Embarkment Into The Twelfth

[*MimiFearthegn]

The cat's eye's followed Eloe, but it remained very still.

Upon opening the door, Eloe finds herself in a corridor. She can go right or left. There's the vague sound of conversation drifting from the left.

[*Krayt]

Back at the factory Mauric had drawn schematics of the parts constructed there. Not with the same elegance as he used to have in his drawings when he still had his main hand but the technique remained even if the refined hand movements were lost.

A letter in addition to the drawings addressed to Ely Cromlich back at the armoury. He would ask the Gatecrasher to deliver these and then return in haste.

Cromlich,

We have encountered problems. The factory in Broken Reach is still shipping out parts for the construction and there is enough evidence that the location is not Twelvetrees. A direct assult not possible at present. Golem parts disguised as these ship parts would assist us in the recapture of the ship. Easily assembled and activated. My ambition is to switch these with the parts they are currently sending and assemble them with a lesser boarding party. We could infiltrate the ship with at least some forces this way as I deem it likely it is crawling to it's brim with demons. They are more than clever enough to exploit every defensive position in it. We are also in the dark about which features are active and completed. The only hope is to take the command bridge and hold it long enough.

Mauric

Once that was concluded. He summoned a Succubi instructing her to occupy the possibly treacherous Doomlord and keep him from his office by any means necessary for a brief time. Which he would of course exploit along with his comrades by approaching it if the spellbound Tanar'ri would succeed.

[*MimiFearthegn]

Mauric soon received a reply back:

Mauric,

Pentar is eager to see the ship recovered; you will have the requested parts in a week.

- Cromlich

[*Krayt]

The letter was reduced to cinders in his hand as he finished reading it. The timeframe was pleasing but the odds still had to be turned into their favour being slim as they are. But there was a matter to be dealth with before that.. a fitting reprisal. First proof however he thought as he drew nearer the office.

[*3l03]

Once in the corridor, it quickly dawned on the elf she was no longer in safety. Her heartbeat accelerated sharply and muscles tensed as the adrenaline rush kicked in. But she only smiled to herself underneath her mask, as she was now in her element. She cleared her mind of useless thought and focused on the situation. She advanced to the left quietly but hastily, her senses taking note of every detail around, analysing potential exits, walls. beams, pillars or any other objects to hide behind, climb on, or use otherwise.. sounds, smells, any sign of potential trouble... Carefully, but decisively, prepared to react immediately, she headed towards the source of the conversation.

[*MimiFearthegn]

//Krayt, you can assume the parts reach whenever you feel like making another post. :)

Eloe crept down the empty corridor, eventually coming to a partially open door. Through the crack in the door, she saw Takis, engaged in animated abyssal conversation with another demon. He looked back towards the door nervously every so often.

//Does Eloe speak Abyssal?

[*Krayt]

((Sorry about the hold up Mimi.))

At the prearranged location in the outskirts of Broken reach the shipment was inspected and put together and disassmbled again in training sessions to make the actuall maneuver as speedy as possible. The challange of switching these hefty pieces remained however.

A sweaping wind of red dust caressed his legs making most of his lower body disapparing in the whirring grains like a eerie firery mist.

"We wait for the coming storm then we move with it. Leave thiese parts and take the real wares with us. We'll also need a major distraction at the factory while we make the switch." He looked to Azor. "You can travel these dunes faster than any of us. A brawl or accident near the storage area should be enough given we time this flawlessly. " He then shifted his gaze to Ithzalia. "We need to move them the last short distance with a temporal gateway. Could you hold a doorway open long enough for us to pass into the storage room and slip out again?"

[*Mander]

"Should I avoid killing during this distraction, ansei?" The Athasian asked, gazing across the landscape and already spotting which sections of dust and sand looked packed enough to not sink into at a sprint.

[*3l03]

Having found Takis at last, the elf stopped to peer through the crack. She watched the two demons engaged in what to her seemed like an exchange of unintelligible barking and oinking, not making much out of it. She was not too bothered, words she found hardly to be believed anyhow, especially of these wicked aberrations.

The incubus' anxious peering over got her wary.

- Worst case scenario, he already knows, but is not making a move. Or he is wary of somebody else, who could potentially come anytime. Or is up to something dodgy. Either way, time shall yield more information. I shall play it slowly while I can.

- she pondered briefly. She then decided to try and look around for a good enough place to hide and patiently watch from.

[*Krayt]

The Doomlord turned to face the same direction with his visor still down.

"Yes as well as any serious damage that could harmper future production. These are our own men even if they are deceived." Judging by his tone he cared little for the hypocrisy he had just stated.