(Loyalty Is,) Behind Door 17

[Saber Sloth]

Aug 2019

(Loyalty Is,) Faces on Posters

Sep 2019

(Loyalty Is,) El Rancho Motel

Oct 2019

Flowers and Flames

Dec 2019

(Loyalty Is,) Edna's Aftermath

Dec 2019

The Loss of Another

Jan 2020

(Loyalty Is,) What Remains

Jan 2020

(Loyalty Is,) The Source

Mar 2020

(Loyalty Is,) Diner Destination

Apr 2020

(Loyalty Is,) The Great Spider Bazaar

Apr 2020

(Loyalty Is,) Funderland Findings

Apr 2020

(Loyalty Is) Steps Retraced

Jun 2020

(Loyalty Is,) Spillin' Secrets

Jul 2020

(Loyalty Is,) Behind Door 17

Back they venture to the ruins of the El Rancho Motel. Different again from the last time it was gazed upon by the Funderland Freehold's Lost. The plot was still sectioned off, but rope and caution tape were easily bypassed, the entirety of what was the adjacent second floor was taken down, as well as the rooms beneath it. There was a path now, as the debris were cleared for ease of access. Notably towards the unit they were travelling to.

Room 17. Where the bathroom door was the Hedge Gate into the Orchard, where Iron Meg over the Rotary Girl's phone lines told Anatole to open and meet her. So the Ogress could show the Wizened the true meaning of Fear.

The Lost planned to use this meeting as bait to draw the Ogress out of the Hedge and into their waiting arms. Cutting the Cudgel away from the operation, leaving the Orchard to flounder and the Queen Anne without her second.

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Anatole Yumyumcrow Circe Origins Seraphina Orianna Rhodes Xadun Shane James Turner Sonnie Wu Abyssalstar

[Sonnie Wu]

War was a human invention, full of greed and hatred. Prolonged violence with a habit of destroying everything.

Animals fought one another, but it was ever brief, and for the sake of survival. The balance of the world was maintained.

As a Beast, Sonnie stood somewhere in the middle. Anxiety festered as she waited for the others from where she lurked down the street. Fighting to defend herself was one thing. But this... this was essentially a premeditated murder.

Yet, it felt necessary. Queen Anne's operation was a threat: to her home, to her friends. Threats needed to be eliminated, and Iron Meg was the biggest weapon in Anne's arsenal.

A monkey would defend her troop.

So, quietly, she waited and watched for the others. The Steepscrambler had tried to activate a contract to cover her tracks, but her attempts met with continual failure. So now, frustration sat upon her anxiety.

Great.

I hate you dice roller

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2020-07-16 19:26:57	Sonnie Wu rolls 2 to Nevertread 3: Int + Wyrd -2	5, 6	failure
2020-07-16 19:26:10	Sonnie Wu rolls 3 to Nevertread (attempt 2) Int + Wyrd -1	6, 3, 5	failure
2020-07-16 19:25:26	Sonnie Wu rolls 4 to Nevertread: Int + Wyrd	6, 6, 6, 7	failure

Equipment: Hedgespun staff (+1 DMG), Hedgespun boots (+2 SPD), Hedgespun pendant (+1 DEF), messenger bag, smart phone, Goblin Fruit (2 dream-a-drupes in a ziploc baggie, 1 coupnettle tea in a thermos), small handheld mirror, bottled water, bag of peanut M&Ms.

Nevertread: Catch met, as Sonnie sleeps barefoot every night and also spend much of her waking day barefoot. So no Glamour spent. Failed the roll three times, so... yeah. Nothing happens.

[Circe]

Circe wasn't even trying to be sublte tonight. She came ready for war. She had much reason to seek revenge against Meg and Anne. They had this coming for a long, long, loooong time! And she was eager.

The duffel bag helped to hide her toys and she needed to find a good spot as she approached the destination. It would be best to find a spot to snipe Meg when she arrived. What was here?

The Larcenist looks around, trying to find a good spot.

Lol Derp

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-07-16 21:46:19		Circe rolls 6 to Perception 6 (10 Again)		1, 1, 3, 4, 2, 4		failure

Equipment

Hooded trench coat. Reinforced black fabric skin suit and a thin Kevlar vest, thigh pack, tactical belt, fanny pack. 2 LED flashlights, 2 flip lighters, box of matches, 3 sticks of dynamite, 1 timer, holster with colt pistol plus 3 clips and 15 loose rounds. SKS with fiber sights, silencer, strap plus 2 clips and 10 loose rounds. Knee high hiking boots, thigh sheathed knife, lock picks, Hedgespun multitool, silenced Makarov plus 2 clips. 3 flasks of dream-a-drupe Summer. To anyone who wanted to borrow kit from her Circe will happily provide a machete, a Makarov with 2 extra clips, or a hockey breastplate.

[Rhodes]

Murder.

The Fear of death was a primal one, older than thought. But only people feared to kill. Their minds were so far removed from the apes they left behind that killing, even to survive, was slowly being walled off from part of their nature. Of course, there were also those that refused. That revelled in it.

Rhodes disliked killing with his own hands. He was a manipulator, a puppeteer, more content to make one do the deed for him and thus remain aloof, separate. But the Fear... that was a rare opportunity too close to miss. The Ogre may cloak herself in the Leaden's protections from fear, but it would still be there, in the air. Tense, and temption. Autumns could be reckless, in their pusuit of Fear, in the Secrets of Arcadia... And no small part of him found her distasteful. There was no way this Ogre, this thug, could know more about fear than him. The very idea.

And yet... if she did, he must have it, or remove her so she could never use it.

He had decided to take Circe up on her offer of a pistol, if only because it meant not being in Meg's teeth while attacking her. And so he had prepared accordingly, as he lay his head down to sleep the night before.

2 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2020-07-17 08:22:48	Rhodes rolls 5 to Wisdom of Dreams: Wits+Comp (10 Again)	4, 3, 6, 10, 8, 6	2 successes

The Dread Lord moved quietly among the others, his face set in a smile that looked a little too heartless to be comfortable. He was dressed down - a hard-wearing shirt, loose pants and skneakers for running. He nodded to the ladies already gathered.

"Do you have it?" he asked Circe for the pistol, nodding to the bag.

Rhodes uses Wisdom of Dreams to acquire the "Pistols" speciality for Firearms.

Equipment: Hedgespun coat (+1def when active), kitchen knife, notebook and pen, hip flask full of 20 year old single malt scotch, Wallet containing a picture of Seraphina and $157

[James Turner]

James wasn’t here to murder the Ogress. He agreed it needed done and it was likely Circe could handle that. The freehold was severely lacking in warriors so the odds were already against them. He understood the practical nature of the decision that was made and wish they’d had more time to enact a proper plan. He had ideas running through his mind on contingency plans on what to do when this, in his mind, inevitably went wrong.

He had his hunting knife on his belt just in case he needed it but if he had to use it he was already dead. The only thing he could do was hide, observe, and report. Keep an eye on the surroundings for when the gunshots drew attention and their escape route for reinforcements. Environment and position were still important in a fight after all. Other than that there would be information to obtain, especially if they could keep Meg alive to question but he couldn’t give anyone that much credit.

failure

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2020-07-17 09:20:10	James Turner rolls 7 to Disguise: (Wits + Subtrefuge + Mantle Bonus) (10 Again)	5, 3, 6, 1, 5, 1, 6	failure

1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2020-07-17 09:20:27	James Turner rolls 6 to Disguise: (Wits + Subtrefuge + Mantle Bonus) -1 (10 Again)	9, 7, 6, 6, 4, 1	1 success

James had shown up in a thrown together disguise, nothing that would stand a ton of scrutiny but something that might be passable at a glance. Some make up to put circles under his eyes, contacts to change the color, hat to hide his hair with a tuft of extension to give it a false color. Anything else would likely fail to pass inspection or be to conspicuous in the time he had and materials he had to work with.

Stealth was the key factor here though, he’d slip into the motel and nodded a greeting to the assembled there eyes scanning the room as he said one thing, “We should probably try and question her if we can, if we can't... Not much of a fighter so I’m going to hide and keep an eye out. If there’s an opening and it’s needed I’ll do what I can,” before finding a hollowed-out nook or deep shadow to slip into and disappear before their quarry arrived. He’d take what position he could but if he could find one where he could view the door and peek outside he would. If not he’d just have to use his ears to listen for sirens.

3 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2020-07-17 09:20:54	James Turner rolls 4 to Stealth (Dex + Stealth) (10 Again)	8, 9, 9, 5	3 successes

[Seraphina]

The Treasured wasn’t looking forward to this. She’d killed before, and would do it again to defend those she cared about. But she felt differently now about running into fight, her life was in a place she never thought it would be.

But they needed to do this. She had to not think about only herself.

Walking up, she was dressed in black pants with a black tank top and boots. Her Hedgespun jacket was worn, her long hair thrown up in a bun. She wore no makeup, had finger-less gloves and no smile. A messenger bag slung over her shoulder.

Nothing was said as looked to those gathered. Hoping she wouldn’t have to use her healing abilities on them. Hoping they would walk away unscathed. But she wasn’t stupid, and knew there would be causalities and there would be injuries.

Hedgespun Jacket(+1 DEF and +1 INT) First Aid kit, bottles of water (2) compact mirror

[Saber Sloth]

James Turner Shane Please Include your Equipment in your next post or you will not have it.

[Yamiyo Lillich]

Arriving in dressed for the occasion, her clothing sensible and easy to move and maneuver in having chosen sweatpants with proper pockets that she could zip together along with a belt over it. Shoes with a good grip made for running on her feet all to be prepared, she was no fighter either and she was there to aid yes but the killing would not be for her. She could sneak and if she was given a chance perhaps help free some prisoners but the fighting was really not her strongest suite unfortunately, nor was she secure enough in using a gun that even considering to lend one felt wise to her but rather far to dangerous.
Thin gloves covering her hands, partially to make sure she wouldn't leave fingerprints that was an old habit and ones chosen to give her ease to move her fingers and keep a good grip as well.

Trying to call upon the Wyrd to activate the defenses of her ankle bracelet but feeling a strong disconnection immediately, not a good starting sign but at least it wasn't a token with a drawback that could come bite her ass.

failure

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2020-07-17 10:59:47	Yamiyo Lillich rolls 2 to Activating hedgespun Wyrd (10 Again)	1, 1	failure

Sighing a bit well she could always spend some effort on it later instead not being sure if now was the best time to waste her energy though.

"I have a small stungun with me here, sadly I am not the best at using it though so if anyone else want's to use it so will I gladly lend it to you. I will most likely need to keep it away for my defensive powers to work their best anyways and a larger model that I really cannot carry myself so at least that one I need someone to borrow otherwise I will have to leave it here and come back for it, the small one is easy to abandon should I need it but to abandon two will be far to hard so someone kindly take the larger one."
Looking towards John.
"Perhaps you would like one of them, they are both legal if that matters and can be quite effective as well or at the very least they should not hurt."

Taking a couple of deep breaths, she would not be the one doing any killing true but still she signed up for the mission and the sights she risked to see could be horrible enough, fixing her hair and setting it up in a ponytail, lightly touching her ears making sure they were clear every preparation would be good to have.

Purse - cheaper one and not as fashionable but sturdy.
Small shield: strapped on her right arm.
Lockpicks:
Smartphone
Sewing gear - (various, sheer's, thread's, needles, measuring tape, a couple of buttons, seam ripper)
Hair/bobby pins
Zippo lighter
Ankle bracelet hedgespun D+1
A combined personal attack alarm/watch/flashlight - waterproof 160 decibel
Pepper Spray clipped on her belt.
Stun Gun (compact blue streetwise and vipertek)
Water bottle
6 small bottles of vodka
money clip and a sum of combined 100$ along with some loose coins.

[Sonnie Wu]

Seeing the others approach, Sonnie departed from her lurking spot and joined them. Hands were thrust into the pockets of her dark blue hoodie, of which she had the hood up over a 49ers cap. She was rather covered up for a summer evening

"So, um..." she said softly, "Is the bait... er, um, Anatole here yet? When is Meg getting here?" The Beast scanned around the area nervously, "Should we start hiding nearby or what?"

D'oh! Forgot Sonnie's throwing knives in my first post! She has 3. One concealed in each sleeve and the third at the small of her back. Hope it's okay to include them now!

[Circe]

Circe looks at Rhodes as he arrives with a massive smile on her face, "Of course," she pulls out a Makarov to hand over to him. Then a pair of clips to follow after Rhodes takes the Soviet pistol, "Lucky we didn't trade these at auction huh? Ya need tips on reloading?"

Her smile turns into a scowl as James seems to think something like Iron Meg would be taken prisoner so easily. They'd need at least a half dozen Ogres with those dog control nooses, minimum, to even try it. Seraphina and Yamiyo get nods of approval as well. "Smart offer Yammy. I've got some party favors too if folks need. And I'm sure Anny is on his way."

"Sonny, that is the notion. Sniping is best done from hiding, at least that's what I've read," she waves her hand, "And if a medal of honor sniper says that it's gotta be true.