Adventure Took Place on February 2, 2000

Adventure used to be called “New Horizons”

After a make shift meeting with Rexx Stubbs, the Duke now has a bit of information that he can use against the Duo.

Vulcuran: VUL: Thorin, where is Nanny. We need to meet immediately. If we are to set up a trap, it has to be now, this evening or tonight. The Ball tomorrow would be too crazy and who knows about Sunday after a night of drinking.

DMaster: He nods, then looks at a paper with her itinerary.
THOR: She is at her main bank.

Vulcuran: VUL: Give me ten minutes, meet me at her bank.

DMaster: Thorin gives you a weird look then a worry washes over his face.
THOR: Dammit Vulc. I can’t let you do anything alone right now.

Vulcuran: VUL: No time, I will deal with the King myself if anything happens.
Turn and head out, find a book store.

DMaster: Rolled a 20 on a 1d20 – It is literally 2 doors down.

Vulcuran: Stick my head back into the guardhouse quickly.
VUL: OK, never mind, wait 5 minutes here ok?

DMaster: He throws his hands up in the air.
THOR: Sure, whatever!

Vulcuran: Go into the bookstore, look for a larger book. The oldest one I can find.

DMaster: You find a pretty old book, looks kind of beat up. It’s not big, but its a shot bigger than a standard one. It is pretty thick. Its a book of recipes from the Ancient Augustian elves.

Vulcuran: Laugh a little. Take it to the counter, pay for it.

DMaster: It was 1 gold, and you head back to the guard house. Thorin looks over to you, and sees the book. A smile washes over his face.
THOR: Ahh HA! How are we going to do this?

Vulcuran: Think for a minute.
VUL: I will walk to Nanny’s. Make a decent spectacle of things. Then pretend to discuss more, argue, have her say where she is going to stash it.

DMaster: Thorin is smiling wide.
THOR: Liking it so far, but the trap?

Vulcuran: VUL: Have her hand it off to one of her guards, head back to her warehouse and they can place it somewhere in there.
Nod head. Frown a bit.
VUL: The plot has some holes in it, but if they are really looking for it, they probably wouldn’t want to miss out on a chance to grab it.

DMaster: The captain is nodding.
THOR: No, it’s not bad. The arguing makes sense, you are at odds with her a bit. She probably wouldn’t want to deal with it so she would just tell them to stash it.

Vulcuran: Take a deep breath.
VUL: I need nanny’s guards’ outfit, I will be in there waiting for them.

DMaster: THOR: Not alone…
He gives you a fierce look.

Vulcuran: Shake head, smile.
VUL: I know, you are going to dress the part too.
Smirk at him.

DMaster: He shrugs his shoulders and distorts his mouth.
THOR: Sure what the hell. I will send an non-uniformed guard to Nanny’s work. Get this rolling. I will be back shortly.

Vulcuran: Nod head.
VUL: I don’t want to be seen yet, so I am waiting here. Let Nanny know I’ll be by her place shortly.
Grab at any food laying around.

DMaster: THOR: Hey! That’s my dinner!

Vulcuran: Smirk and take a huge bite.
VUL: My dinner now…

DMaster: He scoffs, shaking head and races off.

Vulcuran: Wait 10 minutes, head over to Nanny’s with the book wrapped in a sack.

DMaster: You get there, and there is a guard at the front door.

Vulcuran: Ask for Nanny.

DMaster: She comes out, giving you an odd look. She whispers.
NAN: We are going to argue right?

Vulcuran: Nod head, and shove the book into Nanny’s chest

DMaster: She lets out a surprised gasp and gives you an evil look.
NAN: Dammit Vulcuran, I have had just about enough of you!

Vulcuran: VUL: You should, I am tired of the games and the secrets. Here is that damn book. You deal with it. If you want anything further, talk to the King.

DMaster: She grabs the book, and skillfully grabs the wrong end. The book falls out to the ground. The guard looks like he is going to intervene, but Nanny kicks him back.
NAN: Son of a… the King “WILL” here of this!
She scoops up the book and is stuffing it in the sack.

Vulcuran: I will walk off, back to the guard house.

DMaster: You can hear her say, after you walk a bit a ways
NAN: Take this to the warehouse, get it out of my site.
The guard nods, yells for another guard to replace him at her door and he goes running off.

Vulcuran: Think, that went better than I thought, but not sure it is enough. Knowing my luck they were not even watching.

DMaster: You get back to the guard house. After another 10 minutes Thorin comes back with two sets of Nanny’s guard uniforms.
THOR: I gave one to Krinus already, he will show up to the Warehouse in 20 minutes. It is the usual shift change for her.

Vulcuran: VUL: Perfect. That was delicious by the way.

DMaster: He grumbles.
THOR: Britney made that special, you assbag.
The both of you change and wait until it’s time.
THOR: I will go now. Follow in 2 minutes.

Vulcuran: Nod my head. Make sure I am fitting well, weapons set.

DMaster: You make it to the warehouse. The sun is about to set, the shadows fall harsh across the alleyways, even though it is still cloudy and a bit chilly. You head inside, and Thorin is talking with Krinus. All three of you have Nanny’s guard uniforms, which are makeshift and cheap. It wouldn’t protect anything in battle.

Vulcuran: VUL: I guess it’s going to be a long night eh, guys?

DMaster: Thorin turns to you.
THOR: Late again Dexter. One more time I will have to talk with Nanny.

Vulcuran: Nod head.
VUL: Yes, sorry. I wont be late again.
Keeping the ruse going. Set up by one of the stations. Look around.

DMaster: Thorin points to a crate, almost against the far wall, slightly open. Must mean that is where it is located. He put it just out of sight of the three of you, tempting someone to creep in and go for it. The evening goes on, you all take turns walking around, then sitting back down. It has been at least 3 hours, and nothing. Thorin walks by, drops a piece of paper.

Vulcuran: Drop my skin, pick it up and the paper. Read it.

DMaster: “Not working, want to ditch?”

Vulcuran: VUL: My skin is dry, dammit.

DMaster: THOR: Fill it here.
Points to the main desk area, a barrel of fresh water there.

Vulcuran: Walk over to there. Whisper.
VUL: No. Lets give it another few hours.

DMaster: THOR: You will have to deal with Britney, ok?
Says quietly, then clears his throat.
THOR: Get back over there, will ya? This isn’t a pub.

Vulcuran: Finish filling my skin, walk back to my spot.

DMaster: It was about an hour when you hear the slightest movement on the top of a crate, on the far corner. Thorin is fidgeting with his belt on his uniform that doesn’t really fit. You can see Krinus, zoned out staring at a crate.

Vulcuran: Clear my throat like I would normally.

DMaster: Thorin glances over, raises an eyebrow.

Vulcuran: Point to where I heard the sound.

DMaster: Krinus notices you, and disappears behind a crate, heading a bit to the right. Thorin motions he will go to the left.

Vulcuran: I will walk away from it, and where the book is. Turn back around, nonchalant. Keep eyes peeled.

DMaster: You can just see a shadow of someone on the one crate, almost directly in front of you.

Vulcuran: Stop, stretch and yawn. Keep the ruse going, like I did not hear the noise.
VUL: When do we eat? I am starving.

DMaster: The shadow then moves and disappears from the top. Barely an audible sound, makes you think they are now on ground level. Then you hear a scuffle.

Vulcuran: Race for the crate closest to the sound, leap up on a crate and another to get to the highest one as quick as I can.

DMaster: Perfect timing, it looks like the individual gave Krinus the slip and pulls himself up to the same crate you are on.

Vulcuran: Punch him as hard as I can, without hesitation.

DMaster: POW! The hooded figure goes flying backwards in a forceful motion after letting out a groan / yelp from the punch.

Vulcuran: Jump down after him.

DMaster: He hits a few crates before landing hard on the ground. He lets out a groan. Thorin races over and kneels hard on the figure. Krinus is standing there, sword drawn to the figures neck.
THOR: OK. Got you this time.
The figure is just groaning.

Vulcuran: VUL: OK, let him up. It must be the man. Krinus, get on the crates look out for Cass… or I mean the woman.
Look around.
VUL: This was too easy.

DMaster: Thorin pulls him up, rips his hood away and it is this younger man, eyes bleary from the fall. He coughs, holding his leg. Krinus has climbed up, and is looking around.
KRI: Roof hatch is open, it’s where he came in.
MAN: Don’t hit me again, please. I will go with you peacefully. I think I broke my leg.
He is groaning, a tear trickling down his face from the pain.

Vulcuran: You have to be kidding me.
VUL: This is not him. Not his voice and he would of never been this clumsy.
Stare at the injured man in front of him.
VUL: What are you doing in here?

DMaster: MAN: I must of got lost or something.

Vulcuran: VUL: Really? Lost?
Grab him by the throat and lift him up in anger
VUL: Want to rephrase your answer?

DMaster: THOR: Vulc, easy now…
Eyes big watching you practically choke the kid. He is grabbing for his neck.

Vulcuran: Drop him.
VUL: Talk. NOW.

DMaster: He is coughing, grabbing for his throat.
MAN: Ok, Ok!
He takes a paper out of his belt, hands it to you.
MAN: They said if I was to be caught, this will clear me and keep me from the dungeons.

Vulcuran: VUL: Who is they?
Grab the paper and look.

DMaster: “Nice try. We already have the tome, Dukie. Signed, Cass”

Vulcuran: Feel the blood boil up. Grab the guy again by his collar, slam him against a crate.
VUL: What are you deaf? I said, who is “THEY?!”
Scream that at him.

DMaster: His eyes huge and he shakes his head. Sweat beading on his forehead, scared at this point.
THOR: Phenix?
The thief shakes his head.
THOR: Dagger?
He glances over to him, looking like someone just kicked his puppy, and the Captain nods.
THOR: Hired from the Double Dagger guild, most likely.

Vulcuran: Drop him to the ground again.

DMaster: Thorin looks at you and has a concerned look on his face.
THOR: Vulc, calm down ok? It was a long shot at best.

Vulcuran: VUL: Krinus, get this scum to a guard house. Sentence him for B&E and conspiracy.

DMaster: KRI: Yes M’Lord.
Krinus grabs him, and helps the man out of the warehouse.
THOR: Vulc. What did the paper say?

Vulcuran: Hand it to him.
VUL: Goddammit!
Punch a crate.

DMaster: THOR: Ahh, we knew that was a possibility.
Tucks the note in his belt.
THOR: Come on, it’s late, lets get out of here. I’m really hungry since someone ate my damn dinner.

Vulcuran: Grab the book, and leave with Thorin.
VUL: What a fucking waste of time. They are probably watching us now… laughing and drinking brandy by the fire…
Slam my hand on the door on the way out.

DMaster: THOR: Brandy?
The captain just shakes his head, you make it back to the main guard house.

Vulcuran: Change back into my gear and head back to the Castle.

DMaster: Thorin does the same, and you two are quiet for the entire time. He knows enough not to say too much when you are this pissed. You get to the castle, it is a click before high moon, no one really around.

Vulcuran: Head directly to my room.

DMaster: You head down your hallway only to practically run into the King, who has a plateful of fruit and two goblets.
JER: Vulc! Whoa, slow down.

Vulcuran: Just look at him, see the two goblets and shake my head. Pass him by and walk into my room. When I get in there grab the dagger off my belt and whip it against the wall.

DMaster: Bang! Clink clank. The dagger fly’s across the room. The King peaks into the room.
JER: Rough night?

Vulcuran: Give him an angry look.

DMaster: He gives you a somewhat shocked look back.
JER: Excuse you…?
The King walks in a bit more, now a scowl forming on his face.

Vulcuran: VUL: They are playing with me, playing with us. Our sting operation was a huge waste of fucking time.
Start tearing off my armor, shaking my head.

DMaster: JER: Sting. Operation?
Raising an eyebrow.

Vulcuran: VUL: Just go. I know you are busy we can talk in the morning.

DMaster: JER: Yeah, and I will expect better poise and respect, understood?
Giving you an angry look. Your heart still beating out of your chest, and you can feel your face flushed with anger.

Vulcuran: Look at him, nod my head.

DMaster: He turns and walks out.

Vulcuran: Go to my door, close it. Then find the bottle of brandy, down a good three or four shots.

DMaster: You do, and it does raise your spirits. You start to calm down.

Vulcuran: Get ready for bed, climb in.

DMaster: You do, and you roll over and the blanket is there that was from the other night.

Vulcuran: Grab it and throw it across the room. Go to sleep.

DMaster: After the brandy, you don’t have much trouble falling asleep.

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Saturlay (Saturday) 7:00 am

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DMaster: CRY: It’s Saturday and the long awaited Winters ball is today, even if it is mid spring (snicker) Warmer and clear skies. Enjoy the day!

Vulcuran: Stretch, get out of bed.

DMaster: You do, pull your sheets back and there across you was the blanket you threw across the room.

Vulcuran: Eyes get big.
VUL: That is it. That is fucking it!
Grab the blanket, stare at it.

DMaster: The faintest hint of perfume hits your nose. It was like a sedative. Almost calms you down instantly.

Vulcuran: Take a deep breath, put the blanket up to my face, sniff. Then put it back on the bed. Do my usual morning routine, get ready and then head for the Kitchen. Time to face the King, I have to apologize.

DMaster: He is there, halfway through his breakfast, reading the City’s paper, shaking his head.

Vulcuran: Sit down across from him.
VUL: M’Lord.

DMaster: He slowly brings the paper down, giving you an inquisitive look.

Vulcuran: VUL: My apologies for last night, was just…

DMaster: JER: Furious? I haven’t seen you that angry in a long time.

Vulcuran: Nod my head.
VUL: It’s no excuse, I should of…

DMaster: JER: Poppycock.
He looks around.
JER: When it is just us, I honestly do not mind. It just took me by surprise last night. It takes a lot for you to get angry, so I knew the shit must of hit the horse tail.
Smiles at you.
JER: But you never do that in front of anyone with me, understand.

Vulcuran: Nod head.
VUL: Understood. Our sting operation…

DMaster: He raises an eyebrow, puts the paper down completely, grabs his spoon and starts eating, waiting for you to continue. You get a bowl put in front of you, beanwater too.

Vulcuran: VUL: So, good ol’ Rexx finally came through, or at least I thought (fill him in on the story)

DMaster: The King chuckles a bit after you finish
JER: I am sorry, it was actually a pretty good idea considering you had like 5 minutes to put it together. But you have to admit, that is how things have been going lately.

Vulcuran: Smirk at him, finish eating.
VUL: That is very true, very true.

DMaster: JER: Your girl Meadow was here last night.
Giving you a playful smirk.

Vulcuran: Give him a shocked look.
VUL: She was?

DMaster: He nods his head.
JER: The decorating party was last night. I invited her thinking you would be around.
The King shakes his head, chuckles.
JER: King and Country first with you though.

Vulcuran: Look down.
VUL: Really wish I didn’t find out about the tome, missed the party, wasted me, Thorin and Krinus’s time. Hell I even ate Thorins dinner on him,

DMaster: The King starts to laugh and taps the table to get your attention.
JER: This upcoming council meeting, I know you have a few things you want to talk about, but me and the court also have things we want to talk to you about.

Vulcuran: Give him a worried look.

DMaster: JER: Oh no, nothing to worry about really. I must go, a meeting with some heads of the city this morning. I think Vatikus would like you to help with the court, getting it ready for next week.
He stands up.

Vulcuran: Stand up, bow a bit
VUL: As you say M’Lord.

DMaster: JER: And Vulc. Let it go for now, at least for today. You are wound up tighter than a virgin at a dick warehouse. I want you to have fun tonight and relax.

Vulcuran: Frown a bit, nod my head.

DMaster: JER: That. Is an order. I don’t want to hear a peep about them, or this situation, is that clear?

Vulcuran: Smile and nod at him.
VUL: Crystal. Yes M’Lord.

DMaster: He walks off. You are done with Breakfast.

Vulcuran: Before I get going to far, I will head to Meadows. Just to make sure everything is ok.

DMaster: You decide to just head out, you are in your usual royal gear, and always have your sword on your side. It is much warmer today, at least 60-65 degrees already, beautiful blue skies and hardly any breeze. You finally reach her house.

Vulcuran: Knock on her door.

DMaster: It took a minute but the door opens and it is Meadow. Her hair is a mess, she has a make shift shirt on with a stain, and some ragtag pair of pants on. Her eyes are huge
MEA: Uhh, M’Lord, I was not… ummm. Vulcuran. I… ummm…

Vulcuran: Smirk a bit, nod.
VUL: I just wanted to apologize about last night. I was, indisposed.

DMaster: She smiles and nods.
MEA: Yes. yes. I had fun. I am all set, what time should I be ready?

Vulcuran: VUL: I will swing by at 5:00 PM. That will give us plenty of time to get there before the start of dinner.

DMaster: MEA: OK, I will see you then.

Vulcuran: VUL: As you say, Meadow. See you then.
Nod and turn and walk away. Head back to the Castle. Once I get there, find Vatikus.

DMaster: Your scribe is in the office. Saturday is always a make shift workday. It is not a full day, usually only the morning and never anything too important.

Vulcuran: Walk in, give Vatikus a look.
VUL: Do you want to set up for the court for Monday and Tuesday?

DMaster: He looks shocked.
VAT: Why, yes, yes I do.
Then double takes.
VAT: The King told you to do this huh?

Vulcuran: Nod head and snicker a bit.

DMaster: Your Scribe giggles back and you go over the docket for the courts. Monday being crime, Tuesday being complaints, etc.

Vulcuran: Then I will work on new security measures for the Castle. Different patrols, better more secure windows. Etc.

DMaster: You work on that for an hour and Lunch is rolling around.
VAT: I am off for the weekend. Have fun at the ball M’Lord.

Vulcuran: Nod to the man.
VUL: Thank you, I will try too…