andres ♔ are we wrapped in black paranoia

[koraith]

♬ wood - second person

WHO || Koraith, Tia Ellison, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Gold, Belle, Grimrot, Dovan Ironsides, Miles Cuivre, Jaina Solo, Penelope Sariel, David Levin, Davin, Derek Hale, Richard Riddick
WHAT || A team of Knights is tasked to contact the residents of the Shadow Village on Andres Isle, recruit those who are willing to aid them, and protect the others from harm
WHERE || Andres Isle
WHEN || September 19th, 2014
HOW || Actionspam

[ The two groups tasked to deal with the denizens of the Shadow Village arrive on the bank of the river that bisects the capitol city of Andres in half.  The river slopes down from the woods and city around it, meaning that they're afforded a bit of concealment here, unless anyone stood at the top and looked down.  At this hour of the night, however, there's no one around.   Dovan grumbles a bit about 'blasted magic' as they shake off the disorienting sense of vertigo, while Koraith waits for Belle to confirm they've arrived in the right place.  She pats Gold on the arm as she pulls out her phone, and moments later, she nods to the others in confirmation.

The water laps gently nearby against the rocks, and in the distance, a bridge is visible that links the segregated Shadow village with its thatched roof houses, to the city proper, which seems lined with wealthy manor homes.  ]

Comments

[generaldavideus]

[And just before the door closes, because David is massive and likes to make an entrance, and he actually tracked the two reckless teenagers down fairly easily (search 20 total), his hand catches it. Giant Viking, hanging out in armor, no big deal.

He glances to both Lydia and Stiles as well as, before turning to the elf lady with a nice smile. He likes elves. He had a lot of elf allies in Everworld (diplomacy 24).]

Sorry. I was just admiring the area. You have a lovely home.

[Sadly he does not speak Elvish, the elves he knew spoke Gaelic.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ the woman does a double-take when david walks in, stopping from where she intended to answer stiles to flash the newcomer a somewhat dazed looking smile, as she not too subtly gives him a quick once-over. hello~ ]

Another... friend of yours, I take it?

[killingtodeath]

[See Stiles. See Stiles picking up what's going on. (sense mo...tive? whatever he got a nat 20. HE KNOWS). Moving to David's side, he puts one hand on the Viking's back and wraps the other around his impressive bicep and just guides David further into the room.]

He is! [Just going to play this up.] This is David and he is helping us gather forces to try to take a stand against Sarandis. So we've obviously got the muscle... But we're trying to see if we can find people on this side of town to help the cause. You wouldn't happen to know anyone that's tired of the way things are run around here, would you?

[And he gets a 27 to diplomacy to make that sound like a great plan, I guess.]

[generaldavideus]

[Shockingly, David knows what's going on to boot (sense motive 18 - we're sticking with sense motive, it makes sense). He lets Stiles guide him, and will do his best to play along, but he's kind of hopeless. He's not really good at flirting, exactly, and should probably just let Stiles do the talking because he seems a little awkward about being dangled in front of her like catnip (charisma ... 6).]

We want to try and gather as much help as we can, as well as protect those who can't fight.

[This seems ... slightly familiar though so he's just going to let Stiles keep talking.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ she looks between the two of them, but her gaze mostly sticks on david, sry. that's happening. ] You're... you're here to revolt against the Prime Minister? [ her eyebrows climb up to her hairline, and she looks nervous, but seems to realize this isn't a trap and they're being legit (sense motive nat 20!!!) ] I can't believe what I'm hearing. I didn't... didn't really think anyone cared about us down here. About what they've been doing.

[immuno]

That's the thing about totalitarian government control of information. You don't really know what's going on out there. And right now, we can tell you that out there? Is an army waiting to bring this little island's Hitler-light to justice.

[ She turns away from the painting, stepping up alongside Stiles. ]

But it's not our island to take: it's yours. We can only help you win it.

[ diplomacy 31 ]

We can arm anyone who fights with us, and help evacuate anyone who can't or won't. Any chance you know who to call to rally the troops around here?

[behindcloseddoors]

Sorry, it's not that I don't-- it's not that you aren't right, obviously, but can I know who you are? Where you came from?

[killingtodeath]

We're the good guys. [Stiles says with a smile, like that is definitely plenty to go off of. Look, it's a secret organization!! He's not really sure how much they're allowed to disclose here.]

[generaldavideus]

[Secret organization, yes. But sometimes you need to roll with it and hope for the best. And, well, David's standing there in Knights of the Silver Dragon Scalemail^TM with a sword strapped to his back, if it's not obvious then what can you do. And if this backfires, well, he'll deal with it.]

We're from the Knights of the Silver Dragon.

[HOPEFULLY THIS WON'T END BADLY.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ recognition and shock flood her features, as she looks between them, mouth dropping open. ] You're--

So they're real?

[immuno]

No, we're your fever dream.

[ Painfully deadpan. Well, maybe now's not the time. Assuming elf-lady picks up on that, Lydia just barrels ahead. ]

Sir Stiles, David, and Lydia.

[ She points as she introduces each one. ]

[behindcloseddoors]

Anira Dilant. I'm sorry, it's just-- [ a bright smile lifts her expression, and she shakes her head laughing ] We always figured you were more of a fairy tale. My sister's heard things. [ if you think this is going to help the starry eyed way she looks at david u r wrong ] She and I can go door to door, gather the elves together, at least. Not everyone particularly... gets along with our kind, even here. I've a feeling any of the more war-like races would laugh in our faces if we showed up on their door, saying we intended revolution of any sort.

You have somewhere for us to go, then? Those who-- those who shouldn't be in the middle of all this?

[killingtodeath]

There are boats. Or there will be. We've got people all over, covering all sides. We just need more manpower to back it up. Do you know who from the other races would be good to talk to? Maybe they speak muscle and my friend David could convince them.

[He claps a hand to David's shoulder. He's like a walking Uncle Sam poster tbh.]

[behindcloseddoors]

Well... a lot of the less savory types look up to Grulk. He was a bugbear chieftain back in Faerun. Beyond that, I'm-- not sure I could say. My sister might have a better idea. She knows more of the people here. She's a Knight-errant herself. Or... was, back in our homeworld. It's why she's long been fascinated with what rumors she heard of your existence.

[killingtodeath]

Really? That sounds pretty perfect, actually. Is she here?

[immuno]

Better tell her to rise and shine: we could use a few extra knights. And directions to this chieftain, Grulk.

[generaldavideus]

[David keeps his focus Anira, not wanting to get off track, even if he's a little thrown by the way Lydia is electing to handle the situation. Sarcasm and demands aren't exactly the way to get people to help you. Regardless, Anira was the mission and if her sister was a knight-errant, that at least gives her a bit of clout with the elves, if nothing else.]

It would be good to speak with her. Even if she doesn't want to be in the fight itself, we could use a few ideas as to where to start.

[behindcloseddoors]

[ anira nods, and moves towards one of the bedroom doors ] She's in her room, just let me -- [ she pushes open the door, opens her mouth to speak and then balks at what is... apparently a surprising sight in there. ] Nyna?

[byrned]

[ And that is-- quite the eyeful Anira gets there. Maybe two eyefulls. She's welcome. He will just stop the thing that it is he's doing to her sister, and turn towards her. ]

Fuck don't you ever knock?

[ Apparently something important is going on? He looks back to Nyna, and moves off her, rolling away to the side.

Hi. ]

[killingtodeath]

[Stiles crit failed a listen check so he has no idea what's going on. How far away are the bedrooms even? Maybe he's just lost in Lydia's eyes. Either way, he's very oblivious to the whole... show going on in the next room.]

Not a bad start, right?

[generaldavideus]

[David, unfortunately for David, does not (listen 19). He takes a few steps forward to try and see what's happening and when he does, he quickly turns around, wishing he could unsee what he just saw.]

I'll, uh. I'll wait in the other room.

[immuno]

[ is that even listen or spot? w/e lydia rolled a 17 plus mods so she's just ... situated over anira's shoulder, staring in at the sight and looking rather judgy about it. wow, that happened. ]

This really isn't the kind of thing that waits for a knock.

[behindcloseddoors]

[ w h o o p s. nyna looks a little irritated at the interruption, because wow they were good and going there, thanks people. but as she yanks a blanket up, she shouts out the door: ]

By the way, gwethil! I've a man over.

[killingtodeath]

[Haha well now there's no chance of Stiles not catching on. Stepping over towards Lydia, he hooks his hand gently at the crook of her elbow and guides her back.]

Maybe we should give them a minute.

[immuno]

Or maybe they should put clothes on because we're trying to wage a war here.

[ Despite her disgruntled sass, she lets Stiles lead her away, shooting a sour look over her shoulder like gET IT TOGETHER, Y'ALL. ]