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Plight of Vacosa, IC

With a plan set, you make your way around the building, looking for anything that might help them make your way inside.

OOC
Give me a stealth check, followed by a perception check.
 
Ryphle opens his mouth to protest to Queleanna's claims but words hault in his throat. She does has a point. As much as Ryphle think that the more of them scouting, the higher the chance of them getting caught, but at the same time, in a group, they'll have a better chance of alerting each other of danger and cover each other at an arm's length.

The dark elf huffs in annoyance but follow the elves around the building.

((OOC: Stealth - 11
Perception - 16 + 3))
 
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The three of you approach the building at a sideways angle, trying to look inconspicuous. Your efforts bare fruit, as you notice that there seems to be a gap in the patrol route that the gangsters have set up that could be exploited, as well as a broken window that has yet to be boarded up that could serve as an entryway.

Unfortunately, before you have the opportunity to examine these details further to memorize the patrol route or check the inside of the window, Quelanna's elven grace elegantly gets her spotted by someone on the second story.

"Hey! Who the hell are you? Get the fuck out of here!" He shouts, drawing the attention of the others outside.
 
Quelanna turns her attention to the hostiles turning their attention to the small band. Cursing herself mentally for not bothering with spells that would have made this all so much easier, she lets her gaze flow across the men assembled before them, taking their measure and estimating their chances.
 
From your vantage point, you can see four or five figures moving about past the windows on the second story, along with the half dozen or so outside and on the ground floor. Most of them have rudimentary weapons and armor of poor quality, but their movements suggest a familiarity with them and a willingness to use them if pushed too far.

Should you stay and force a confrontation, you estimate your chances to be "dim to poor", although you know other options still exist for the moment.

That said, time is ticking, and the people outside are approaching quickly, looking rather irate...
 
"Sorry! We're sorry!" Ryphle yells out loud. The confidence he felt earlier after finding the gap in the patrol and the broken window was quickly replaced by the surprise of getting caught so quickly. The drow raises his hands up in a sign of surrender and he grins like a fool. His heartbeat raises and he opens his mouth.

"We got lost on our way here and was just looking for the front door." He steps forward from the party to gain the attention of the alerted guards. "You see, these gorgeous ladies around me and I are the new hired arms Mother have sent to these neck of the woods. I know that you fellows are well capable of your jobs and Fernando has his hands full, but you know Mother. What Mother wants, Mother gets, and right now she has sent us here for extra protection."
 
"Well fuck, why didn't you say so?" says the figure up top who first spotted you. "Hey! It's fine! They're legit!" He shouted, causing the others to falter a bit in their mad scramble. "Go 'round to the side entrance, you'll see Bartus. I'll tell him to let you in." He says, pointing in the indicated direction.
 
"Thanks man!" Ryphle waves at the person merrily. He turns to face the girls and mouths 'What the ----' and look apologetically at the two.

"Shall we?" He asks as he flickers his eyes towards the building entrance and then to the direction to where they came from, a sign that they can go out right now. Going in like this is an absolute blessing but at the same time, he is unsure if the news about Pip's encounter has spread far within the orginization in the single day. The whereabout of Frenando is unknown but perhaps visiting this Bartus fellow for a briefing may provivde them useful infomation. They can always excuse themself to patrol the exterior of the building boundry or something. He can always come up with some excuses.
 
Moments later, Ryphle realizes that Bartus is just a door guard at the side. The actual person of intrest after Frenando is the guy that shouted at them. Probably.

Guys, this is why Ryphle is not the best at actual planning for this small group of their's ((because the mum is kinda dumb lmao)).
 
Avala follows close by, still stunned by the trickery of her companion, but also highly impressed that it worked out in the end for them. For she knew not every situation like that will end up so nicely.
 
Quelanna does her best to keep her surprise off her face and proceeds with the others. Her hand hovers near the hilt of her rapier while her eyes scan the unsavory characters surrounding them.
 
Bartus is a ba big brute of a man wielding a massive club. He glowers at you as you approach, but otherwise says nothing and lets you inside.

The interior of the smelting plant is largely empty, apparently having been stripped bare before it was abandoned. Only a few pieces of machinery are left that were either too large or too easily replaceable to be worth the effort of moving are left.

Milling about are more members of Fernandos gang, some of which turn their heads to observe the newcomers. A few of them look you up an down, apparently smart enough to make note of your arms and armor rather than just surface details.

A man with a scroll and a pen approaches you. He has a severe expression on his face. "Excuse me, but who are you? I wasn't made aware of any transfers to this area." He asks.
 
"Really? I know it was a bit of a sudden but I would have expected you to know that you had newbies coming, since I'm guessing you are taking the attendance of mothers men." She observed.
 
"I wouldn't fault you for not knowing this though," Ryphle says right after Avala, shrugging his shoulders as he talks. "We were sent here without much notice either. Mother wanted to make sure her investments are well secured, and what better than to bully -- I mean order -- a couple of elves with too many pointy stuffs to be stationed here?" Ryphle takes steps towards the man with the scroll, grinning as he does so.

"I'm guessing you are the brains of the warehouse?" He asks then continues. "I can understand that you may have some objection to our sudden appearance and you have a ton of men at your disposal, however," The drow pauses for a moment, looks around the warehouse and at the men around the building. "Mother wouldn't like to hear that you left a hole in your defense where someone could have used when all of the guards rushed towards the one side of the building like you have demonstrated earlier."
 
Quelanna keeps her tongue. This all seems to be going to hell in a handbasket, so rather than try and postpone it with crazier-and-crazier lies, she keeps her eyes on the coming battlefield. She's fairly sure she can get herself out more or less regardless of what happens, but actually winning would, of course be better.
 
The man frowns at this, considering. "Well, operations are a bit of mess lately with the recent expansion. I guess the notice simply fell through the cracks." He puts his pen and scroll away after making a few notes. "My name is Kartesh. I act as Fernando's scribe. You'll want to meet with him to get your assignments, take a moment to get familiar with the building while I go make sure he's ready to receive you."
 
"Better keep an eye out for an escape route," Quelanna whispers to the others, "I've no idea how we came this far, but I have a feeling our luck's gonna run out at the worst possible moment."
 
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