Part MMMDCCCXIII: Of Answers Half-Spoken
Of Answers Half-Spoken
Eleventh Day of the Ninth Month 294 AC
The tea is getting cold, steam no longer rising from the fine porcelain cup to swirl in eddies among the pillars of the room carved with abstract designs at once arcane and pleasing to the eye, and the words are getting more dangerous. As one who is drunk on magic, your new friend begins to suffer slips of the tongue, about the new patrol schedules, about the reasons why everyone is on edge and why they insist on crossing every t and dotting every i. Of course, they have no reason to mistrust one as obviously loyal to the Heir of Iblis as you, but the shipment... the shipment had just arrived not three bells past and no one wanted to be seen as endangering it.
The janni-kin does not say which shipment it is. In his magic-addled state he must think that this is secrecy enough, he does not have to say more. Turning the conversation to what patrols and traps are around is not easy since whatever they are they are obviously not inconveniencing the garrison much, more's the pity. Thus you find yourself in the unenviable position of having to stoke suspicion about others in the chain of command with innuendo and implications since you barely know a handful of names of the officers and cannot even be sure which of them are serving here and which are back at court at any one moment.
Garin tosses you a worried look from where he is standing beside the ever more uneasy sharp-eyed soldier, far enough away that he and only he can hear what you are saying
"Trying to stoke suspicion while you are by far the most suspicious person around is poor tradecraft," he sends.
"I know, it's not like I have a lot of options," you all but snap back. It has been too long since you have been limited like this, too long since you could not fall back on your power quite so readily. Still, you at least have some sense of where the vault might be found from reading your victim's surface thoughts as you turn his mind towards the matter.
Route to Vault Found
"The Brothers of the Iron Guard would put paid any treachery..." the words have the weight of cold finality to them, almost of fear, which you did not think the warriors of the Great Sultan could even feel, certainly not with regards to their own allies.
"I have seen no giants here," you note, an edge of curiosity to your words, inviting further confidences. "They must be quite the pair..." It is too late that you realized he had not given the number and you had simply plunked it from the shadows in his mind.
Thankfully, he does not catch the slip of the tongue. "Indeed they are. Through their might shall the cowardly traitors that slither on the out-islands be brought to heel. I would much rather see them all executed by excruciation, of course, but seeing their lords broken in battle will help to convince the fools that they must submit again to the three-tailed lash."
Your eyes slip to his belt where the aforementioned symbol of authority rests, a mere copy of the one borne by the captain of the Sultan's Guard... but the implications. Does this man expect to command some portion of the captured islands?
"We are in position to blow the secondary alchemical magazines," you hear Lya's voice in your mind, suddenly. "We were lucky enough to get one of their own mages enthralled for it, a Brass Shaper who we used to open the way in here. So we can make it look like an inside job, at least at first glance. She will be missed soon, however, so we can't hold off on it long. What do we do?"
[] Set off the distraction and try to make it to the vault in time
[] Tell them to wait, you do not know about the traps on the way, even with Garin's help they might fatally slow you
OOC: I hope the way I presented this works. I did not want to describe the way to the vault twice, once now and once when you actually cross it.
Last edited: