((sorry for the late responses. Been distracted))
((sorry for the late responses. Been distracted))
Dace whispers, trying not to let the captive hear despite the domination spell.
"I can keep their attention here! Go on! You can reach around more easily."
If Roz was pulling the goggled man up anyway), he'd conceal himself under his spell, hurrying over to a corner and burning out his second last shift scroll, making a note to requisition a wand for the next mission and hoping he wouldn't need to expend the last one.
Once shifted, he scuttled over to Roz's position.
No matter how this turned out, there was one thought that made him somewhat giddy inside; this would be the second gun he got his hands on this month.
Infiltrating The Mortuary
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*Cadence
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((There's no rush- take your time!))
The good news: as four Dusties entered to investigate, they didn't get a chance to see Dace and Roza, for before they could get their bearings in the room, the tiny metal spheres on the ground erupting from the goggled-fellow's gauntlet rapidly released a hazy green gas that made three of them erupt into a coughing fit and one of them faint to the ground. The goggled fellow didn't let out a peep.
The bad news: shortly after the Dusties started coughing, a loud, ominous alarm starting ringing throughout the mortuary with the same tone and cadence as church bells at a funeral. All around the Great Hall, there was movement from things that previously weren't moving. Sounds of bone bending and metal groaning filled the air. The giant skeletons- they had awakened!
The good news: as four Dusties entered to investigate, they didn't get a chance to see Dace and Roza, for before they could get their bearings in the room, the tiny metal spheres on the ground erupting from the goggled-fellow's gauntlet rapidly released a hazy green gas that made three of them erupt into a coughing fit and one of them faint to the ground. The goggled fellow didn't let out a peep.
The bad news: shortly after the Dusties started coughing, a loud, ominous alarm starting ringing throughout the mortuary with the same tone and cadence as church bells at a funeral. All around the Great Hall, there was movement from things that previously weren't moving. Sounds of bone bending and metal groaning filled the air. The giant skeletons- they had awakened!
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*Madnobody629
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Glaring down at the chaos,, Rosa would look the man in the eyes, again pitting her will against his.
Speaking in a whisper she would say
"you will tell me who you are...why you are here and what exactly you hoped to accomplish..quietly. If your answers do not satisfy you may attempt to placate the skeletons."
Speaking in a whisper she would say
"you will tell me who you are...why you are here and what exactly you hoped to accomplish..quietly. If your answers do not satisfy you may attempt to placate the skeletons."
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*Cadence
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Dace and Roz managed quite close to one another, out of immediate view of the Dusties at large - thanks in part to the thick green gas which now started to fill the air and choke at Dace's (though not Roza's) throat. Notably, the goggled man also seemed quite unaffected by the gas. They sat atop a ledge several feet above one of the skeletons' heads.
It was difficult to tell whether the goggled man was in the throes of Roza's dominion or perhaps just afraid out of his mind. Either way, his response seemed quite genuine. He started in a hushed whisper that was difficult to hear over the nearby coughing and the scuttling of numerous Dustmen responding to the alarm.
"Tag's Arthritis Jones. Look I ain't trynna peel ye, I wuz trynna help! Someone's dirty 'n yer faction an' I'm trynna findo u' who!"
It was quite apparent that Arthritis Jones thought Roza and Dace were Dusties. Further contemplation on the matter was temporarily put to rest as the floor of the Great Hall started to shake. Five of the six giant, armored skeletons took a single step forward in concert, their bony feet striking the ground in a synchronous roar. Then another step – taken by all five at the same time.
The sixth one wobbled funnily in its original stand, swaying back and forth unsteadily. Notably – this was the one that Arthritis Jones was molesting several moments prior.
From this close, Roza could really appreciate the level of detail in JonesÂ’ outfit. It was a leather vest with numerous metallic extensions, various clockwork springs, a few tiny levers near the side that Roza could immediately notice (and likely more hidden ones). His belt has various pouches and vials of multicolored fluids, and was reinforced with more metal to prevent the vials from breaking by accident. There was almost more metal than leather. Roza had a sense that despite his age - if he wasnÂ’t surprised by Dace, this human could have put up a decent fight by virtue of his equipment alone.
All the while, those loud alarm bells rang though the dark halls.
***
Meanwhile on the Upper Floor, Kapaneus was sifting through bodies in the massive receiving room. By now, he was used to the fetid stench that clung to this chamber- a chamber through which countless deaders arrived on a daily basis. Most of them were the bodies of poor or unknown sods who were automatically sent to the crematorium. The richer cutters were embalmed and had services and funerals held. Still, other bodies – those of sods who had agreed to sign Dead Contracts - were prepared to be reanimated as undead and work in the Mortuary as mindless drones.
As the alarm bells first rang, the supervisor in the room – a somber gnome known as Tendai – impassively informed those in the room to remain calm and it would most likely be an awry zombie or skeleton, tripping over something and causing transient chaos. However, there was some tension in the otherwise emotionless gnome’s face as the clanging of the skeletons below sounded.
Kapaneus had a choice to go investigate downstairs, or remain here and continue with his duties and perhaps catch anyone who comes up this way.
It was difficult to tell whether the goggled man was in the throes of Roza's dominion or perhaps just afraid out of his mind. Either way, his response seemed quite genuine. He started in a hushed whisper that was difficult to hear over the nearby coughing and the scuttling of numerous Dustmen responding to the alarm.
"Tag's Arthritis Jones. Look I ain't trynna peel ye, I wuz trynna help! Someone's dirty 'n yer faction an' I'm trynna findo u' who!"
It was quite apparent that Arthritis Jones thought Roza and Dace were Dusties. Further contemplation on the matter was temporarily put to rest as the floor of the Great Hall started to shake. Five of the six giant, armored skeletons took a single step forward in concert, their bony feet striking the ground in a synchronous roar. Then another step – taken by all five at the same time.
The sixth one wobbled funnily in its original stand, swaying back and forth unsteadily. Notably – this was the one that Arthritis Jones was molesting several moments prior.
From this close, Roza could really appreciate the level of detail in JonesÂ’ outfit. It was a leather vest with numerous metallic extensions, various clockwork springs, a few tiny levers near the side that Roza could immediately notice (and likely more hidden ones). His belt has various pouches and vials of multicolored fluids, and was reinforced with more metal to prevent the vials from breaking by accident. There was almost more metal than leather. Roza had a sense that despite his age - if he wasnÂ’t surprised by Dace, this human could have put up a decent fight by virtue of his equipment alone.
All the while, those loud alarm bells rang though the dark halls.
***
Meanwhile on the Upper Floor, Kapaneus was sifting through bodies in the massive receiving room. By now, he was used to the fetid stench that clung to this chamber- a chamber through which countless deaders arrived on a daily basis. Most of them were the bodies of poor or unknown sods who were automatically sent to the crematorium. The richer cutters were embalmed and had services and funerals held. Still, other bodies – those of sods who had agreed to sign Dead Contracts - were prepared to be reanimated as undead and work in the Mortuary as mindless drones.
As the alarm bells first rang, the supervisor in the room – a somber gnome known as Tendai – impassively informed those in the room to remain calm and it would most likely be an awry zombie or skeleton, tripping over something and causing transient chaos. However, there was some tension in the otherwise emotionless gnome’s face as the clanging of the skeletons below sounded.
Kapaneus had a choice to go investigate downstairs, or remain here and continue with his duties and perhaps catch anyone who comes up this way.
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*Nerull
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The large well-built male, at the moment garbed in the traditional dirty tan robes of the Dustmen, reaches up with the back of his sleeve to wipe at his forehead in more of a habitual manner than a necessity for his current state.
Rising almost out of a daydream, or perhaps a mantra of the continuous manual labor he stretches his back and rolls his shoulders, an old memory of lush golden fields of crop and a setting sun fading from his mind.
The taught muscles beneath the mans robes tensing and slacking as he finishes adjusting the corpse he had been currently working with before his hazel hued eyes look over to the familiar gnome.
Known among the Dustmen for his rather disciplined manner and cold demeanor, even the mans robes openly showing the grand symbol of Nerull on his back, more-than-likely the work of the Sensates in the Civic building for his faith, steps out from his position in the receiving room.
" Death. Stops for No Man; Tendai. " The Older male would reply, or rather state, towards the Gnome in utmost belief. The Gnome, perhaps from working with the man enough, would know that his almost hyper-vigilant demeanor usually overrode basic compulsions.
Still smelling of the furnaces never ending fuel and ash, the once-human would slowly stride towards the exit of the receiving room, with a rather grim expression grabbing the large, ornate scythe posted against the chambers arch in his trek to venture downstairs.
As he would move, his body and his scythe would take on an insubstantial, misty and finally translucent appearance. Mist slowly beginning to coalesce around his form before he himself breaks down and engulfs the very hall in which he traversed. Making for where the ruckus was the most foul. [Gaseous Form]
He Chooses to Investigate, as, there were always Souls worth collecting.
\\Hope this was good enough, let me know if anything is up or needs adjusting//
Rising almost out of a daydream, or perhaps a mantra of the continuous manual labor he stretches his back and rolls his shoulders, an old memory of lush golden fields of crop and a setting sun fading from his mind.
The taught muscles beneath the mans robes tensing and slacking as he finishes adjusting the corpse he had been currently working with before his hazel hued eyes look over to the familiar gnome.
Known among the Dustmen for his rather disciplined manner and cold demeanor, even the mans robes openly showing the grand symbol of Nerull on his back, more-than-likely the work of the Sensates in the Civic building for his faith, steps out from his position in the receiving room.
" Death. Stops for No Man; Tendai. " The Older male would reply, or rather state, towards the Gnome in utmost belief. The Gnome, perhaps from working with the man enough, would know that his almost hyper-vigilant demeanor usually overrode basic compulsions.
Still smelling of the furnaces never ending fuel and ash, the once-human would slowly stride towards the exit of the receiving room, with a rather grim expression grabbing the large, ornate scythe posted against the chambers arch in his trek to venture downstairs.
As he would move, his body and his scythe would take on an insubstantial, misty and finally translucent appearance. Mist slowly beginning to coalesce around his form before he himself breaks down and engulfs the very hall in which he traversed. Making for where the ruckus was the most foul. [Gaseous Form]
He Chooses to Investigate, as, there were always Souls worth collecting.
\\Hope this was good enough, let me know if anything is up or needs adjusting//
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*Madnobody629
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Aware that the situation was going from bad to awful, Rosa would take a second to wrap a coarse scarf around her head, leaving her eyes visible. She'd then regard Arthritis Jones.
"I can'twait for you to explain how sabotaging that skeleton helps us. Details, this time please. What exactly was your plan here?"
"I can'twait for you to explain how sabotaging that skeleton helps us. Details, this time please. What exactly was your plan here?"
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*Cadence
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"Uh..."
In response to her question about his plan, he slowly turned his head towards the giant skeleton he was just tinkering with. It seemed to lean on its stand in a funny way then slowly.. ever so slowly it crashed onto the ground like a giant, ornate vase. An earsplitting crack reverberates throughout the expanse of the Great Hall, followed by the noisy clatter in the aftermath as flecks of bone and dislodged pieces of bronze armor began to fly in all directions from the broken, useless skeleton.
This occured right as Kapaneus nears one of the entrances to the great hall, where numerous Dustmen were gathered around in response to the alarm, many of them coughing violently in response to a thick green cloud of gas that has filled the air. The color of the gas was similar to the diseased portions of flesh in old corpses that Kapaneus knew all too well.
A young female tiefling who was somewhat less affected by the gas (though still covering her nose and the bottom half of her face with the hood) cried out in a frantic tone to no one in particular:
"Saboteurs! Saboteurs!"
From Kapaneus's viewpoint, at present, the Great Hall was empty save the five animated giant skeletons (and the one broken one). He could remain at the entrance and block it, or delve further into the Great Hall without worrying about being attacked by the skeletons- confident in the Dead Truce that no undead creature could willingly bring harm upon him.
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The briefest grin of smugness crossed Arthritis Jones' wrinkled features as the skeleton fell, but his head quickly snapped back to meet Roza's eyes. As it did, one of the telescopic lenses of the goggles noisily whirred as it perhaps focused on her face.
"J-jest call off yer deaders an' I'll tell ye errythin' we need t' know!"
In response to her question about his plan, he slowly turned his head towards the giant skeleton he was just tinkering with. It seemed to lean on its stand in a funny way then slowly.. ever so slowly it crashed onto the ground like a giant, ornate vase. An earsplitting crack reverberates throughout the expanse of the Great Hall, followed by the noisy clatter in the aftermath as flecks of bone and dislodged pieces of bronze armor began to fly in all directions from the broken, useless skeleton.
This occured right as Kapaneus nears one of the entrances to the great hall, where numerous Dustmen were gathered around in response to the alarm, many of them coughing violently in response to a thick green cloud of gas that has filled the air. The color of the gas was similar to the diseased portions of flesh in old corpses that Kapaneus knew all too well.
A young female tiefling who was somewhat less affected by the gas (though still covering her nose and the bottom half of her face with the hood) cried out in a frantic tone to no one in particular:
"Saboteurs! Saboteurs!"
From Kapaneus's viewpoint, at present, the Great Hall was empty save the five animated giant skeletons (and the one broken one). He could remain at the entrance and block it, or delve further into the Great Hall without worrying about being attacked by the skeletons- confident in the Dead Truce that no undead creature could willingly bring harm upon him.
***
The briefest grin of smugness crossed Arthritis Jones' wrinkled features as the skeleton fell, but his head quickly snapped back to meet Roza's eyes. As it did, one of the telescopic lenses of the goggles noisily whirred as it perhaps focused on her face.
"J-jest call off yer deaders an' I'll tell ye errythin' we need t' know!"
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*Madnobody629
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"More than one assumption in what you just said,friend. Tell you what...tell me what we need to know and I may not feed you to the chaos below. Wouldn't be wise to keep holding out...I might start to think yo were stalling. I should warn you, I am feeling both irritable...and quite thirsty. Better for both of us if you don't waste too much time."
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*Cadence
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"Wuz trynna snoop around upstairs wifout bein' bothered!" He hurriedly responds, the stress quite evident on his features despite the fact that his eyes are occluded. "Lookin' for th' strange marks on the deaders - someone's been makin' em and ain't dealin' with the deaders like they s'pposed to! A pleading undertone creeps into his voice.
While all this occurs, a ball of light appears above one of the giant skeletons - conjured by the female tiefling who merely gesticulates without words and points. She attempts to conjure another orb, but succumbs to the vapors being flung in her face by Kapaneus's movements and joins many of the other Dustmen in the fit of coughing.
With the aid of the magical light, it becomes easier for those around without the benefit of darkvision to appreciate a shadowy figure on a ledge at the ceiling, exhibiting threatening, dominating body language towards a goggled human male with spiked hair. He speaks fast and his words are muffled among the alarm and coughing."
The female tiefling is about to turn and get more help, but upon noticing the more apparent form of Arthritis Jones and the shadowy Roza yelps out:
"Who in the Nine is that?"
((I'm fine with gaseous form projecting as breeze))
While all this occurs, a ball of light appears above one of the giant skeletons - conjured by the female tiefling who merely gesticulates without words and points. She attempts to conjure another orb, but succumbs to the vapors being flung in her face by Kapaneus's movements and joins many of the other Dustmen in the fit of coughing.
With the aid of the magical light, it becomes easier for those around without the benefit of darkvision to appreciate a shadowy figure on a ledge at the ceiling, exhibiting threatening, dominating body language towards a goggled human male with spiked hair. He speaks fast and his words are muffled among the alarm and coughing."
The female tiefling is about to turn and get more help, but upon noticing the more apparent form of Arthritis Jones and the shadowy Roza yelps out:
"Who in the Nine is that?"
((I'm fine with gaseous form projecting as breeze))
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*Madnobody629
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Staring down at the Tiefling, she'd scowl under the cloth that covers her face*
" ...You're coming with me, Jones. We're going to talk when we get out; theres no way theres any meeting now.Because of your ..toys this whole place is on high alert. Do you have smokebombs,or do I have to get us out the hard way?"
(Sorry about the late response-a lot of irl stuff going on)
" ...You're coming with me, Jones. We're going to talk when we get out; theres no way theres any meeting now.Because of your ..toys this whole place is on high alert. Do you have smokebombs,or do I have to get us out the hard way?"
(Sorry about the late response-a lot of irl stuff going on)