Cold Hearts IC Thread

[Zephyr]

Kelarith's steel eyes were fixed on the map. The Khainite detested the simple truth laid bare before him; there was no way to make a violent and bloody entry.

"We go over the wall." He looked around at the others. "Do not think I enjoy skulking around but in this case I see no other option."
He paced around the map and whispered something. Coming to a sudden stop he resumed;
"If the more stealthy assassins go in first and take out any guards to clear the way I can manage climbing a wall.
Let's see the rest of the plan before I decide whether to actually join up or stay nearby though."

Vote: Over the wall.

 

[The Archivist]

January grinned at her brother.
"I assume I have time to infiltrate beforehand? If I get in on 'Official Business', I can lower a rope down the southern wall."

Vote: Over the wall

 

[Mello]

December chuckled.

"Well I'm glad you have enough sense to not write your own death warrants. Now as you can see, the main castle is separated by an entire island's worth of soldiers. Jan wisely said she could lower a rope, but, not wishing to offend her, even she is going to have difficulty getting inside the most guarded area of this city to conspicuously lower a rope. Do we make a plan or scout ahead now to have a look?"

December's eyes glittered with anticipation, he was clearly loving this.

 

[Malochai]

"We send a scout to see what opposition we face; how can we possibly plan without knowing what we are planning against?" Indoril replied, a disgusted look settled deep in his eyes.

Vote: Send a scout

 

[Get of W'soran]

"Obviously." Akerith added helpfully after Indoril's statement with a confused glance at December.

Wasn't this elf suppose to be smart?

Vote: Send a Scout

 

[The Archivist]

"Brother, quit messing around. Just give me a list of things to look for, like you did for the hit on May."
January began tossing her broomstick around impatiently.

Vote: Send a scout

 

[Zephyr]

Kelarith looked up in surprise.
"You must be joking. I know some consider me a mere brute but I am not an idiot with a death-wish. At least not until I have fulfilled the duties Khaine expects of me.
Send your scout."

Vote: Send a scout

 

[Mello]

"Now.... whom shall we send?"

December seemed to expect the group assembled to land upon themselves like a pack of wolves, his own toothish grin flashing.

 

[Get of W'soran]

"Your sister, who else?" Arkeith snapped, he was growing tired of December's infuriating attitude.

Taking a deep breath he looked around at the others "Will one be enough? We don't want too many going after all."

Vote: January

 

[Malochai]

"Too many will be too obtrusive, and your sister is supposedly our infiltration expert. Now, are you done asking ridiculous questions, so we can get on with this?" Indoril, too, was growing irritated with the other druchii's attituide. "I'm going to have a look what I can see from a further distance - the close detail shall be the scouts concern."

With that, he turned and left the chamber, rolling his neck and cracking his knuckles.

Vote for January as scout

 

[The Archivist]

January looked up from where she was sketching a complex fabric design.
"Is it even in question Dec?"
As she returned to adding a hidden pocket for her broomstick she began pondering out loud.
"Hmm... a noblewoman? A hunter? Maybe... could I pull off a witch? No, too risky..."

Vote: January

 

[Zephyr]

Kelarith shook his shoulders, as far as his armor allowed him such a motion.
"Seems like the choice has already been made by January herself."

He kept his eyes firmly on December, he did not trust the other elf one bit nor did he appreciate his cheerful attitude. If he but made a single wrong move Kelarith would see to it that his head would too roll.


Vote: January

 

[Mello]

December chuckled, his hand was already handing Jan her broom as the group were answering. It was obvious he knew they were going to answer her.

"Go on sister, make me proud."

He turned slowly to the remaining elves.

"We have some work to do anyway. We need to capture or fornicate some of the guards' armour. Do what you like, just get them in your size in lets say.... 24 hours."

He waved his hand impatiently and looked down at a scrap of paper distractedly.

"Go on then, I'll see you soon."

He glided over to a corner and started muttering to himself, seemingly running over his plan as he traced a finger along the parchment, which seemed brilliantly white and looked after perfectly.