta Zero Zero* Penance Arbiter

Purpose: Database Research and Threat Report

Reason: Possible threat assessment; Incident in Lower Ward

He returns the form to the modron.

OOC: *In symbol form...his name should be in the banks still, listed under a self-recycling file of "Active Duty"

Let me know if you need anything else.

Also, does the scry sensor lose "reception"?

Oh...do you think they serve pi(e) here? Penance is a bit hungry

Penance logs each bit of information into memory down to the last nuance. The kolyarut makes special notes of known contracts and contacts in each folder (if there are any mentioned). He then moves to check the status on Blood War operatives and intel. He'll log this list as well.

Once completed in this intel work, Penance shall seek out the Office of Sigil Affair (or some such...) to log the following description in, though under the title Anonymous Alpha Zero:

Sigil, close to Anti-peak:

Within three hours' time, an assault came against the Crossed Daggers Tavern in the Lower Ward. Grey-robed assassins raided, blocking teleportation within the perimeter of the confines, wielding holy swords with proficiency. A cornugon and other lesser baatezu perished in the battle. A band comprised of an unstable human, anarchic aasimar*, falaxugon and a mortal of fiendish descent, disbanded the hallowed warriors and mages with relative ease.

The only other important note is that these same figures were approached shortly after by a tiefling of obscure origins, offering them a job. His master will be meeting these figures at the Twelve Factols two Sigil days from now at peak. The occurance of this assignment seems too close for coincidence. I suggest a unit dispatched for closer investigation, though I expect this clandestine gathering will have high surveillance. A kolyarut has been dispatched over a former contract, but I suggest further reinforcement. Possible infringement into the Codices of the realm suspected, including rumor of fugitives from the Blood War. And thus, my anonymity is necessary due to proximity of mission.

-Anonymous Alpha Zero

Penance leaves soon after delivering this letter, heading for another fiend bar (or to find any contacts mentioned in the reports).

OOC: *I think he said Aasimar.

OOC: Oh, I only wanted his race for the letter description; I don't think Penance would be out of that hall if he tried to go Aasimar: A...b...c..

Yes, the Styxman should be nice. Oh, Penance will be a falaxugon in regal attire

OOC: I was serious about the bar and alias. Julix Baren at your service.

OOC: Oops. My bad.

Hm...yeah, let me rethink that a bit.

OOC: If the Ministry of Immortal Affairs is within reasonable distance, the kolyarut will walk that way, disguised first as a hulking planar orc (not hard with his weapons) of noble bearing. When he gets near the office, he'll find a suitable spot and morph in a falxugon in fine attire (weapons stored in his bag of holding).

Intriguing, his mechanic identity certainly puts Penance in a different light …

After scouring Acheron establishments for a while, Canzonzabar decides to move on to public libraries that include works on recognized outer planar forces [such will be concentrated in the Clerk’s Ward, right?]. Disguised as a simple planar human mage, he walks among the tomes of lore within these halls, seeking out books that deal with the Forces of Law, namely the inevitables and the caste known as kolyaruts. The falxugon conducts basic brief research on their trademarks and abilities, taking notes as needed.

Should there be no problems in this endeavour, Canzon settles for now on what data has been collected, heads home, and writes a profile of Penance to be stored similarly to Min’s.

With folded fingers, the harvester devil leans back in a padded chair in his study. No lights are on, he finds a soothing comfort in resting in darkness, his sight perfectly attuned to the shadows. Canzonzabar allows himself a moment’s recreation, and employs a spell of mage hand to pour himself a draught of Baatorian Firewine using naught but the power of his mind. The taste is familiar and soothing to his kind, and he savours the taste while resting his sight on a painting depicting gruesome torment of petitioners in Mentiri.

Hmm, and what of the jester? The gelugon was right, he is a source of plausible deniability, yet he also introduces an unstable element that could potentially jeapordize the mission. I had better learn a bit about that barmy.

Canzonzabar recalls that the hamatula chief of security noted Drum to be a big spender at the Crossed Daggers. Seeing as how the inn is currently closed, the baatezu ponders on which other long-time patrons spend a great deal of time at the inn beyond staff members.

OOC:
Basically, Canzon wants to track down someone who spends big money and lots of time in the Crossed Daggers, hoping they can tell him a thing or two about Drum, or drop leads to better sources.

Canzonzabar decides to drop a visit by one of the erinyes staff members and tries to track her down in the guise of an osyluth, playing on their roles of policing and monitoring other baatezu. If he can’t find her or she proves occupied with a diabolical task, he seeks out other staff members until he can find one available for a little chat.

Approaching the subject when this opportunity presents itself, the “bone devil” sends:

“Greetings, warm one, I am known as Tsephelius. You work in the Crossed Daggers, correct? I have been dispatched to collect statements for the ongoing investigation of the attack last evening, and I need your recollection of a particular patron that was present during the incident: an unruly human-like jester who goes by the name of Su’oure Drum.”

OOC:
Disguise to act in character.
Diplomacy to gain cooperation.

“Tsephelius” sways his insectile tail in satisfaction, correlated to the movements of Canzon’s own tail.

“Very well, a few more questions if you please. Does he have any known relations or hideouts? Is his specie confirmed to be human? Similarly dressed associates have been spotted with the subject, would you have any information on these individuals? The subject have further been noted to use the word or name “Kharasta” on several accounts – does this mean anything to you?”

OOC:

Nodding to the fellow fiend, the “osyluth” moves on:

“Hmm, I see… Let me ask you of another subject that has come to our attention. A heavily bandaged humanoid by the name of Bruce Maxson from a material world known as Epis Prime or Atii. Presumably more than four centuries old and have engaged in spelljammer travel on a ship by the name of Darrow. The subject has displayed significant arcane or psionic might, and has been noted to exhibit somewhat neurotic behaviour”.

“Tsephelius” goes on to give a full description of Bruce.

“Then that will be all. Your cooperation is satisfactory and will be noted in my report. Good day, miss.

The “bone devil” parts with the erinyes in a business-like fashion, heads off, then teleports to near Canzonzabar’s home. The devil drops the disguise in private, returns home, and scribes what he has gained on Drum.

Canzonzabar puts down his quill and reviews his recently created profiles an extra time, jotting down a few extra remarks as recollections float up to his mind.

Good, good, this will do for the time being, a devil must keep his records in order.

The falxugon stretches his frame, a bit weary of all this writing, and trails around the house to look for a good book to pass the time. Settling for a biography on Bel, describing his rapid rise in power to Lord of the First and legendary Blood War campaigns, Canzon sits in a good chair and soaks up the lore until morning comes.

By the time Trift is up and have regained his strength after a warrior’s breakfast, the falxugon instructs him to prepare healing spells to cure his master of the wounds from the inn.

OOC:
Yep, Canzon is done with intel, next point for him will be to sell off the loot.

Penance spends his evening polishing his newly acquired weapons and thinking of new tactics with these supplies. When the voice chimes in his head, the kolyarut replies in voice familiar to the crew. "I shall gladly join you...I hope the others make it as well."

OOC: Did she leave any time frame? I didn't catch when to go..