[ We find Our Heroes around the campfire, just as Fyril and Nebby return. Your messmates are still vacant, but that's okay. Session start! ] ... and so he said "That's no catapault; that's my mother!" (Wow. Wonder how long they sat there.) ( If Ethan's been telling jokes like that all night? Too long. ) (Amen to that.) * Ada idly plucks something on her mandolin. She has a look of long-suffering on her face. * Ethan grins. "And so the Ethan Swordbreaker Troop Morale Boosting Technique is complete." I feel the urge to kill you. Does that work? Well, that helps. But that * Nebrinel wanders back with a small smile on her face, and snickers at Ada's comment. * Sei yawns. 's not the point... after this, doesn't large-scale combat sound rather pleasant? * Ada considers. "No. I'd rather kill you." ... I think I've found a flaw in my technique. * Ada looks up at Nebrinel and Fyril. "Welcome back." * Nebrinel rubs her neck. "Considering what little I heard of your technique, I think it's a gigantic flaw." She nods at Ada. ... this calls for the Ethan Swordbreaker Pathetic Groveling for Your Life Technique. * Fyril looks somewhat achey. He keeps stretching or flexing various muscles as he goes back to where he was sitting before, and puts down the bow with his satchel. Or the Ethan Swordbreaker Suave Charm Out of a Tough Situat- oh, wait. That doesn't exist. My bad. *nervous laugh* * Sei is just staring off into the distance. * Nebrinel sits down, and brushes her hand over Plaguebringer. "So much boredom in war. It's... disorienting." The boredom's the best part. It's the part when nobody's trying to poke you with sharp pieces of metal. But it's the part where you're not doing anything. And you have to be rested in case someone tries to... poke you with sharp pieces of metal. (Or hurl fireballs at you, or beat you down, or...) Granted, it's kind of anticlimactic when you're all geared up for a fight and you end up sitting on your ass for days on end. * Ada mmms and nods, still idly plucking away. And, of course, the quicker the fights come, the sooner all of this is over with. * Nebrinel says in a dry voice, "The sooner the better." She yawns. * Fyril rubs his shoulders wearily, and glances around the campfire with a calculating look in his eyes. ... plus, I have a burning desire to introduce Faydra to the mighty, albeit somewhat silly, power of Pantryfiller. *biggrin* * Nebrinel gestures into the air idly. "I am not looking forward to that. Much, anyway." The sooner it happens, the sooner it's over. One way or the other. * Sei nods. ... granted, I'm not looking foward to Faydra trying to rip out my soul or turn me into my newt. * Nebrinel grins. "That's how it goes, sometimes." * Fyril leans forward towards the fire, and looks around the group again, then blows out his breath and looks around to see if anyone else came around again. s'no way to die. If I get beat 'cause I come up against someone better than me, so be it. No way I'm just gonna let myself be blasted to dust. But, of course, I'm not planning to die, because I have four highly talented, if somewhat laconic, cohorts. ^_^ * Ada rolls her eyes. "Coming from you, that's a compliment." What? You're all damn good at whatcha do... just not always the best conversationalists. * Nebrinel leans back slightly. "It's close, at least." * Fyril shrugs, and starts to speak quietly, and somewhat bitterly. "Just needed to think something out. I think I'm going to need your help tonight, in the end." Hmm? * Ada raises an eyebrow and stops playing. * Sei peers up. "Hm?" * Nebrinel smiles and sits up, glancing around. * Fyril looks into the fire. "I'm being sent out again tonight, to the other camp. I'm supposed to steal or destroy their food supply. I was thinking before that it'd just be a two-person job, but..." Oh, my... * Nebrinel finishes, "The logistics, annoyingly enough, say otherwise." Go on. * Ethan hmms. "What makes ya think two won't be enough?" * Fyril looks up at Ethan with a somewhat annoyed look on his face. "Because even between the two of us, we can't lug in enough kerosene." He looks over to Nebrinel as if checking, again. "I thought we could just burn it magically, but maybe I was wrong." * Nebrinel says, "I figure that much magic might just tip someone off. Not that lighting it on fire won't anyway, but at least it won't scream magic when it's done." Hmmm. * Ada frowns. "Either way, I think they'll know." Well, yes. But one way involves soaking everything and lighting it at once, and one involves either really controleld careful disposal, or one hell of a spell. * Fyril shakes his head. "It's going to be harder to get in with it, but at least we won't have to bring it out." He looks to Ada with a smile. "I can get out, anyway. There'll be a lot of chaos, I'd think." ... hey, Ada. Would you be able to use that earthquake thing you do to open up a hole in the ground and drop the supply tents? Maybe. * Ada glances around, then shrugs and continues in a softer voice, "Though, if all you need is a towering pillar of flame, I can provide that." * Ethan blinks, then nods in recognition, and speaks in similarly non-loud tones. "Ah yeah... the big flaming pillar of hot burny death." Depends on the layout, I guess. * Ada nods as she considers. "It's magical fire, though. Very flammable things would keep burning for a good time, but otherwise it doesn't last long or won't catch." * Fyril looks thoughtful for a moment. "Most of the supply tents are supposed to be in the same area. We could probably get most of them at once." * Ethan hrms. "Well, if we placed the kerosine barrels strategically around the camp before you did your thing... the combined effect might help do the job." Would save time by removing the need to spread the stuff around... just in, out, and boom. * Nebrinel glances around, and rubs her forehead. "Don't know how well that will work. We're just trying to get rid of the food, not wipe people out. Or get ourselves wiped out." * Fyril nods again seriously. "And we need to not be right where the fire is when it starts, too. It's going to get a lot of attention, and it'll be hard to hide around the flames." * Ethan shrugs. "s'just an idea. And considering this *is* the enemies camp, a few casualties wouldn't necessarily be a terrible thing." * Ada shakes her head. "I can get a good distance from the spell. I have to, since otherwise I'd be caught in it." Sounds like a plan, unless anyone sees a problem I'm missing. * Fyril shrugs, and looks into the fire again. "Right. Just be careful. The guards might be more wary than when I went in yesterday. And we're a larger group. Try not to draw attention, OK?" Draw attention? Me? *innocent look* * Nebrinel glares at Ethan coldly. ... I'm serious. I may be a goofball, but I *was* trained as a soldier. * Fyril looks up at Ethan. "There's a difference between being a soldier and a thief. If we get caught, it's going to be very hard to get out, and we're not getting backup." * Sei nods. I can do the stealth thing, Fyril. Not my specialty, but I can do it. Gimme a little credit here, please. *smirk* * Ada looks at the others. "So, I suppose I stay out of sight and out of mind until you finish." Split up? Never goes well... * Fyril gives Ethan a doubtful look, then turns to Ada. "Can you target something you've never seen, if you don't know where it is?" * Ada tilts her head. "No. But I don't think you want me going in there and helping you douse the place if you want me to get this spell off as soon as possible." * Nebrinel leans back again, and loooks up at the sky. ... Fyril. Please stop looking at me as if I have no clue what I'm talking about. * Fyril blinks, and nods somewhat embarassedly. "Sorry. I'm not used to sharing these things." s'okay. * Fyril looks back to Ada. "Well... you could come in with us, spot it, and then find somewhere to wait. There are always good places in any camp." That works as well as anything, I suppose. * Ethan turns to Ada. "Point... maybe have Sei wait with you? Just as a precaution, so if a patrol or somethin' stumbles onto you, you won't be alone. * Sei nods. "Works for me." * Nebrinel rolls her eyes at the sky. * Ada smiles faintly. "If it makes you feel better, sure." * Fyril looks around and nods decisively. His eyes sparkle in the firelight. "All right. We go to the captain's tent at midnight, then." * Ethan slight-blushes, but covers it decently. By his standards. Which means "badly". "Never be too safe." * Nebrinel hufs. "Bah. I guess that is the end of anything fun for the day." * Ada snickers. * Fyril presses at his neck, and shifts uncomfortably in his seat. He looks at the bow at his side with some disgust, then up to grin at Nebrinel. "What do you mean? The fun part's still ahead." * Nebrinel rolls her neck to look at Fyril and winks. "But that's tomorrow." Just gotta hope the other guys don't have Pantryfiller's long-lost brother. * Fyril nods and looks a little bit off from Nebrinel. "Only technically." * Ethan hrms. "What's the backup plan?" * Fyril blinks. "For if we somehow get caught, or for if we can't get the fire off?" Yes. Only thing my pops ever said that was worth listening too... figure out every way your plans can go wrong, and have plans to deal with that. * Nebrinel shrugs. "If the plan goes wrong we're running, captured and/or dead. There's very little room to expand upon being outnumbered that much." * Ada nods. "Teleporting out is likely impossible." * Ethan grins. "Not necessarily. If we're caught, we'd need a distraction, maybe some cover in which to sneak a way. Then a way to move faster than our pursuers..." I can run pretty fast, and I've seen at least two of you fly, so there's our speed. Distraction... some kinda bright flash? Smoke? Plague of locusts? * Nebrinel shrugs. "If you need a distraction, I probably have the best chance, all things considered. And of escaping if caught, besides." She smiles faintly at that. And if we're surrounded by elven females, we can just get Sei to drop his pants. That would give us time to get away, prolly. ... * Ada coughs. * Nebrinel chuckles. "I doubt you would be so lucky." * Nebrinel adds, "And he'd have no chance of escape, besides." ... point. Dang, back to the drawing board... maybe a life-sized painting of Sei? * Fyril blushes a bit, and looks into the fire to avoid looking at anyone else. This talk of pants dropping... * Nebrinel mms, and says in a cold tone. "If we need a distraction, just leave it to me." * Ethan shakes his head. "Regardless. Just get thinkin' about any tricks you have up your sleeves that could come in handy in a pinch." * Fyril is still blushing, and doesn't look away from the fire. "I've got a few distractions I can pull out, too. Shouldn't have to use them, though." * Sei nods. "I can think of a few, and, well, there's always that." * Fyril blinks, and looks at Sei incredulously, his face rather red. "You'd... actually do that?" If it's life or death, certainly. I've been in worse, and more embarrassing, situations before. * Nebrinel looks over at Fyril and Sei, and grins faintly. * Ada watches, amused. * Fyril blushes harder, opens his mouth to say something, closes it, and looks back into the fire wordlessly. * Sei blinks. ... I could get them all to run away by convincing them that Pantryfiller has the power to make elves grow goatees... Sure. That'd work. If you could convince them all. ... don't suppose any of you know a spell that would make it look like someone grew a goatee. Illusion-type thing. * Ada shakes her head. "Not one good enough to be that realistic." Not my area, but I could try if you like. I could make it sound like various people were yelling, "AAAA! I have hair on my face! What evil is this?" * Ada chuckles. * Nebrinel chuckles. * Ada packs the mandolin up and gets to her feet. "I'm going to take a nap. Would someone mind waking me up when we're to meet the captain?" * Nebrinel leans forward again, and looks into the fire. "I'm sure Ethan will enjoy it terribly." * Fyril looks up to Ada and nods. "We can't leave you out now." He smiles cutely. * Ada laughs. "I hope not." She yawns and heads for her tent. * Nebrinel looks over at Fyril, and smiles weakly. "Are you recovering alright?" * Fyril rolls his shoulders, and looks down at the bow disgustedly. "Pulling that thing hurts. It looked so easy." * Nebrinel says, "It is a little surprising at times." * Fyril flexes his hands in the gloves. "I should get used to it, but..." He leans down on top of his satchel. "For now, it hurts." * Nebrinel nods. "Give it time. Anything gets straining. Like Magic." * Fyril arches his shoulders on top of the bag, looking off towards the tents, and sighing. "At least magic doesn't make you achey." * Nebrinel mms and nods. * Fyril sighs, and pushes himself up a bit over the bag before letting himself fall again. "Man, how am I going to be loose for tonight?" He sighs. [ And they all lived happily ever after! Except for the part where they died horrible, painful deaths. Session End! ]