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His allies had chosen a target and so Kal committed to it. Was it right? Only time would tell. His whip flicks forward through the chaos and clutter of the room and wraps around the foot of the monkey, attempting to pull it out from under itself, hopefully tripping the clamoring monkey.

Kallahan Ieramus Statblock Male NG Human Bard 3/ Fighter 3, Level 3, Init 5, HP 24/24, Speed 30, AC 18, Touch 13, Flat-footed 15, CMD 16, Fort 4, Ref 6, Will 5, CMB +3, Base Attack Bonus 3 Whip +7(+8 inspire Courage) (1d3+3, ) Whip Trip +13(14 Inspire courage) Mst Heavy Crossbow +7(+8 Inspire courage) (1d10, 19-20) Masterwork Chain Shirt (+4 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflect) Abilities Str 11, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 12, Cha 16 Condition None Appearance Kall is a decently well built man, not too bulky or lanky. His face is rough with the stubble of a beard not yet grown. Seeing as only nobles in Taldor are allowed to grow facial hair, it stands to reason he would want to grow it to display his status. Its not the only thing he wishes to grow out it seems seeing as his hair is middle length and is almost constantly moving when he does. Q&A Who are you and where are you from? What do/did you do there? Kall sits there with his head cocked and resting in his hand. His hand falls into his lap and he looks this large dwarf in the eyes for a moment before speaking, "Who am I? I know this isn't Oppara but do you live under a rock?" He sighs before continuing. "I am Kallahan Ieramus, fifth son of the lord of Aylen's Peak. I am a teller of tales, a weaver of words! Some may call me a simple bard but know that I am much more than that! A playwright, a scholar, and an actor in my own right." He crosses his arms after his description with a smirk across his face. What do you know of Heldren? What does Heldren know of you? "What do you want to know about that podunk?" Looking at the dwarf Kall sees that he still is waiting for an answer. Sighing he continues. "Father always goes on about the strategic importance of the town but between you and me?" He leans in closer to the dwarf before exclaiming with his hands in the air. "They have almost no appreciation for the arts! Obviously they would know very little about me outside of who I am in relation to my father. I'm only here because father requested me to be." I've heard and seen the early winter in Heldren. What do you think of it? A quizzical look comes over his face. "I imagine that the winters in Heldren aren't too unsimilar to the ones in Aylen's Peak. If so, the winter is more of a bother than anything. Of course it is rare that I do not have ample supplies to keep warm." Would you consider yourself an adventurer? A mercenary? A treasure hunter? If none of those things, then what? "Whats the point in me answering your questions if you aren't going to listen? Teller of tales, weaver of wor..." He trails off for a moment as he stares at the tall dwarf's blank expression. "Look, you can just call me a bard if it suits you better." The news of a noblewoman being kidnapped is a terrifying occurrence in such a small village. What terrifies you? His hand falls to the table with an audible thump while his eyes seem to burn with a bit of resentment at the suggestion that Taldor can't protect its own nobles. "First off the very best of Taldor are looking for this woman, no reason for any panic. Plus, the noblewoman is an independent person, who knows if shes actually missing or just strung out from a night out. But that doesn't terrify me and you want to know what does. Hmm..." He sits there for a moment in thought. "I suppose sitting through a terribly droll play out of respect for the playwright. Can't even fall asleep! Just think of the implications that would lead to." What does it take for you to consider a stranger an ally? A friend? An enemy? "Odd sort of questions you are asking here. If someone is going to bother me it is more than likely that they want something. Being the son of a Lord tends to amplify that so when it comes to strangers I prefer to err on the side of caution. Although I do rather enjoy a quality conversation when it comes to the arts, thats probably the best way to gain my favor." Time for some hypotheticals. As you're walking through town, you take a wrong turn into a small and quiet side street. You hear a rustle behind and suddenly someone is behind you. Before they can say or do anything, what do you do? "Why I trip them of course and then ask him what business they have with me." He pats his trust bullwhip at his side. "Can never be too cautious with the common folk. They might have this grand idea that they can get a hefty ransom for me." He blows air out of his mouth in an amused fashion before contiuning. "If they are a friend, I'll promptly appologize and help them up. If they had an ill intention, they will find themselves at a disadvantage and me a not so easy target." Now let's twist that question. Instead of a small side street, you turn onto the market's main thoroughfare. Same person, but now this woman has an arm around your shoulder and is acting like your best friend. Kall smirks as this question rolls off of the dwarf's tongue. "Now this is a situation that happens quite more frequently than you think. I never mind some quality company of the fairer sex. I would however try to question her about the sudden display of affection she is showing me and why. Perhaps I'm saving her from a suitor who can't understand what no means, or maybe she is after my purse with its pittance of silver and copper. As long as she isn't hostile I need not be either."

Wesley "Doc" Valentine HP: 7/7 | AC: M16 / R16 | Damage Soak: 2 | Trauma Target: 7 Attack Bonus: +0 | Saves: Phys 14+ | Eva 13+ | Men 13+ | Luck 15+ Wesley's attention was swiftly pulled from the window as the glass shattered above him and Bang yelled out behind him. Spinning around the glass clatters to the floor where Harry once stood. A couple shots rang out in the warehouse, nothing hitting their mark. Quickly moving up behind Bang he too brings his pistol up and aims at the cyberdog. Pulling the trigger he realizes the safety is still on, a quick second later and a third loud bang rings out as a bullet hits the cyberdog solidly in the flank. Rookie mistakes like that would get them killed.

Wesley "Doc" Valentine HP: 7/7 | AC: M16 / R16 | Damage Soak: 2 | Trauma Target: 7 Attack Bonus: +0 | Saves: Phys 14+ | Eva 13+ | Men 13+ | Luck 15+ Doc proceeded cautiously forward with Harry. Whatever was going to hit them was going to hit them fast. Bang yelled out not to get too far and they both paused with a better view of the warehouse before them. The lack of movement was a little unnerving while they waited for Phantom's signal. He looks up into the windows of the office for any movement. Seems so close but yet getting there was so far away.

Statblock M LG Dwarven Kineticist, Level 2, Init 5, HP 21/21, Speed 30ft AC 17, Touch 13, Flat-footed 14, CMD 14, Fort 6, Ref 6, Will 2, CMB +1, Base Attack Bonus 1 Dagger +4 (1d4, 19-20x2) Heavy Crossbow +4 (1d10, 19-20x2) Earthen Blast +4 (1d6+4, 20x2) MST Chain Shirt (+4 Armor) Abilities Str 11, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 12, Cha 8 Condition Flesh of Stone: DR 2/Adamantine, +3 CL when Suppressed Non-Lethal Damage 2 Burn ⚫ ⚪ ⚪ ⚪ ⚪ ⚪ ⭕ If only speed wasn't necessary they could avoid this whole boat nonsense. "Aye, I suppose we should get this trip over with. How long would this trip take on foot?" Jord'Dyn looks hesitant on how to embark the boat and suddenly drops in. "Don't you worry about the oars, I'm sure I can figure them out." He grabs onto the oars, moving them in the air as if testing them.

Wesley "Doc" Valentine HP: 7/7 | AC: M16 / R16 | Damage Soak: 2 | Trauma Target: 7 Attack Bonus: +0 | Saves: Phys 14+ | Eva 13+ | Men 13+ | Luck 15+ Death reeked from the doorway as Harry quickly checked left then right, pausing for him to enter. Doc followed the set of motions Harry had performed; a careful entry, a quick look left and then gun aimed in a low ready position towards the right as he stepped past Harry, staggering their positions. This was the calm before the storm, but at least they knew about what was coming unlike the poor sod. "Should we leave the door open? Wouldn't want to end up like our new friend there, would we?" He almost got away too, if it weren't for that meddlesome dog anyway.

Wesley "Doc" Valentine HP: 7/7 | AC: M16 / R16 | Damage Soak: 2 | Trauma Target: 7 Attack Bonus: +0 | Saves: Phys 14+ | Eva 13+ | Men 13+ | Luck 15+ Harry gave the signal and Wesley did his best to follow his motions across the street. The only difference was he didn't draw his pistol until he came up to the rest of their group. Stealth obviously wasn't his forte and if it wasn't for his chrome that would have been a lot more obvious. "We cool? What's on TV?" came out of Harry's mouth and with a smirk Wes replied confidently, "Not us of course." Wes had no idea if what he said was true, he just knew there was no time to second guess his companions, doubt would get them killed. This was going to work, it had to.

Wesley "Doc" Valentine HP: 7/7 | AC: M16 / R16 | Damage Soak: 2 | Trauma Target: 7 Attack Bonus: +0 | Saves: Phys 14+ | Eva 13+ | Men 13+ | Luck 15+ Aboard the Bulldog Phantom started rambling about what just transpired at the bar they had just left. Perhaps she was a little green behind the ears but she meant well. He was pretty new himself truth be told. Tension filled the air as the ride fell silent. "Johnson better not croak, all the risk in the world doesn't matter if we don't get paid." At the Warehouse "Ideally the last group disabled everything on the way in but best be safe to double check." He rustles through a bag he had with him and starts to pull out various medical supplies that hopefully would not be needed. "If things go south I have some emergency medical supplies on me. Let me know if you need any help and I'll do my best to patch you up. If I get hit?" He chuckles at the thought. "Just do your best with what I have here." Hopefully they all walked out of here alive with a little more credits than when they walked in.

Statblock M LG Dwarven Kineticist, Level 2, Init 5, HP 21/21, Speed 30ft AC 17, Touch 13, Flat-footed 14, CMD 14, Fort 6, Ref 6, Will 2, CMB +1, Base Attack Bonus 1 Dagger +4 (1d4, 19-20x2) Heavy Crossbow +4 (1d10, 19-20x2) Earthen Blast +4 (1d6+4, 20x2) MST Chain Shirt (+4 Armor) Abilities Str 11, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 12, Cha 8 Condition Flesh of Stone: DR 2/Adamantine, +3 CL when Suppressed Non-Lethal Damage 2 Burn ⚫ ⚪ ⚪ ⚪ ⚪ ⚪ ⭕ Nodding in affirmation to the man, he gets up from his seat he turns to walk out the door. Once they were outside he asks his companions, "Anything you can think we need? Probably some travel supplies and ration if we don't have them already. Otherwise we should head out pretty swiftly." Stopping in his tracks he looks to his companions to confirm what course of action they will be taking.

Wesley "Doc" Valentine HP: 7/7 | AC: M16 / R16 | Damage Soak: 2 | Trauma Target: 7 Attack Bonus: +0 | Saves: Phys 14+ | Eva 13+ | Men 13+ | Luck 15+ It sounded like crap had hit the fan quite fantastically. There were a lot of unknowns in this situation and every single one of them could be fatal to their mission or their team. Even if the mission went off without a hitch there could be consequences to their actions down the line. Killing Cormac obviously is what the Johnson wanted and while Wesley wasn't one to actively try to kill people, you get used to death growing up how he did. Pointing his thumb towards Phatom before speaking, "To piggy back off what she is saying... This isn't going to put us on the Don's bad side now is it? Also how long ago was the other team in this warehouse?" He starts to rattle off questions that haven't been asked yet. "When you say a lot more men were there than supposed to be, how many are we talking? Any access you can grant us that we wouldn't have otherwise? Don't hold back on us now, mess needs cleaning up and we need all the cards you can give us." So many questions to ask but they seemed to be short on time. The job had a couple red flags but what job didn't? As long as it paid well he was in.

Wesley "Doc" Valentine HP: 7/7 | AC: M16 / R16 | Damage Soak: 2 | Trauma Target: 7 Attack Bonus: +0 | Saves: Phys 14+ | Eva 13+ | Men 13+ | Luck 15+ Wesley nods at the man asking the question. "For being at a bar it sure sounds like you could use a drink. Sovereign sends his regards by the way." Now whether or not Sovereign did truly didn't matter. He got them jobs and the least they could do was flatter the client a little while doing a good job. "This probably is the discreet location if I had to take a gander." He says in response to the comments by his companions.  

   Statblock Jord'Dyn Gammel M LG Dwarven Kineticist, Level 2, Init 5, HP 21/21, Speed 30ft AC 17, Touch 13, Flat-footed 14, CMD 14, Fort 6, Ref 6, Will 2, CMB +1, Base Attack Bonus 1    Dagger +4 (1d4, 19-20x2) Heavy Crossbow +4 (1d10, 19-20x2) Earthen Blast +4 (1d6+4, 20x2) MST Chain Shirt (+4 Armor) Abilities Str 11, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 12, Cha 8 Condition Flesh of Stone: DR 2/Adamantine, +3 CL when Suppressed Non-Lethal Damage 2 Burn ⚫ ⚪ ⚪ ⚪ ⚪ ⚪ ⭕   Jord'Dyn nods as Charlie asks their question, "Aye, it seems like everyone goes through a phase where they need to find, prove or create something, even if they tend to get in over their heads. Who knows, maybe we will end up helping her in this journey of hers." He looks over to his two companions and notices Safiyrra's stance and gaze. "If there are no more questions it would probably be best we start out on our journey." Standing up he offers his hand to the elven couple. A simple gesture, but one of goodwill. Ideally they would be back with good news swiftly

Glad to see you finish the app, Loving the character!

My bad I should have explained a bit better. I understand they don't become permanent contacts without effort, instead I was looking at the line where I could reconnect with any contact that I previously had. Basically just a list of people that I could potentially reconnect with, or not at all if someone else is deemed necessary.

If we have 4-5 weeks of time before the job would I be able to come up with 4-5 more contacts from my Face edge before things get under way?