Guerrillas In The Mist

Chapter 11
Story 1

Time

  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Penn
  • 1 for Quinn
  • 1 for Shade

Learning

  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Penn
  • 1 for Quinn

Roleplay

  • 1 for Bella

Aspirations

  • 2 for Fallow (Completed find pirate island, Progress towards find out what Profte’s treasure is)
  • 1 for Bella (Defeat the Pirates)
  • 2 for Quinn (Establish Lord Grey in front of Nobles, kept our skaa alive)

Adventure Log

End of Story

Success

  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Penn
  • 1 for Quinn
  • 1 for Shade

Danger

  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Penn
  • 1 for Quinn
  • 1 for Shade

Other

  • 1xp for Bella
  • 1xp for Fallow
  • 1xp for Penn
  • 1xp for Quinn
  • 1xp for Shade
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I ain't a bloody dog

[Alex likes logs, but Alex doesn’t like Eastern Street Slang at 2am]

Once I finally calmed down about Bella’s accident, I found myself wandering back towards Thresh’s house. It’s likely he won’t come back here…I mean, we found the damn place so it’s not a haven so much as a trap. I told some chap outside that if Thresh come by, Six wants him to stay away three nights and come back on the fourth. Hopefully that’ll sound reasonable enough, and I’ll make sure we’re there.

Rather than face Bella (I don’t need a beating today) I went to Pendlehave’s you check on our other friend. Pendlehave happened to be there and…well, he saved the guy’s life probably. He got him on a boat and out to sea. It doesn’t make up for me having to kill that poor man on the boat, but it’s a small reminder that the old man isn’t all bad. We had to lie to the Nobles about where he was, but they bought. Sandcrowne made an odd request that from now on we keep the bodies on ice…maybe he suspects something…nobles aren’t necrophiliac’s, right?

I then had probably one of the most degrading experiences of my existence, when the Nobles decided I’d make a pretty good bloodhound. Heedless to my pleas, they dragged me to a carpenters on the other side of the city, and had me track the scent through the crowds out to a plantation. It was one of the more terrifying things I’ve ever done. It’s one thing to run around at night, another entirely to be in the view of every citizen, in broad daylight, burning metals. It was incredible really, the city is louder than I ever thought, and I noticed even Fallow hasn’t escaped the earthy smell the skaa have. However, I am not a dog. I am mortified I allowed them to do that…

We went back to Bella who managed to get Thresh out of the crowds and back to the Tenement. I think that at least makes up for losing him… she looked a bit put out when she came back though. All that fresh country air probably doesn’t agree with her. We then set about chatting with Thresh, and he was a broken man. It was like…like that woman I burned zinc against while on the boat. A blubbering mess of a man, who told us anything and everything he thought we might want to hear. I really felt for him… I kind of owe him after all for the whole window business. The interrogation didn’t lead to much, but he did mention the money in the allotment which I had kept to myself.

Nebellea then had me escort her and Thresh back to her home, although she didn’t much appreciate me reminding her about the last time we’d been wandering around the streets late at night. Her house is…magnificent. I’ve not seen anything so casually grand and clean. Fallow really does seem to be the dregs of the noble society; even the cell I dropped Thresh in is probably better kept than my own room at Haru’s. She then set about giving me my tasks for the morning: I was to make sure myself and Penndlehave would be at the interrogation of Bilg, and she seemed delighted to provide me with noble histories, and information on noble structure, plus some guard uniforms. It was quite hefty, but frankly it was worth it for the books. It’s the first step I’ve made towards actually learning about the society I’m about to invade.

Awkwardly I then had to run through the streets with it all, in the mists. I am an illegal boy, with private acquistions of a noble house in the mists I’ve been trained to be scared of my entire life. It’s funny how things change. Pallino wasn’t too pleased when I knocked on his door, I’m surprised Penndlehave doesn’t bring him into the fold really, it would make life easier if he knew who and what I was, and he wouldn’t ask so many questions. Penn even found it in him to tell me off: that I’m not acting like a “Normal Skaa”

Eventually we caught up with Bilg, and met the lovely minder Bella has picked up. It seems I have more freedom than she does. We didn’t seem to get much out of the interview. The obligator made some notes, but Penn refused to read them to me. Sometimes he’s a bit too stiffly proper for my taste. I need to drag him into something fun and see what happens.

Bella eventually pinned me down about upcoming days. She wants to set sail to outmanoeuvre the pirates, and wants to be in the Guise of Grey for that. She insisted on enforcing her will with insults, so I casually reminded her I have neither lost a prisoner or fallen into mud in the middle of a skaa thoroughfare.

I made some arrangements before we left: a fresh suit for Lord Grey and the ball, since surprising Bella with such a thing is likely to keep her on her toes. Plus, one does like to make an impression…

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Chapter 10
Story 1

Time

  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Penn
  • 1 for Quinn
  • 1 for Shade

Learning

  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Penn
  • 1 for Quinn
  • 1 for Shade

Roleplay

  • 2 for Bella
  • 1 for Fallow
  • 2 for Quinn

Aspirations

  • 3 for Quinn (Pursusing Tressex via Lem and Bilg, Lord Grey via fashion, Dad via noble books
  • 2 for Fallow (Hunting down Tressex’s crew, Kill someone)

Adventure Log

  • 1 for Quinn
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Chapter 9
Story 1

Time

  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Penn
  • 1 for Quinn
  • 1 for Shade

Learning

  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Penn
  • 1 for Quinn

Roleplay

  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Fallow

Rounding XP

  • 2 beats for Bella
  • 2 beats for Fallow
  • 1 beat for Quinn

Aspirations

  • 2 for Quinn (Pursuing Tressex via Thresh, Lord Grey via rumours).
  • 1 for Bella (Proving Herself)
  • 2 for Fallow (Hunting down Tressex’s crew, successfully interrogate someone)
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Busy Days

I am sorry that I have not written more sooner, but the last few days have been so busy. Well that is mostly true. A lot has happened but I have mostly tried to keep my head down. The others were surprisingly sucessful in capturing several members of the Spirit Leaves. Pendlehave took one and even though he eventually had to kill him I still think we learned something.

Sandcrown brought another of their team to the tenement, thus far Sandcrown had failed to get anything from him so I tried a different tactic. I offered him an out and it all seemed to be going smoothly offering him a chance to live meant he gave us everything we wanted. It was not until I went outside to join the others that Shade informed me he was lying through his teeth. This is where it all went a bit wrong. Shade and Sandcrown went to verify parts of his story namely a carpenters shop used for a hide out according to the Skaa. I was left to keep an eye on him but wanting to not alert his suspicions I loosened his bonds slightly. That was the moment he struck pushing past me and jumping out of the window I tried to grab him but I am useless at anything like that and simply fell from the window in a flailing mess.I landed hard in the mud and nearly broke my ankle meanwhile the skaa was off over the rooftops. Luckily Shade and Sandcrown were returning and Sandcrown gave chjase. Unllucikily Quinn was there. How can people think that I am heartless while not reprimanding Quinn. He did not help just stood there and laughed. He does not deserve Valette I should have put him on a date with Darielle. Anyway the Skaa lost Sandcrown in the tumble of streets while Shade and Pendlehave helped me inside HE came back in a towering rrage and I just sat their uselessly telling him I was sorry. Lord Ruler I was a mess. Pendlehave and Sandcrown left to try and sort out the whole mess while I was taken home.

The only good sides are that I managed to push enough to get my Uncle, Valette and the obligators to launch a full out search. Though no new leads were turned up I managed to restrain them from a mass slaughter. With the small amount of information that proved true Sandcrown and Quinn were able to track down where they had likely gone to ground, on a profeste estate…

We need to finsih here quickly as the shipment is likely to even now be leaving the main land and we do not have much time. Regretfully I may need to ask Darielle for help.

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Chapter 8
Story 1

Time

  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Penn
  • 1 for Quinn
  • 1 for Shade

Roleplay

  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Penn
  • 1 for Quinn

Adventure Log

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Wasing the doubting of the Trusting

Wasing to expecting the difference. Wasing to following to the trading at the centring of the Pen, and wasing to lying for the lacking. Ising Penn to being of conniving in the doing. Wasing him to the spilling of the hiding of the man in the terrifying, and even to the feeding of the lying for the being. Wasing Sandy to dropping for the telling of the doing and the planning. Wasing the Ott for the watching and the keeping. Wasing to thinking the doubting for the keeping by the Ott. Wasing to doing for the drama in the dropping in the Sand-Pen.

Ising to seeming the planning for the doing with the milking of the planning of the breakers. Wasing to doubting the using of the Quinling in the breaking. Wasing to thinking the using for searching of the breakhome. Wasing to finding the tools and the coins for the guilting and the Greying. Wasing to hoping for the planning for the failing of the Nebby.


Wasing the morning in the coming to the breaking. Wasing and ising the living of the best. Wasing to thinking the suns for shining. Wasing to thinking of the birds for the the chirping, even to thing the skaa for the smiling. Wasing Nebby in the falling in the mud. Wasing the Nebby for leaping and the failing for the sitting in the shitting.

Wasing to thinking of the thanking for the Thresh of the lying. Wasing the Ott Sandy for the convincing of the lying. Wasing then Thresh for the escaping and the causing of the Happying. Wasing then Sandy for the chasing and the failing.

Ising to thanking the Lord Ruler for the failing. Ising the Nobs for the failing, not the Scaring. Wasing to need the excusing for the enjoying of the day.

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Chapter 7
Story 1

Time

  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Penn
  • 1 for Quinn
  • 1 for Shade

Roleplay

  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Penn
  • 1 for Shade

Flaw

  • 1 for Bella
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A Second Chance

While I’ve learned a lot of things in the past few days most are inconsequential compared to the information we failed to obtain from the pirates. Who is the mastermind of their conspiracy and what are they coming together to steal? Now I hold in my arms a second chance.

It was a long few days getting to this point. Boss is still putting her position above the success of the mission. I understand the relationship. She is employing me and I work for her and therefore she can do what she wants. That said she employed me with an objective in mind so I will not shy away from speaking and acting if she makes decisions that endanger that objective. The most recent such decision is to present the boy to society. I see her thinking, I really do. However, her decision requires the boy, an undoubted asset, to participate in as much training as possible to pass himself off as someone who belongs. I managed to argue for a few days tracking down the gang who are supposed to free Bilg and after one night our investigation has already led to the capture of two of the thieves. If I must argue for the boy’s assistance in foiling the big job on the Profeste, which is due about a week before the ball, that will be the last straw. Yes, we need to cover our tracks with the ridiculous Lord Grey story, but that will be for nothing if we cannot achieve the results we need.

Speaking of which, Thresh. A typical thief, he chose to run rather than fight. The operation made rather more noise than I intended but I have Thresh and Penn seems to have conducted some plan with the other, his information proved useful last time so I see no reason not to let the man indulge. Meanwhile I have Thresh to myself. I dearly hope that the rest of the gang are stupid enough to come and rescue him, but I don’t think this Tressex escaped the attention of the obligators and stole house Profeste’s secret without being cleverer than that. So I’ll have to her whereabouts from him some other way. Luckily for him, Thresh isn’t a pirate and he may prove useful perhaps we could come to some arrangement that is mutually beneficial. An outfit that can infiltrate the Profeste house shouldn’t just be destroyed after all.

Look at me thinking about the future. I mean, it makes sense. Boss won’t be boss for ever, and while the boy will always mean we have to keep each other close her resources won’t necessarily be mine to use for ever either. Besides things go well with Owandise, she appears to be in too much debt to be directly involved with the pirates, and that debt gives me a means to prove myself not only her lover but her ally. If I play this carefully we could both rise from the bottom and give the established houses a start. She really needs to get herself out of the wine business though, even a cursory reading by candle light told me that much…

Anyway my Thresh is waiting.

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Wasing for the chasing in the night

Wasing the waiting for the breathing…ising in the dreaming for the seeing of the betraying. Wasing then for working and the waking for employing in the night. Wasing a good sending. Wasing Ruha for saying the kicking to the wetting in the laxing so to finding of the sending in the new. Wasing it being good. Wasing it for needing to clearing and figuring. Willing to finding then the knowing of the being in the accepting by the Da. Willing in opposing the being likening like the Sand and the Bell. Willing being better?

Wasing for training a chance. Wasing in being the remembering of the contenting in the Tricking.

Wasing Penny for the finding and the telling of the expecting. Wasing to thinking of the betraying, wasing him in spiting for the being of the quiet. Wasing Ruha for saying the being the same of the Skaa and the nobs. Willing all in wanting to surviving.

Wasing easy in deciding of the going. Wasing nebby in thinking to advancing with the planning. Wasing to thinking of the doubting in the successing. Wasing her to thinking of the sending for the dancing of the Greying! Wasing dancing for delaying the looking then the discovering of thr Greyhome. Ising to thinking of the logic without cleverness. Wasing Sandy in saying the doubting of the succeeding. Wasing him in the expecting of the dying of the all. Wasing to thinking the doubting of the readying in the twenty-one. Willing to hoping the fleeing early. Willing to being also the dating of the Valette. Wasing her in being of nebby? Ising to thinking of humour. Willing to dying, willing to being of laughing for the tainting of the Vally and the Nebs.

Ising pirates to being bigger. Ising the ghost leaves to springing and the breaking in the leading of the cloaking. Wasing the aiming for their finding. Wasing to finding the second leaf. Wasing to finding the hiding of the being in the dock. Wasing Manny for being in the friending of speaking. Wasing pen for using the watching while wasing to sleeping.

Wasing then for gathering with the crowned pen for the writing. Wasing intending to be waiting for watching the breaking, but wasing Sandy to finding the doing of the attacking on the Quinling discovery. Wasing Pen in the failing. Wasing then to moving with the quickening against the ghosts. Wasing in failing at the hurting of the seconding with the throwing of clips. Wasing then to cutting the face and the leg. Wasing me and Faller to catching him in the running at the closeness. Wasing him useless. Wasing him not to thinking of the the running and the burning of the man and the boy?

Wasing Pen to moving on thinking to tricking the ghost. Wasing him to taking to the workshop. Ising to thinking the wisdom: willing to following and the zincing for the trusting. Willing to making the safing of the ghost. Then willing Pen for the killing of the ward.

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