Mission Delta

[baedalites.livejournal.com]

Who: List forthcoming.
What: Getting a lantern.
Where: Spatters.
When: NOW. This thread will likely cover a few days.
Warnings: To be updated.

Dear Mission Delta,

So you're going in to Spatters to deal with actual people. Actual confrontation how about that. Well don't feel too bad or too glad, these guys hardly count as Citizens but that's on them. They have apparently collected a significant number of neat and cleverful things, all of which you may keep should you come across them. All exempt for the lantern your gods require of course. Don't come back without it.

Your boons for this mission are as follow:

A Weapons Cache - I haven't personally gone through every single item in this collection but I am told they are for pacification and non-lethal if you hold them right. Who knows what happens if you hold them wrong.

Ward Breaking Talismans - You will not be kept safe from hexes, but you will be able to break through most protective spells and also bonus: you can touch the talisman to objects and people to see if they are what they seem to be. Pretty useful.

Spatters is in a constant sad state of affairs. It's not a neighbourhood into which respectable citizens often travel, and it is easy to see why; there seem to be mostly cracked houses and smashed windows, half-tents and shanties made up by discarded materials. This is where Baedal's rejects end up, the half-wits, the psychotics who cannot function in the City and those who can't deal with shifted reality. It's also a home to those who have business they wish to keep out of the public eye. Man-eaters and predators of different stripes are known to stalk Spatters. The streets are eerily empty, but perhaps the people here are so used to hiding that they hardly ever seen.

The House have a building in the area, and it is not far away from the basement that has been pointed out as host to the Candlelighter hideout. The place is likely to be occupied, and the occupants are likely to expect hostile company.

Comments

[withdeviltry.livejournal.com]

Robin waves. "We're still waiting for the nice man with the pleasant personality who yelled at us to arrive, don't worry!"

Because ... that's exactly what she wanted to know, Robin, of course.

"There's some things in boxes that you might find useful, depending on your preference," she adds, gesturing with one hand towards the weapons and the talismans. "I'm Robin, and if there's anything or anyone we meet that needs an exorcism this fine evening ... I'll do my best."

[alan_shore]

"Oh dear," Alan says, stopping just inside the entrance and conducting a leisurely survey of all assembled (the redhead to his left receives an assessing glance that has very little to do with gauging combat readiness).

There's a dollop of theatrical dismay in his voice; he carries no gear of any kind and wears slacks, a long-sleeve shirt.

"I hoped if I tarried long enough you'd simply leave without me."

It's hard to tell if he's being serious or not. You'd best get used to that.