Chapter 2-8: An Explosive Entrance And Exit [For A Better Age]

Chain smiles, for the first time in awhile he misses Autocthonia: Not the oppression or repression, but being with the people.


"I like the cold and the building is- was pretty. All else is just civic duty. For what happened, you should guess instead of me now, but the people inside might know more. There is trouble other-where?"


He hands off the captured culprits then helps with the evacuation and stabilization of the injured, or the transportation of the deceased.


Seeing dead bodies without soul gems concerns Chain, he has adjusted to not seeing them in the everyday, but when they should be so important for the dead it weighs on his mind. How can their families know piece?
 
Calypso


Wincing as the last of the building gives up the ghost and collapses with a groan behind them, Calypso is as relieved as anyone to be out of there. The soot staining her face contrasts sharply against her pale skin and only manages to turn her a shade of grey.


"We'll deal with Ofran, don't worry." Calypso says firmly, before taking another look around to see what other dangers may lay around.


"Narrante," the demon girl says with a turn of her head, "I'm going to make sure everything is safe here. You're more agile and stealthier than me, though. Please, go to the docks and make sure Ofran's ship doesn't leave. He can't get away with this." She says, almost hissing through her teeth on those last words.


(Any other dangers for them to deal with? Otherwise, dockward-ho!)
 
Narrante


The smoke seared Narrante's eyes and lungs, but Calypso's aid made it possible to see through the haze, and the heat dissappated somewhat as the unnecessary timbers were taken apart with incredible precision. Narrante kept ahead of Calypso, and was the first to spot the bound Iceholders. She picked out the face of Contractor among the bunch, even, making her wonder at the courage of the villains to snatch a man so deeply involved with the city's Exalts on the eve of a dinner with them.


The ninja girl's golden blade severed the ropes with ease, and she directed them back the way she had come, unable to call out with the smoke in her lungs. The way out of the building is no easier than the way in, however, Narrante rescuing a couple of the women from falling wreckage in a desperate dive before they could scurry out of the warehouse. As they emerged from the hole Calypso cut into the side of the structure, Narrante stagged and coughed, her hair singed and breath seeming to burn in her lungs.


It seemed a Solar was stronger than a bit of inhaled, smoke, however, as she managed to recover while she caught her breath. She could feel the heat on her back as the building started to cave in entirely, the fire flaring up as air was pushed out of the structure, but they had made it safely away. Narrante was steadying her breathing, listening to the claims of Contractor, when Calypso turned to her.


Narrante nodded silently, unaware of who this Ofran was, but she figured it wouldn't be hard to spot a vessel trying to leave in the middle of the night. Taking a moment to steady herself, she shut her eyes and breathed, gathering her strength. The night was looking to be a very long one. At last, she ran to the nearest building and, oddly enough, placed her boot on its wall rather than her hand. With a casual ease, she shifted her plane of gravity and was running up the vertical surface, pausing only to swing herself up onto the roof when she reached it. Heading towards the docks she had arrived on earlier in the day, Narrante ran through the cold night are, the city illuminated by the many fires which had sprung up.


((Assuming there's not other pressing matters here, but can edit post if needed)
 
Chain


The young guard officer sighs in frustration, and nods. “Some rogue Valhal warrior attacked near the city walls. Set a bunch of flammables we had set up for the city’s defense there on fire, and caused a considerable amount of damage, and loss in life. They even attacked the guardhouse tower for the city’s gate, and were likely going to try and open it, but we managed to stop them in their tracks right there. Luckily we were prepared for a surprise attack there, though we didn’t expect it from the direction it came.†The officer lets out an involuntary shudder. “I hate to think what would have happened if we had not stopped them and they did something stupid like let the Varajtul right on in with Bjarn, Asyk, and the others gone.†He points to the warehouse district and then to the smaller growing fire at the docks district. “And the warehouse and docks district look like they were hit by the same problems as here at the palace and wall.â€


Graven looks down at one of the cloaked figures that Chain captured, and scratches under his helmet in aggravation. “This is not making a lick of sense. Rogue Valhal warriors attacked at the wall, but these fellows look like they are Iceholders. On top of the explosions and fires, I have been hearing talk of demons and sorcerers, and everything else. I honestly don’t have a clue exactly what is going on. It’s just madness.†He motions for more men to help with the ruins and the people within. “Anyways, we can work out exactly what happened once we help the survivors, and make sure there isn’t anyone else trying to cause trouble. Hopefully we are not having any more surprises for tonight.â€


A couple of the guards take Chain’s prisoners into custody to be dealt with. The guards, citizens, and Chain cautious go through the ruins to try and find survivors. And then the dead. Bucket brigades form to try and put the fires out in the palace and the surrounding buildings also caught in the explosion. As Chain goes through the palace he quickly finds out that the mysterious figures had been indiscriminate in their attack as he finds a pair of huddled dead children likely ran through by spears in one room. The attack brings up far too many memories of attacks committed by those infected by the Void. Corpses of citizens, palace guards, cloaked figures, and others litter the hallways and rooms of nearly half the palace, and the damage from the fight is quite extensive.


By the looks of it the palace guards made a good account of themselves despite the surprise and viciousness of the attack, but it had been at a heavy toll. And based on confused accounts of people talking to each other as they try to sort through the carnage caused by the attack, even then the attack had not been stonewalled until a bulk of the attackers slammed up into the Exalted guarding the Duke at the time. There is even talk of sorcery, gods, and demons being involved in the vicious fight.


Chain help is greatly appreciated as he is able to navigate the more ruined and dangerous portions of the palace. The principles of saving people in the ruins much the same as saving people trapped in the wreckage of Autochthon from one disaster or another. He saves people trapped under rubble, helps safely deal with now dangerous portions of the building so that people are not crushed or burned by rubble as they try to help, and help stabilize people threatened by their injuries. Overall Chain does much to save those in danger, and prevents further deaths and injuries by those citizens bravely trying to save their own.


When most of the ugly business is finished, the young officer approaches Chain once again He removes his helmet and extends a hand to the Alchemical The preferred means of welcoming and showing friendship in the North from Chain’s experiences. At least among the common folk. “Thank you for your help here. By the way, my name is Graven. Sorry for my rudeness earlier.†He looks around at the carnage surrounding them. “But it wasn’t exactly the best of times to get me in a good mood. I hate to ask more of you. But we could use a skilled individual such as yourself for the defense of the city against the cannibals outside. Looking at what happened here. I think we are going to need all the help we could get. The good news just keep right on rolling in.


Calypso & Narrante


OOC
There are no more immediate dangers. All other fighting has died down, and the people in the area are trying to put out the fires and keep them from spreading through traditional means available to them. [OOC] “Please, do not let that monster get away with this,†begs Contractor before he is seized by another cough fit caused by the smoke he had inhaled earlier. “Likely he went for the Serendipity. Although it’s a merchant ship, it is probably the fastest ship in the harbor at the moment given nearly everything else in the harbor are fishing vessels. And most of them small besides.†He turns sadly at the burning warehouses, and what likely makes up a large proportion of his investments going up in flames. “I’ll see what I can do here,†he says exhaustively as he walks over to try and organize people to try and deal with the disaster that had been inflicted on them. -------------------- Narrante quickly scales the building she first runs into, and begins to run along the roofs of Icehold’s. Skillfully jumping from roof to roof as she tries to make the best time can to the docks. Calypso follows more slowly along the city streets. Crowded with people and as she notices as she runs along, the occasional freshly dead body. Narrante is the first to arrive at the docks, and quickly runs to the pier where she remembers the Guild merchant ship Serendipity was docked. She finds dead sailors, dock laborers, dock guards, Valhal warriors, and others strewed along the docks. Only a couple of people seem to be alive from a vicious assault. Much of the docks and a few of the ships, have been set afire. Out at sea Narrante can see the silhouette of the vessel she came into Icehold on. The Serendipity is slowly sailing away from the harbor. Nearly a thousand yards out to sea. Narrante and Calypso recognize a man badly injured from a slashing wound across the abdomen leaning sitting down and leaning against one of the poles for the pier, coughing up blood in pain.
 
Narrante


It would've been amusing if not for the wickedness of the evening. Narrante had arrived on the Serendipity that afternoon, and now it was her target. She was practically unobstructed as she moved across the rooftops, her only concern that of Calypso having a more difficult time pursuing. Urgency far outweighed courtesy, though, and the young ninja left the demon behind.


Racing out to the docks, Narrante grimaced at the sight of dead men all over. Warriors, guards, and simple workers seemed to have been cut down with equal impunity. There was one person still drawing ragged breath, however, down in the sand. She called out to Calypso who was catching up, signaling her with a wave before dropping down to the beach below.


Narrante winced at the sight of the wound; she was no healer, but perhaps her companion had the skill. "Can you help him?" she wondered as Calypso approached, turning her gaze out to the sea. "I'll take care of Ofran."
 
Anoké Jandro


"Thanks!" Anoké says, breathing in relief as the others handily deal with the remaining men. He hauls the cloaked man to his feet, and pins him against the wall next to the sorcerer. "Walks, is there a healer or chirurgeon for your wife anywhere in this palace? If we don't have one available just tell me the nearest in the city and I'll make sure she gets there. In the meantime..." he presses harder against the cloaked man, and throws a nasty glare at the sorcerer.


"In the meantime, the two of you decide if you want to be forthcoming with information, or if you want to play a game, instead." His free hand settles on his knife. "The way it would work is: for every true answer you give me, you lose a finger. For every one you don't," he fixes them with a sadistic, predatory grin, "I pulverize a random body part."
 
Calypso


Giving an unhappy nod to Contractor, Calypso sets off towards the dock. She is well aware just how much the man has likely lost to Ofran, and she only hopes he can recover. Finances aside, however, lifes are far more directly on line, both now and in the future, and she finds it easier to push finances out of her mind with each body she passes on the way.


Cursing inwardly that the ship is already adrift, Calypso's attention is caught by the badly injured man on the dock. As Narrante offers to go after Ofran, she nods her consent.


"Alright, but take no risks you don't need to." She tells Narrante, before looking back to the injured man.


"Hello!" She calls to the injured man, approaching him. "I'm here to help." She informs him, moving over and gently placing a hand on his shoulder and turning him, moving his arms so she can get a better look at the wound. Before long, she is carefully doing her best to undo what damage she can.


(Int + Medicine = 8,8,7,4,2,7 - 4 successes. Calypso is using Mind-Hand Manipulation, so I figure that greatly accelerates any application here)
 
Calypso & Narrante


As the two Exalted woman looks down at the man and more closely look at him they recognize him as Captain Dreg. The captain of the vessel now making its way out of the port. He is halfway delirious from his wounds and blood loss as Calypso gets to work on him. The Green Sun Princess immediately uses her telekinetic hands to stem the dangerous blood loss. After stabilizing the man she looks around, seeing all the materials she needs. She crafts some sailing sheets into threads, and uses them to deafly start sewing his various wounds up.


As Calypso works on the man to save his life, Dregs starts to mumble to the two. He fights through his pain and wounds to speak. “Care…dangerous…came so suddenly. Couldn’t stop…kills the crew…that monster…nearly killed me…didn’t bother…to finish job…But something was wrong…something wrong with him…†The man suddenly lurches up to grab Calypso roughly by the arms. “Something terrible about him….madness, something inhuman…something…consumed him.†He looks into Calypso’s eyes with complete fear. “Scared his thugs shitless…glad to barely see myself...entombed by jade…as they pulled out…don’t follow…just destroy them all…only curses…only curses on that ship now…†The man tries to maintain consciousness as he is overcome by pain.


OOC
Stuff for Anoke and crew coming up next. [OOC]
 
Narrante


The young woman lurked just long enough to hear the Captain, as she realized belatedly, give his painful announcement. This Ofran seemed like someone to be careful around; she had no idea what he looked like, but somehow doubted she would have trouble spotting him. She offered a silent prayer for the Captain to recover, but no more, wordlessly charging down the beach. It looked like she was going to set to swimming, but this was far from the case.


Narrante's boots did not pass through the water. As if she weighed only as much as the wind, the young Exalt moved across the water like it were firm granite. She bounded over the waves with little difficulty, and was soon shrinking into the distance, pursuing the silhouette of the Serendipity. With her dark cloak, it was exceedingly difficult to spot her on the black waters.


It was a long run, but Narrante was used to running. And she was patient. Her eyes were set on the ship as it fled. The merchant vessel was faster than a fishing ship, but the Exalt knew she was gaining ground. Water. Something.


At long last, she reached the Serendipity. Moving along silently until she was near the bow, she crawled up the hull and clung to the edge of its deck. She lingered there for a few moments, steadying her breathing after the long run, before she peeked up over the edge to get a feel for the situation.
 
Jorik


After making sure to clear a passage for the Duke and his wife to the local healer he comes back to the sight of Anoke pinning a man to the wall knife to him. "That's one way to skin a cat..." The creepy old saying sliping past his tongue involuntarily. Threatening with a side of worse had it's moments. Time to play nice solar to Anokes Anathema.


He leaned up Against the wall and stared at the man. "First to talk gets off lighter than the other... Of course we always need to figure out if the information is correct, and my friend here is good at that." He smiles and let's the feel of Anokes rough edged personality bear onto the two captives. "If you want to be co operative, I can take you off and we can talk. If you want to stay and go through with an evening with my friend here, just spit at one of us." Giving that last sentence the proper warning tone.


Now all he needed was to wait for that to sink in. They were caught, in the hands of beings with incomprehensible powers, and one was looking like he was going to have a lot of fun exploring their mortal shell.
 
Duke’s Palace Study


When Anoke asks the Duke if they have a healer, Walks nods in confirmation. “We do. She should be here in the palace. Possibly hold up in her room. Assuming she hasn’t been murdered,†he says gloomily.


Vanessa steps up. “I can escort them to where their healer is located. I should be able to handle any riffraff that are still hiding. I will come back or send someone in the event she is not available to help.†Vanessa leads the way for mortals in the room to head out, and seek the healer.


Seeing what the two Solar’s are doing, Horizon smiles a wicked grin. “You know something? I like games.†He pulls the man he has in his clutches away from the wall. “Here is what I say. I’m going to take one of you away, and leave the other one with these two delightful fellows. They get to talk to each other separately. If we find any…creative differences between your stories. Well…let’s just say we won’t be happy. Also there can be incentives for those who are the best yappers.†Horizon slams his prison back into wall, and gets right into his face. “Because let’s face it, we own your two. You are ours to do with as we like. I can’t necessarily speak for these two, but I have seven hundred years of experience, and a very imaginative mind. I can think of a lot of things to do to you two.â€


Assuming that Anoke and Jorik do not disagree, Horizon drags his prisoner off to leave Jorik and Anoke alone with theirs.


The man in Anoke’s hold looks around desperately. Seeing no escape from his predicament and Anoke’s iron grip. “I-I-I-I-I’ll talk! Just don’t hurt me! I’ll tell you whatever you want to know! What do you want to know!†The man has a look of terror on his face. A man caught between two dangerous predators, and nowhere to go.


Narrante


When Narrante reaches the boat and looks onto the deck she sees a half dozen men and women hurriedly moving about the ship. Four of them seem to be busy arguing about what exactly they should be doing. Arguing about how best to get the ship moving faster, where they should go, and other matters. Three Valhal’s go down below deck, and start to dump supplies over the side of the ship. A final Valhal can be seen floating in and out of consciousness. Seeming to have suffered some kind of wound along her ribs.


OOC
I will need a stealth check for Narrante. Valhal Awareness + Perception: [URL="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2757585/"]1d10=1, 1d10=8, 1d10=2, 1d10=7[/URL] = 2 successes[OOC]
 
Chain looks down at the man's hand: This could serve as an ample opportunity to get close to the Exalted he has been hearing so much about, as well as helping him in his personal business- or it could just prove to be a dangerous distraction... but it has been good to be of service to the people again. Chain grasps the man's out-stretched arm with his large hand and speaks jovially,


"I have personal matters- that can wait! To have personal matters is great difficult when blue gremlins kill everyone. It would be great service to help your people."
 
Narrante


Eep! Should've done something before looking...Not a smart move. Will try...First Stealth Excellency. Let's try spending three motes from her Personal pool, so that'd be eight dice...


4 6 4 9 4 5 10 1 = 3 successes


That should do the trick, so she'll top it off by using her anima power to hide herself. Spending from Peripheral there.


Personal: 14


Peripheral: 20
 
Calypso


"Shhhh..." Calypso whispers, as she lays the man down carefully on an stretcher of solid light that forms beneath him. "Rest now. You'll be alright." She informs him quietly, and swiftly moves him to other people gathering the victims of the attack and bringing them to safety. Her duty fulfilled to the injured man, she returns to the water's edge.


Waiting a moment, Calypso approaches the beach and takes a deep breath. She's tried this technique before, but never... Never in a situation like this. Glancing at the water, Calypso shivers as if nipped at by the icy night air. She looks at the moon briefly, and then it reflecting on the obsidian mirror below. She puts a foot over the edge of the dock, shivering as it nears the inky abyss, before springing back. Her hands reflexively grasp at the dock supports, quaking as she pulls back from the ocean's edge.


Water...


She gulps, steeling her nerves. Thoughts of Narrante and of Ofran, of the people possibly trapped within the boat as hostages, of the harm that could possibly come to her new friend if she is not present... These bring Calypso back to the water's edge. Gazing for all too long a moment into the water, she whimpers, before forcing such thoughts aside. Narrante was not afraid; she has seen boats sail all the time here.


Determined, Calypso steps off the edge of the dock, but her feet do not touch the water. As she plunges, she bursts into a bonfire of essence, her toe within an inch of the tide when her descent halts. Suddenly, she rises into the sky, like a stray meteor losing its way and rising from the ground and into the sky. Unable to help herself, Calypso soars, irrepresibly giggling, into the night.

(Ascendant Objectivity Stance. 8m spent from Peripheral and 1 wp. Calypso's anima is at the 16+ mote level, meaning she lights up the night sky as she rises.


12/20 Personal, 12/46 Peripheral, 6/9 Willpower


I figure this takes some time, so Narrante's probably done some stuff at this point)
 
Chain


“Good to hear,†says Graven as they shake. “Any idea where you might be of the most help? I figure you know your skills better then anyone.â€


Narrante


The men and women on the ship fail to notice Narrante as they continue their business of trying to get the ship underway.


Calypso


The people of Icehold take the injured Captrain Dreg away from Calypso as she offers him to them.


Calypso quickly finds herself catching up with the ship, and the dangers there.


OOC
I’ll let Narrante do something before having the Valhal on the ship notice the green fireball called Calypso barreling their way. [OOC]
 
Anoké Jandro


"Good, you know your place," Anoké says to the terrified would-be assassin. "So let's starts with the simple things: who are you people, what were you trying to do, and why were you doing it?"
 
Narrante


Avoiding notice by a glancing Valhal, Narrante ducked her head back down quickly after getting her bearings. She tended to prefer smaller engagements than six-on-one, but she was growing more confident in her fighting abilities after dealing with the warriors in Icehold. The Valhals seemed to be dumping cargo to move faster, worried about pursuit. Narrante allowed herself a very small smile at the thought.


Trusting in the supernatural energy that she had found she could use to hide herself, the girl began to move along the side of the ship at a crawl. She didn't need to cling to the edge so long as she was moving, which was much less strenuous on her fingers. Listening to the arguing in Skytongue, she crept to where one of the warriors who was dumping cargo returned each time to toss crates overboard. Hanging there, once again clinging by the edge of the ship calmly, she quietly drew her sword. When the man came to the railing once more and leaned out over the railing, Narrante lurched up to drive the blade into the man's throat, intending to pull him in his death throes over the edge. If she was quick enough, his own splash into the water would blend with that of the crate, hopefully going unnoticed long enough for her to deal with the rest in similar fashion.


Not sure exactly what rolls to make here, but probably...attack, damage, and stealth? Will give those a shot at least. Assuming they have the same soak as the previous Valhals.


Attack: 7 4 4 6 1 3 1 4 4 1 7 10 3 7 3 5 = 5 successes


Damage: 4 10 3 2 8 6 4 1 = 3 successes


Stealth: 1 9 2 2 9 1 2 8 5 9 = 4 successes


I didn't realize on the last check that you meant a Stealth+Dexterity roll, if you did...I wouldn't have used that Excellency if I knew v.v
 
Chain really seems to struggle with his word choice here, failing to one of the easiest pitfalls of using a new language: over-thinking,


"I, ugh, have body able-ness so as to do many things asked for of me. Between squashing blue gremlins and provide aid of injured, to production of forging work. Wherever great need, I can of probability help. But-"


Chain felt a pull. It was a strange twinge, but it wasn't the first time he had felt it, and it won't be the last. The pang of the questin, "What do I want."


"But, I would have great appreciation to get to know blue gremlins in violent context."


Then Chain hears the sound of a beam falling inside the wreckage, and that old monkey climbs on his back once again: Duty.


"After efforts to reconstruct have reached implementation."
 
Duke’s Palace


Graven nods at Chain’s words. “We could certainly use the help on the wall. From my impression of things, there are plenty of...blue gremlins as you put it for everyone. Probably won’t be long before they attack now.†Graven puts his helmet back on, and re-straps the piece of equipment onto his head. “In the meantime how about we get back into the palace. I just want to go through and make sure everything is ok where the attackers got stopped. Come on, I would prefer not to lose track of you, and have to go looking for you again.â€


The two head up to the second story of the palace. There they see a pair of men who look like they have captured, and are in the process of interrogating one of the cloaked figures who attacked the palace. “Perhaps we should keep moving,†says Graven cautiously.


“We are the Cult of Higher Truth,†says the man as he stares Anoke in the eyes. “We serve the true masters of Creation. Not the petty, selfish, traitorous gods. We were told to kill the vile Duke, and cause chaos in the city. Thus giving the Green Sun Princess Calypso the opportunity to take this city as her own. We were informed that Great Calypso is favored by her mistress. That she is loved and that it should be expressed this night.â€


OOC
GM Note: For future reference, this cult has a different name then the one that Calypso knows up. Not that anyone of the Exalted at the Duke’s palace knows that. [OOC] [B]Narrante & Calypso[/B] Narrante skillfully stabs the man, and pulls him into the water with a splash. Avoiding the notice of the others on the ship as they continue their business. Narrante overhears conversations as she continues to evade notice. “This was all a bad idea. Damn that Ofran to the abyss.†“We just abandoned everyone else in the city.†“The whole plan didn’t make a lick of sense. We’ll be lucky if whatever Malfae’s was wrong with him doesn’t get the lot of us killed.†“I don’t have a good feeling about anyone left on the shore, that is for sure. The Iceholders aren’t exactly going to be happy about their city being put to the torch, bunch of oathbreaking bastards.†“All we can do now it keep sailing…somewhere, and just get as far away from this cursed place as possible. No sense staying where we are no lon-“ “Wait, what is that?†The man at the rear of the ship points out back towards the city. Pointing to a slowly growing green fireball approaching the ship. -------- Calypso quickly starts to catch up, but the ship is now even further out, and Narrante already had a head start on her. Calypso can see someone pointing out to her on the ship. [OOC] First man dead. Narrante: All rolls usually involve a Attribute + Ability roll. Also just to be sure, their DV’s are going to be 0 when they are unaware of Narrante, and have a soak of 3L/7B. Didn’t matter a whole lot for the rolls here, but just to keep in mind. I will need a Stealth and attack roll vs. DV 0, Soak 3L/7B for each attack Narrante does. Also did Narrante spend any motes to activate her anima power?[OOC]
 
(This is why cultists need to read the newsletter...)


Calypso


It's hard to not enjoy the euphoria of flying, at first. Even in the horror of the night in the perspective of the last week, flying is a release; an unfettered rush of adrenaline as Calypso dances and soars through the night. The momentary distraction comes to a quick end, however, as Calypso backflips and finds herself staring up towards the sea. Her heart catches briefly, the waters below turned green by her anima, but her mind overcomes her body's attempts to run ahead of her. She refocuses and soars down to the ship.


"Followers of Ofran!" Calypso yells as she gets closer to the ship. "Followers of Ofran! I wish you no harm." As she arrives at the boat's edge, she comes to a halt, palms open in a non-threatening gesture. "Are there any of you who will speak to me?" She asks them, not wanting to harm any more people than she has already today.
 
Calypso & Narrante


The Valhal back away from Calypso in fear when she lands on the ship. Many put hands on the hilts of their weapons as they face her. “If you do not want to harm us, then just leave,†says one of the Valhal’s as he steps forward. “We just want leave Icehold and never return. This whole night has been a disaster. It’s all Ofran’s fault!†The man suddenly looks uncomfortable when mentioning Ofran’s name. “We do not follow the stupid crazy bastard anymore. We tossed him overboard a little bit ago. He was more trouble than he was worth. So please, just leave us alone, and we will offer the same courtesyâ€
 
(Factual Determination Analysis to determine if the guy's telling a lie about tossing Ofran overboard. 2 Peripheral motes spent. Will edit this post based on the results)
 
Calypso


OOC
Edited: The statement “We tossed him (Ofran) overboard a little bit ago,†rings up as false as per the rules of the charm.[OOC]
 
Narrante


The young ninja was just as surprised as the crew when the green light surrounding Calypso washed over the deck. It was with a note of irritation that she realized Calypso may not know she was there; hidden as she was. However, she could make good use of the distraction either way.


While the Valhals' eyes were on Calypso, Narrante hoisted herself up silently onto the deck away from them, wiping her sword on her cloak so it wouldn't leave a trail. She was almost to the door that led down into the ship when one of the warriors spoke up, claiming Ofran was not here.


Narrante hesitated, but only for a moment. The man could be lying, and even if not, she had no interest in letting them flee. She descended below-deck, stalking the halls in search of Ofran.


Yes, she did. I had her spend the motes from Peripheral, unless that would override its effects because it makes her banner flare...I'm not really sure; the text doesn't seem terribly clear on all this.
 
Anoké Jandro


The elbow against the cultist's throat presses down tigher. "Pardon, who is in charge of what again?" Anoké's caste mark flares warningly, then dies away. His knife finds its way against the cultist's shoulder, the tip digging in just deep enough to draw a dot of blood against the man's clothing.


"I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt," he begins, eyes narrow and voice cold, "and assume you are very confused. Why do you think our Calypso is involved with your insanity?" The knife worms slightly deeper into the cultist's flesh. "And please, be as elaborate as possible."
 
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