Difference between revisions of "Log:Tower 1-1"

29 August, 2018

Velvet goes after a Loyalist in their home.

Skin-A-Step

Weaver was asleep. The kind of sleep where violent harm is the only thing that'd wake him up. He'd went not long after lying down the day before, and just as Velvet awakens he saws logs and counts sheep. By her side is a rather thick folder with a note taped on the front.

Vee,

A friend told me about someone not too far from here. Not here here. A privateer. Good one, too. As good as they can be anyway. The mystery guy or gal isn't too well known aside from them being tied to the disappearances of a few kids. You can find stuff on the kids inside. From what I was told the person has a hollow here, because no one would ever expect them in a bumfuck town like Tammerack or FB. Only problem as far as I've been told are the booby traps, hob guards, and that it's a tower. Like a really really big tower. If you can get to them, kill them, and get the heart it'll be 500 grand. I'd help, but tivyrn's claws were a lot worse than I realized and I may have gone a little crazy with the painkillers.

Love, Weaver

The note is read, Velet's brows lifting slightly in wild amusement. Weaver was given a kiss to the forehead while he slept before Velvet moved to the hedge gate to step through and into the Hollow. The Wyrd twists and turns around her as she prepares herself and then takes to the shadows.

The path to the hollow was specific. Very specific. Down the mountain was a long enough trip. To the west she has to go, and all the way to Skip-a-Step. The land dotted with caverns and ravines and typically just enough stone for one to skip from step to step. The target's hollow as somewhere in this area, and from there it'd be all up to Velvet. The person was known and shown to keep a specific hedge beast. One that smells of cinnamon, and that scent leads somewhere northwest within the area. However, the only way to get there is by several coordinated leaps.

Specific is good, it gives Velvet plenty of time to go ahead and plan for the target and potential pit falls that could be in the way. Booby traps means having to keep out a sharp eye. And they can start anywhere. Before she gets ready for the leaps, she is inspecting everything, making sure that she doesn't leap right into a trap. Only once she's sure that things are safe does Velvet take a few steps back, preparing herself. With help from Separation and her own talents, she makes the leaps with the dexterity that might choke a cat in jealousy.

Agility and dexterity. In seconds Velvet moves from stone to stone. She leaves nothing behind. Not a hint of kicked up dust nor a print into the stones. Below she can hear the scuttling of something. Some things. It's hard to say with how quickly whatever it is moves in the chasms below. It doesn't matter as her last step leads her to her target. A massive tower standing at least 50 meters tall and about 20 meters wide. There's a window somewhere around every 10 meters up, although the only thing to be seen from them are the dancing lights of candles. The front is seen by two metallic double doors, and before both of them are two mastiff like creatures seemingly made of stone that look more akin to gargoyles than anything natural.

Velvet studies the gargoyle mastiffs, fairly positive that they'll move if they begin to notice her. She takes extra caution to shift and move carefully to avoid detection. Around the side of the tower towards that first window. With a little jump, she digs her fingers into the side, working her way towards the windows ledge. Once she's impacted on the wall, she shimmers immediately out of view and begins her climb.

The gargoyles do fidget. Just a bit. So very slightly that most people beyond Velvet never would've heard it. It's more that they appear to be restless, or as restless as two stony hedge beasts can be. On her way up she finds that the windows are locked, and in a fashion where it could potentially be opened from the outside with relative ease via Clause or lockpick.

The movement is noted, giving her a little tug of satisfaction that she made the right call in making sure to move around them. Just in case. She studies the window for a moment, eying the locking mechanism before she continues her climb upward. It looks like she's not planning to open it right now. She wants to get up a little higher first. Perhaps she'll find an open one.

All the way to the deluxe apartment in the sky. At the top floor she can smell something burning other than wax. Cooking. Opening the window via glamour and clause was easy enough. A quick peek inside reveals nothing, and setting that first foot down doesn't set anything off. She's in what appears to be the bedchambers for whomever or whatever calls this place home. It appears quiet enough, but up above she can see it. Sleeping. A spider-like hedge beast rocking around on its web. To the left she can see several armoires and to the right a bed veiled off by curtains.

Velvet steps in past the window and pauses once she's right inside. The woman isn't going to make a move until she's checked the place thuroughly enough that she feels safe there are no traps. The Separation that's activated should do well enough to keep her from triggering the spider to alertness thanks to vibrations. She glances towards the curtained off bed, sniffing softly in that direction.

Searching the bed doesn't reveal too much on its own. Just a few choice stains likely best to be left alone. Under the pillows she finds a journal, but it's not something normal or mundane. The cover is bound in some kind of skin, and each piece of paper inside looks like more like a leaf. It appears to be a ledger, tracking each sale, potential customers, allies, contacts, and customer awaiting their 'products.' Through out it all, the person that wrote it never left their own name. There appear to be no other traps here save a loose bit of webbing near the bottom of the door's threshold leading out, and it connects to the spider's web. Lastly, she can hear it, but it's faint. The rustling and movement of metal against metal.

The journal is kept on the bed, slowly leafed through as Velvet quickly memorizes all of the information she sees. She'll rewrite it all down later to make sure there's nothing that effects the freehold in those notes. An ear twitches at the sound of metal, eyes darting to the floor for a moment and then the door. She gingerly makes her way across the floor, eyes contantly sweeping for traps. She spots the web at the door and steps carefully over it, looking for the stairs.

Outside of the bedroom she finds what appears to be a study. Several bookshelves line the left side of the room. The wall to the right is covered in various maps. A desk sits in one corner, a once lit lamp sitting atop it. A stack of papers was beside the candle: nothing more than poems. The musings of the mad that saw themselves as the hero of this tale. At the end of the room she can see the beginnings of the spiral stairs that lead down.