Para-interactive: Mila

[*Darkrob]

(((I took a bunch of buffed screens before we started just in case you asked me certain skills. I no longer own dice so will have to get you to roll. Her spot (as it now stands) is 44))

[*Selebius]

(( works! ))

She sees a movement from the corner of her eyes, one of the wounded namers trying to get away, trying to limp to safety.

Perhaps the Measure notices that Mila now is aware of this, perhaps she just tries a last time to turn the tide.

Sword in hand, her shield dented she jumps forward, laughing, her lip split, two teeth missing and a nasty bruise on her cheek.

"Face me chaos scum! Face Saint Cuthbert's judgement!"

[*Darkrob]

Mila points at the stumbling Namer and yells "That one's ready! Grab him!" and continues to face the Measure. Perhaps the Measure thought only Mila was here today, but it just wasn't so. How else was she going to carry these fools away?

Mila intensifies her attacks on the measure, no longer caring how much harm comes to her... no longer caring how much pain she creates. It's now simply a matter of breaking the resistance of this officer... making her crumble. She lets the thugs collect the Namers... both stumbling and incapacitated.

((And yes (for those reading along), via PM's before this started, Mila had ensured Thugs were stationed nearby to help her out... but not until she told them to))

[*Selebius]

Two burly men grab the stumbling trooper, pulling a bag over his head and beat him up just to make sure- or perhaps to pay some old debts.

Others swarm the fallen Harmonium namers, dragging them off the street, a squat woman cutting the pirse off her victim's belt.

The Measure cannot resist much longer- a few fast blows abd her blade slips from her fingers and in a last defiant attack she tries to slam her shield into Mila's face.

Then it is over, the patrol down, Mila's hired help swarming over them like carrion crows.

[*Darkrob]

As soon as they are able, they all make for the under-tunnels with their prisoners in tow. Once below (and in a safe place) Mila states to the others;

"Strip them all. Every article of clothing, every bit of jewellery. Weapons, armor... they carry nothing they weren't born with"

She then looks at the others.

"Leave it all here. You're compensated enough for your troubles. Nothing but the prisoners comes with us... nothing"

Then, after removing all possessions (piercings and such included and dumping it all in a pile) they make their way to the appointed place... Mila using her tracking skills as a Ranger to ensure they aren't followed.

[*Selebius]

Cool darkness greets them in the tunnels, the thugs moving quickly but carrying the armoured troopers is both difficult and loud.

Once down there they start to strip them and while they are following her orders Mila still notices that the thugs are less than pleased with this command, the loot would have been a nice bonus to what they get as their payment.

Most obey with just some grumbling Mila feels that some will be back later to grab whatever they can find.

Then they carry and drag the now naked and still unconscious troopers down the tunnels, following the directions Mila gives.

Hiding their tracks proves difficult however as most thugs are not very good at stepping where they should and the blood and saliva from the carried troopers are a problem as well.

[*Darkrob]

Mila doesn't care if they go back for it later... so long as they leave it behind right now. At that point... the risk is theirs, not hers.

As for blood and tracks... she whispers a bit until her familiar, her trusted little rat, awakens. She whispers in it's ear...

"Find your little friends, bring them to the tunnels... hide our route."

She kisses the little creature on his forehead and gently sets him on some cobble.

They continue on their way, Mila still doing what she can to minimize traceability.

[*Selebius]

Her familiar scuttles off, gathering whatever rats it finds down there, the vermin swarming all over the place, covering the tracks with their own.

Mila realizes that tracking them will be very hard, almost impossible now.

The hired thughs are silent now, the only sound the make is their hard breathing as they carry the troopers through the tunnels.

[*Darkrob]

They continue to the appointed place and, once they ensure they are safe, open the area to the room. Once inside, the prisoners are set down and bindings are secured. Once the deed is done, and the prisoners suitably drugged and identified (by rank) for Doubt, she seals the buffer room and leads the men (via the long, confusing, way) out of the tunnels. They are paid (generously) for their time and reminded of the penalty for betraying the Revolution.

She then returns to the safe house to meet up with any others who might be there.