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I am the Stig!!! has been added to the conversation.
忠 - Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici - Finally 20! has been added to the
conversation.
Thanqol has been added to the conversation.
veekie has been added to the conversation.
-SIS HQ, Vauxhall Cross, London. Weather - showers, max 19 C. 2pm-

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starting momentarily
veekie says:
rodric closes his books, finishing with his mental work at last
忠 - Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici - Finally 20! says:
Reio finishes his last set of prayers to St. Mercury, rising slowly. After
a quick check of all the gear that he is bringing, he proceeds to the
meeting place.
Witch says:
"So gentlemen, are all of you ready?", Jacques says as he
enters the room, a satisfied expression on his face.
-SIS HQ, Vauxhall Cross, London. Weather - showers, max 19
C. 2pm- says:
WAIT
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An hour has passed since your meeting with the director.
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Each of you have been busy considering the equipment and
supplies that you will take with you on the road to
Damascus.
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Now, all that remains is some few specialized items for the
mission, a good night's rest, and consideration of spells prior
to porting into Israel.
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You all meet together in the same room as before, this time
to pick up the final supplies.
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Her face still exhibiting some baby fat - though in a cute way
- Pam walks into the room and smiles at you all.
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Her black hair is held back from her face in a bun, in a no-
nonsense manner. Her eyes are brown, and the lilting brogue
of the Welsh is strong in her accent.
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She carries a small bag of holding, from which she starts to
pull out additional items for you all.
I am the Stig!!! says:
Dvavlin enters, with a final kiss to his holy Hammer of Thor
he wears around his neck, tucking it safely in his shirt,
"sorry for being late... my prayer went a bit long..."
Reio just nods, with a slight sign of annoyance.
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"That's the problem with you heathens, dearey," Pam
responds, poking her tongue out at the end.
Thanqol says:
Athi closed her eyes, letting the knowledge rise within her brain like
a great tide. Her mind was arranged like an atom, with spinning balls
of magic reprisenting increasingly powerful spells. Whenever she felt
confident enough, had expanded her mental power enough, she
tapped into a new sphere of magic and released whole new levels of
power. That spinning magic just needed shaping, and she'd done
that at length. Her third sphere made her a little nervous, and a little
excited - two balls of fire spun, caged carefully in crimson bands of
arcane force. Her fourth sphere had a special secret of hers, and
there was more Fire and Shadow in her second sphere than she was
used to. It was times like this she wished she had persued the path
of Evocation more rigorously - the sensation of having this much
destructive magic at her fingertips was exhilerating.
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WAIT
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One by one, the items come out.
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"Sending seals, one each," Pam says.
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"You know the deal. Break them, then speak into them. Any
message up to a minute, and you have to tell the magic
where the message goes to."
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"And Jacques, as much as it was appreciated, try to keep the
seals intact unless you have official business to use it for?
Thanks sweetie."
veekie says:
Rodric snickers at Jacques under his breath
veekie says:
"It'd be just like him"
Reio blushes slightly, but regains his composure quickly.
Witch says:
Some men would blush at such a comment - however, the
former diplomat merely smirks.
C. 2pm- says:
"Poisoned false teeth," she continues, holding one up and
showing it off momentarily.
"some men have the manners of a goat...."
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"Insert them when you finish your last porting into the Golan
Heights. We don't want any accidents before then."
Witch says:
"And others have the physique of other animals, ofcourse,
Dvalin."
veekie says:
"Accidents and mind control magic"
veekie says:
"hehe"
Witch says:
"Is there anything else you've got for us, ma chère?"
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The woman smiles accomodatingly. "Anyone need to speak
French or Arabic?"
Reio raises his hand.
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She holds up a wicked looking piercing device.
veekie says:
Rodric just shrugs, non of these were of his concern
"alas, I know not these languages."
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"Okay, this needs to be in a spot not usually searched."
veekie says:
Rodric eyes go around, at whats head level for him, then snickers
again
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"Keep your mind out of the gutter, Rodric. You're as bad as
Jacques. I'm talking about below the armpit, of course."
veekie says:
"aww"
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"You two boys take your shirts off, and I'll see what else we
have for you here."
Witch says:
"Bad, Pam?", Jacques comments with a slightly hurt
expression of face.
Witch says:
"I think the word was naughty, just a while ago."
"For once your French speaking doesn't help you, eh, Jack?"
Witch says:
"I'm not the one that needs to get a needle under his armpit
- enjoy the fun."
veekie says:
rolls his eyes at the antics of the two
Reio is simply listening, while laughing in his eyes alone.
veekie says:
"might be a chore getting it into dwarf skin"
veekie says:
"the needle that is"
C. 2pm- says:
"You can make it up to me later, Jacques. I like chocolates.
Now, disguised holy symbols. Reio? Dvalin? You want?"
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She holds up two blank discs.
"That would be very good."
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Handing them over, Pam fishes into the bag for what will
prove to be the last time.
"I suppose that Thor would understand yet again why I must
leave his Hammer behind...."
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"And this," she says, bringing out a tiny chest, about six
inches in all dimensions, "is for your contact."
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She manages to look even more serious than when she is
speaking only to Dvalin.
"I wouldn't worry, Dvalin-san. He can hear your prayers anywhere."
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"Don't. Lose. It."
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"It would be an unmitigated security disaster."
veekie says:
Rodric has a slightly quizzical expression."extradimensional storage?
is it shielded from detection?"
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"No. If you think it likely that the Syrians will be using the
power required to seek out such things, take what steps you
need."
"I do know that he can, but that Hammer is a family
hierloom, hundreds of years old...."
veekie says:
"And the usual ones about extradimensions intersecting I suppose,
would be a way to remove the evidence"
veekie says:
"in the nonevent of discovery
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Pam took up the piercing rod again, and swiftly moved to jab
Reio, and then Dvalin, under the arm with it. A tiny, almost
flesh colored tattoo was left behind.
Reio thanked Pam quietly, before putting his shirt back on.
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"That's an Arabic tongues tattoo."
"With hands as delicate as that, Pam, I can see why we're
never able to find Jack when we want him...."
Reio bursts out laughing, but contains himself in seconds.
Witch says:
"To penses que ca, c'est delicat? Hah!"
veekie says:
Rodric comments in fluent arabic"so...does that work?"
Witch says:
(*tu)
Reio replies, in Arabic: "Of course!"
Thanqol says:
"No, you're saying it wrong" Athi replied in Arabic, not
looking up from her book. She was convincing.
C. 2pm- says:
Pam smiles encouragingly. "I hear the arabs don't bathe.
Dvalin, you'll fit right in, dearie."
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"Your port is scheduled from downstairs tomorrow morning
at 7am. Good luck."
"Thank you, Pam. I also hear that the French don't have very
high standards, but in your case, I'm sure Jack made an
exception..."
Witch says:
Taking Pam's hand in his own, and lifting it up, Jacques bows
slightly in order to kiss it. "Adieu, ma chère. I will bring
chocolates, next time."
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"Rogue," she responds, but with affection.
Reio bows slightly. "Thank you for everything," is all he says, calmly
and quietly, but still laughing in his eyes.
veekie says:
Rodric nods, "so, we get rested and charged up then"
veekie says:
the sooner we get done, the faster we can accomplish the mission
Thanqol says:
Athi had tuned out of the conversation long ago, and was still
flipping through her spellbook.
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...and so preparation continued.
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-Nimrod Castle, Golan Heights. Fine. 18 C Max. 11pm- says:
The porting was, as usual, uneventful.
Hijacking a port room was no easy thing as a rule;
attempting to do so from the comfort of a private SIS port
room was virtually impossible.
Even the more public, Israeli military porting was swift and
secure.
The Israelis didn't know the specifics of what was
happening, but they knew enough to let you through.
Nimrod Castle is an imposing structure, you find.
Set atop a high crag, overlooking the Golan Heights
expanse, armies could break themselves on it even if it were
manned only by a skeleton guard.
Your Israeli military attache, Shimon, warns you that
temperatures are quite severe in the Anti-Lebanon
mountains, through which your route winds.
"In the day, it gets up to 10 or 12 degrees, and sunburn is
easy."
veekie says:
"what about night?"
"But at night, the temperature drops - even at this time of
year - to negative 10 or worse."
"I hope you are prepared."
"Ah, it shall be like home, then...."
"We are, but thank you for your concern."
"Now, when will you leave? I do not know your itinerary."
veekie says:
"good, no need to spend excess time readying anti foul weather
magics"
"Rodrick-san, when did we decide we should leave?"
veekie says:
"evening if possible, darkness is helpful there"
Once again, the Israeli says, "I could help with your decision,
if I knew more of where you are going."
veekie says:
"Perhaps, but we have maps, and I'd rather not say, I think"
"I agree. However, if we are to travel by night, we will need to wait
for quite some time. It is not even noon yet."
Thanqol has left the conversation.
veekie says:
"we can take a look around town and check out the weather, in the
mean time"
veekie says:
"best to hear of any major storoms in advance"
veekie says:
*storms
"It would seem that it would be appropriate to get used to
our surroundings and the weather here..."
"True. It is best to leave just before sunset."
The party rested and waited until sunset. Castle Nimrod,
being a military facility, was not suited for civilian
sightseeing; instead, Shimon showed you to quarters.
Somewhere, far below, you could hear the spell engines
running, the engines which helped to protect the entire
region against certain types of magic.
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(and we are done. saving log)

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