(Rotten Roots) Round Table

[Saber Sloth]

Aug 2022

Rotten Roots

Jan 2023

(Rotten Roots) Round Table

Mar 2023

(Rotten Roots) Take Warning

Mar 2023

(Rotten Roots) Grave Matters

Sep 2023

(Rotten Roots) Underbrush

After what happened in the Hedge off the Trod in Capital Park, Gerrit being infected with the Rust, leaving Sacramento to regain his strength the Lost knew that they couldn't go off half cocked and expect success.

Especially not with how deadly and consuming the Rust seems to be.

So the Lost gather in a meeting room in Funderland, drinks to the side, snacks on the table, to talk about the Rust covered Goblin Fruit, and agree on a game plan.

I want to get this one in the bag in a month! So we can get onto the rest of the Plot ASAP!

Yumyumcrow Anatole BoxingUnicorn Liam Gelt ragnarokxg Vincent Black Origins Circe Orianna Seraphina Xadun Rhodes

[Circe]

Circe arrived well dressed in another suit, carrying her laptop case with exactly that in it. She was here to take copious notes for the hell of it. And to mention her own attempts to protect her own Hollow from the Rust. Wrought iron was a bitch to get into the Hedge, but the fencing might do something to block it.


Oh, and to try to map the spread of Rust relative to Iron Side. And of course, she was quite well armed. Currently the only plan she had was to take a page from the Bridge Burners, which was always "last and worst plan."

Circe sets up her laptop at one head of the table, ready to type. Then gets herself a drink and some snacks. Early blue bird, etcetera etcetera.

[Seraphina]

Sera wasn’t sure what to expect from this meeting. She knew what she had heard and been told, but that was about it. Whatever this Rust was, it was dangerous and they needed to stop it. Or at least find a way to contain it somehow.

Walking into the meeting room, she carries a messenger bag with notebooks and pencils. In one of the notebooks was a few ideas she had talked about with Anatole at the Coronation. Today she wore a skirt with a sweater, and while one might think it too cold for such a skirt, her legs were insulated with leggings! So, she was quite warm and looked good. A win win.

“Hi Circe.” She greets, pouring herself something warm to drink.

[Vincent Black]

Vincent walked up to the ladies, not sure what was needed, he dressed in a t-shirt, black zip up hoodie, and black pants with a pair of black tactical boots. He had a backpack slung on his back. "Good evening, ladies, how are you two doing?" Vincent pulled a Ghost energy drink out of his bag, popped the top and took a big swig.

Equipment

Kevlar Vest
Burner Phone
Digital Camera
Handcuffs

[Anatole]

Anatole walks in, his footfalls heavy on the floor and his shadowy mantle slithering behind him. He is in a simple, inexpensive, suit with his notes similarly kept in a messenger bag. Unlike the Coronation, his hair and beard are loose and wild - effusive curls in contrast to his scarred and burned skin.

He pauses at the main table to take stock of who else has come: Circe, Seraphina and a newcomer he had only glimpsed briefly Vincent Black His mantle begins to pool beneath his feet. Eyes, under thick furred brows, fasten on the Courtless Beast and he nods approvingly.

2 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2023-01-25 01:59:04	Anatole is perceptive rolls 4 to Wits + Composure (10 Again)	3, 6, 8, 9	2 successes

"Good. Good. This si what we need. We have a sure problem here."

He places down his bag and pulls up a seat.

[Rhodes]

The Dread Lord entered moments later, looking around the room. "Good, good," he muttered, more to himself than by any introduction. Today's suit is a steely grey, the shirt a muted brown to match the shoes. Unbuttoned gaps at the shoulders allow the Fairest's branches freedom from his shoulder blades - relatively bare in the winter, though some thick evergreen leaves still remain, matching those at his temples, wrists and ankles. Still the bright red flowers have not returned, as winter continues its mild grip. The Matle of the Autumn King rustles the area around him with an icy breeze, lacking in leaves but haunting in whispers.

"So I hear," he replied to the Paladin. Rhodes looks around again, before moving over to follow his wife in a hot drink on the chill day. "Are we expecting any others, or can we begin?" He pecks Sera's cheek with a kiss.

[Circe]

"Sup Sera? Aside from yer hem line, oh ho ho ho! Props bee tee dubs," she nods to her fellow Fairest. "No idea Vince," she twists to look at the new comer, "I'm her ta find out and see what I should dish out where."


Once a caffeine laced drink and some snacks are secured, she goes to get her laptop set up, taking a swig of caffeine as she does so. Anatole's arrival meets with her tacit approval in a silent nod, respecting his quiet nature. And not just for his attire. Rhodes also arrived in a suit, making it look like this was a mostly business or departmenal meeting or something.


Setting up the laptop and getting spreadsheets, word processor, Google Map, and everything else ready took some focus from the arrivals. "Others?" She queries back with a head tilt from behind her computer. She takes the time to munch whatever salty snack she grabbed and wash it down, "Dunno. I got nothing yet Rhodes, save fer the worst plan."

Stats & Equipment

Keys for the place. Shoulder holster Colt 45 with 3 clips, 3 Dream-a-Drupes flasks, hedgespun multitool, hedgespun glasses, wrist watch, smart phone, lighter, wallet, bubblegum, black business suit, thin bulletproof vest, black athletic shoes. encrypted high end laptop.

[Seraphina]

It was a weird feeling. The one where you always feel like you’ve overdressed, but also wanting to dress nice. Well, she considered it nice.

“Hey Vincent, good to see you.” Sipping on her coffee. “Not too bad, you?” not too bad being a relative term. This Rust shit wasn’t good, it sucked, and she hadn’t even seen it yet.

Spotting Anatole, there was a warm smile offered. They had discussed a little about the problem at Coronation, and she had a feeling his ideas were going to be a huge help. An absent nod at his words, there wasn’t much she could add, so the silent nod was her agreement.

She didn’t have to look to see who came in next, she knew that breeze very well, knew those whispers. The kiss was returned on his cheek as she takes her coffee and sits, notebooks taken out of her bag. “I’m not sure.” In response to Rhodes’ question.

An eyebrow was raised at Circe’s comment with a smirk, but she bites her tongue on replying. It was a shorter skirt, yes. But she had shorter. Plus, technically, her legs were completely covered, so did it count as being short?

“Only info I have is what I was told about at the Coronation.” Could it be called a Coronation? “Some excellent ideas were offered by Anatole to help with the problem.” Credit to the dwarf. Sure, Sera had some ideas, but not as good as his were. Pencil in hand now, ready to take notes, sketch or do whatever.

[Saber Sloth]

Sorry if I'm being pushy, I just want everyone here! BoxingUnicorn Liam Gelt

Also Anatole Do you wan me to give you anything for your Perception or are you good?

[Anatole]

Up to you Saber Sloth

I made the roll to see if Anatole clocks that Vincent is waring Kevlar