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The Master and the Minion - IC Thread

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Madtrixr:
"The last idea is actually a preferable plan of action. we don't go all out right away, we have to wait a while, lay low, and then make our move. If we do it right, we won't have much trouble, do it wrong, and we will be wiped out...So I suggest we go to the inn, sort of chill for a while, and then find a way to go about our grim task."

Tavana:
The dragonborn grunts and shakes his head "How easily we forget. We will not go unnoticed there. We set out from that place. Far too many have seen our faces for us to be inconspicuous. Consider the timing as well. They will see us as coming back from this Dark Tower, perhaps even hailing us as heros. It seems to me the easiest way to crush the town's resistance is to enter the town as heros, but ask to speak to the Mayor. If possible, get the leader of the town's guard apart as well. Tell them we have uncovered new and important information regarding the future of the town. Slay the town's heads in quiet, and inform the populace of our deeds. This may crush their will to fight. However, this may not be possible, if they have learned the truth of our death and fall.

Madtrixr:
"Ah. A valid point, and an excellent plan. Are you sure you didn't go to military school, Saliak?" Aden says in a tone that indicates his approval and his envy of why he didn't think of that at all. "Let me do the talking, although I may need back up."

Xander Morhaime:
Your conversation and planning went on as one of the minions led you down another stairwell, out the lobby and out the main gates of the tower. After enough time spent in the dark confines of the tower, returning to sunlight was a bit painful at first, but you got used to it quickly enough again. The minion continued leading you, down the causeway that led up to the gates, though once past that it quickly turned off to the right - the path it took was rather hard to see among all the jagged rocks, and it's unlikely you would have found it on your own.

The portal itself wasn't terribly impressive. It was a half-circle of raised, crudely carved stone pillars, with a raised stone platform in the middle of them.

Also here was Tristan's faithful steed, casually grazing on the sparse grass it'd found here.

Gargulec:
Tristan ignored his horse. Honestly, he was never a good rider nor ever felt somehow bound to his steed. Of course, he would not admit it- instead claiming that he let the equine go to "allow it to avoid the corruption of serving the Overlord", but even he did not really believed in it. The horse was just too much hassle for him.

With a grim face, he entered the portal.

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