The Grey Dust

Table of Monsters

I rolled an 18.

Now that I have some time to commit myself to this.

Although why would a scholar need armor <_<

Ebonfort

Pay Day

(Add this/these to your ledger as wages/seasonal expenses for Crimsia)
Gregory = 25gp/day * 61 days = 1,525 GP - 762 GP, 5 SP Loan Repayment - 122 GP Common Living Expenses = 640 GP

@Twhirtley

Gregory need to double the Common Living Expenses due to Kenneth. resulting in 518 I believe.

Blood Compact: Vampire Genocide

I'll be flying back home after Wednesday.

Blood Compact: Vampire Genocide

Well you can accidentally find Camelot, it's actually on the grounds of the Welsh Estate held by Bedivere. Below it actually. The entrance is through a deep artesian well. The groundwater of the well runs deep into the underground cistern the ruins of Camelot sits in, buried beneath centuries of history. So if you swim through the cold waters in the dark depths against the flow, you'll reach Camelot's Courtyard.

That being said, Bedivere would not allow humans to pass freely without being either descendants of the original knights and can prove so with a pedigree stretching back to one of Arthur's men. Or you could also attempt to become sworn in as a Knight, either by taking the challenge or getting Merlin's approval.

Regardless this is assume Bedivere doesn't slay you within moments of find you. Most other vampires leave the place alone due to the Judeo-Christian imagery found all over, as well as the staunch protector of its halls. Merlin also made it nearly impossible to scry into, so blueprints and diagrams of Camelot do not exist, nor would any scans of the area save for a physical presence be able to witness it.

And since the only above ground entrance is the well, and there is no valid reason to dig in the historical Welsh estate held by Bedivere via proxy, it also limits how Hive could storm into Camelot <_<.

If Adam wants the key, he'd have to send a human into Camelot to fetch it, and make sure the human is invited by Bedivere, or Mithias who could give the human an escort through the halls.

One more thing overall, I'd like to throw into the pot here worth mentioning, can we try and limit the "Conveniently pulling information out of our hats" routine? I mean I guess technically a quick informative dossier would be acceptable within the means of "intelligence gathering" but limit the information to stuff that is selectively known about the target such as information which would be publically available. Like while Bedivere knew about Adam being associated with Yamato, he didn't know Adam's shoe size or collar size. Nor where all his encrypted secure communications and information centers and their layouts to successfully infiltrate them. Given that Bedivere controlled MI6, or the British Intelligence Agency, he'd have such information at his fingertips in the game of espionage. But I played it out that even he doesn't keep tabs on everyone and everything but has pawns lower down that probably would. Yet he only skims through the summary compiled which is pretty much all that the Author of the party allows me to know.

Anyways, back to work. I did not have a terrible fish sandwich today. :)

Blood Compact: Vampire Genocide

On business travel again :I
I swear I'm racking up those frequent flier miles.
Should I ask for a pay raise D:?

The Silent Watch [Ebonfort]

A small change in tone. Discernable, although her expressions were less indicative than her fellows around her.

"A dark cave echoes questions louder." A simple phrase used by the Gargoyles in reference to her annoyance at his own interrogation and lack of definitive answer. The analogy was rather easy to imagine, given the nature of the vivid expression. Henceforth since Gregory had no knowledge of this woman, he was the dark cave which gave such a response prying to know more about her. But he simply nodded in understanding of her less than satisfactory critique of his inquiries. "The alternate would have been preferred. Selling her for his own hide. Disgraceful." There was an odd moment as if Gregory was caught between a grin and a growl. Perhaps the suggestion of the hypothetical was supposed to be taken as a joke? In honesty, had his step-father been killed, Gregory would be more enthusiastic for this trade off. To which he gave a dead-eyed stare at his mother who, looked back pitifully bound.

There was something about watching her conduct business with all the cards on her side which was entertaining to watch. Not entertaining in the sense of wanting to record it on TiVo and watch it religiously, but more impressive to watch a shrewd business woman wear pants without wearing any pants. Then again Gregory wasn't exactly wearing pants either so the whole anachronistic allusion was rather moot. After little consideration, and probably watching her wet her phallic knife into another man's heart there was really no way to refuse and leave with three bodies."Warlord Keelie, your gracious terms are acceptable. My forge and hammer are yours." Gregory bowed his head slightly towards her with a nod.

"A missing Ebon would not bode well for business. Ebon in good faith in lieu of Mother until the first transaction is satisfactory." An odd sacrificial move. Although there was reason for Mother to stay there, she would be safe with them in order for Keelie to maintain leverage. Taking the Ebon back would put the ebon knight in the pocket of the business venture. While also ensuring fewer people were harmed in the process. One already died during negotiations another is not needed. "Warlord Keelie, will you honor my proposal?"

Blood Compact: Vampire Genocide

@The Grey Dust

I had Gym today, they made us run 24 laps of track, i think that beats a fish sandwich

@Kurai Assassin

yes, but that is because you were Mandated to perform this task.

I did the following out my own free will :I

Blood Compact: Vampire Genocide

I had a terrible fish sandwich for lunch.

I was informed by the men behind the counter it was a good fish sandwich.

He lied.

And Now I felt the need to vent my frustration at having listen to his inaccurate suggestion as it has caused me to purchase and consume a fish sandwich.

Needless to say, I will no longer purchase fish sandwich from this liar.

This has ruined my Friday.

The Silent Watch [Ebonfort]

He took his seat on the ground, although sitting on the ground was a rather awkward task for a Gargoyle, especially one of Gregory's size. Kneeling down and crossing his legs was difficult, given the need to maneuver three limbs into a position and elevating his folded wings higher from the ground. It took some finagling, but eventually, after a few slow plods of knee, claws, fists and a few slams of his tail did he manage to sit upon the cool earth. It might have been rather comically really to watch a massive gargoyle attempt to sit down with the grace of an elephant.

So they were followed. It seems the Ebon was not all too willing to let business be conducted without sticking her nose into it. Technically speaking whatever this may have been, prior to such knowledge, was none of her concern. Although now with these Screams casting their lot here, well, perhaps it was now. either way, the ruckus the made fighting suggested they had at least attempted to put up a fight. Although it seemed it only took one giant of a human to finish the job and take out an Ebon and her two associates. Seemed rather unfair give the numbers, yet the human seemed to be able at combat.

"Very well. Warlord Keelie of Blood Vines, what is your base price." It was not a question, but perhaps a statement. "And what of those three." Gregory broke eye-contact for a moment to refer to the three less-than-conscious fools which had followed for some odd reason. Although again, more of a statement than a question given the flat-tone Gregory ended upon rather than the turning of the inquisitional phrase. "And will the blood-debt be paid by blood?" This one was a question. Inquired simply rather than the last two flat statements.

The Silent Watch [Ebonfort]

Most concerning. Deeply concerning. But somewhat expected from his broken family. They did not speak more as they flew, and though the arrow of time flew past them, Gregory was certain they were westward bound. At first perhaps the issue was at Stonecrest, but that was to the north. Were wood parted and gave way to flowing grasslands at the feet of the mountains. Certainly perhaps then Ruby Banks, some peculiar entanglement which had brought his accursed step-father into trouble with whatever merchant or minor official there. But that thought too faded away as they ventured further west, where the trees became twisted and gnarled. Forsaken even compared to the emerald majesty of Greenfall. Only one placed remained... Far from the Mountains: The Valley of Screamers.

Indeed there was deep trouble if something was requested here. And more so, now that the Screamers did show themselves to the arrival of Stonetongue and the flock. What treachery was this? Gregory glanced at Stonetongue with a dead-eyed glare, although almost impossible to discern from his usual horned scowl, most gargoyles could read the emotions of others of their kin with relative ease. Something about approximating the desired facial expression given the situation helped.

The appearance of the large man, well large by human standards, as Gregory still was a head taller than he was contrasted starkly by the smaller woman. A female who, Gregory towered over in size and stature however seemed to be rather disarming with her coy grin. There was something about the smile which did not settle well with Gregory, something seen in a merchant from Ruby Bank's glinting façade. A promise of a bargain of a lifetime, only at a cost of a lifetime of work. Or some other sly devilry they often had amongst them. Bad deals regarding ore and supplies left Gregory ever so cautious when dealing with shrewd merchants. Call it naïve but Gregory still believed in the worth of a honest day's wages, never pricing his work beyond that which can be afforded first, and beyond that which would keep the business running. A little profit was scraped away off the top, after all the expenses paid and investments balanced. And this went to feeding his two children, one of which would be hungry by now...

"Mother." Gregory simply greeted the wrapt gargoyle as she was led towards him. Like some prize stag or game, bundled together so she could not escape. There was no love lost between them, not really at least, she went off her way to provide for her family and he forged his path. Whichever one made it out better would be decided now. "How fares my Half-Brother?" Given her current state, Gregory's immediate concern was to his next of living kin.

"Before we speak, I wish to know more of my mother's captors." He looked down at the small woman who was dressed as scant as he. An easy request, as he lowered his wings and completely folded them behind him. It would be a sign of compliance, given that he could not fly away without having to spread them out once more. Although the action could be swift to do so, it was more of a symbolic approach between the Gargoyles to do so and speak between friends.

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Elsewhere, back in Greenfall, Kenneth was a bit busy counting out his daily stipend to find himself a meal. Given that his Master has been gone for some time now, maybe it would be a longer business trip? Although there was a good few dozen golds left from the week's payments, surely Master Gregory wouldn't mind if he appropriated those right? And sneak into the bar with a heavy purse of gold?