The fellow known as Jon Chess was gratified to find his the commander of the Scouts in the Scouts' Den. "Scoutmaster Slaiyn, may I have a moment? There is a task on the Mission Board I in which I should like to engage - apparently the Defias are building a stockpile of munitions and supplies, being smuggled through the Elwynn and into Westfall. I would like to be assigned to this mission, along with Lynesia Deh'lorei. "
Slaiyn looked over at Jon, nodding his head. "Oh, smuggling. What skills do Lynesia possess, for I already know yours."
Jon remained silent, not sure how Slaiyn could know *all* of Jon's abilities, like his cantrips for impersonating Orc or Blood Elf, but said nothing - it was always good to have a few surprises handly.
"She's what the Void Elves call a Ghostknife - a silent, ruthless killer," said Chess, "Plus, she's smart - scary smart, and has forgotten more about shadow magic than I'll ever learn in my lifetime. And most of all, I trust her to guard my back."
Slaiyn looked at the mouth of the cave, flipping open his Spellbooks and teleporting outside to the entrance. He looked at Dare and sighed.
“Oh, hello Dare," he said. "I see you aren’t comfortable with a second paralysis. Come with me.” Slaiyn grabbed Dare’s shoulder, teleporting them both inside. He returned to his conversation with Jon. “So you’d like an intelligence operative and a shadow assassin assigned to smuggling some goods across regional borders?”
"Well, more like preventing it - the Defias create enough mischief as it stands. Giving those bastards some serious armor and weaponry, not to mention, say, a ballista or a mangonel, or maybe even some light cannon or [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Falconet_(cannon)]falconets[/url]? The assignment is to locate the supply chain, and shut it down... permanently." Jon grinned. "I've got a few... aliases I've established for certain activities. Stavros DarKoven is a smuggler and a slaver, operating out of Booty Bay. He's worked with the Defias before. And Phred - my forensics mage - has supplied me with a half-score of F.R.I.E.D. grenades, which are ideal for this kind of mayhem. Lynesia and I can blow their supply caches so high the seagulls will need breastplates."
Slaiyn thought about it for a moment to himself, then waved his hand to Jon and nodded. "Yes, that'll be fine by me. Just...don't fuck it up? I don't want to have a mess with our name on it right now, much less one that could act as a crime against the Alliance."
Chess nodded his acknowledgment and departed.
Slaiyn looked over at Jon, nodding his head. "Oh, smuggling. What skills do Lynesia possess, for I already know yours."
Jon remained silent, not sure how Slaiyn could know *all* of Jon's abilities, like his cantrips for impersonating Orc or Blood Elf, but said nothing - it was always good to have a few surprises handly.
"She's what the Void Elves call a Ghostknife - a silent, ruthless killer," said Chess, "Plus, she's smart - scary smart, and has forgotten more about shadow magic than I'll ever learn in my lifetime. And most of all, I trust her to guard my back."
Slaiyn looked at the mouth of the cave, flipping open his Spellbooks and teleporting outside to the entrance. He looked at Dare and sighed.
“Oh, hello Dare," he said. "I see you aren’t comfortable with a second paralysis. Come with me.” Slaiyn grabbed Dare’s shoulder, teleporting them both inside. He returned to his conversation with Jon. “So you’d like an intelligence operative and a shadow assassin assigned to smuggling some goods across regional borders?”
"Well, more like preventing it - the Defias create enough mischief as it stands. Giving those bastards some serious armor and weaponry, not to mention, say, a ballista or a mangonel, or maybe even some light cannon or [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Falconet_(cannon)]falconets[/url]? The assignment is to locate the supply chain, and shut it down... permanently." Jon grinned. "I've got a few... aliases I've established for certain activities. Stavros DarKoven is a smuggler and a slaver, operating out of Booty Bay. He's worked with the Defias before. And Phred - my forensics mage - has supplied me with a half-score of F.R.I.E.D. grenades, which are ideal for this kind of mayhem. Lynesia and I can blow their supply caches so high the seagulls will need breastplates."
Slaiyn thought about it for a moment to himself, then waved his hand to Jon and nodded. "Yes, that'll be fine by me. Just...don't fuck it up? I don't want to have a mess with our name on it right now, much less one that could act as a crime against the Alliance."
Chess nodded his acknowledgment and departed.
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