Rp - Gavel's Darkest Hour- Act Two Begins [7/7]

”Not chasing you. Found you by accident. Where is Ahms?”

 

"I know you weren't chasing me. You don't know anything about who I am or who I represent. Ahms, to you, is as good as nowhere. You are effectively a part of the Heights now, and the time has come for you to choose a side."

He sighs. "I guess you're right. MANAGER? I've changed my mind. Come on, let's go."
He stares at Esmé. "Who the fuck are you and do you have any sort of a plan.
She reverts to her normal voice and relaxes her face.
"You don't recognise me?"
"Deepwater? I should have known."

 

"And I'm someone who fell in a river"

 

Those invisible doguns see with clairvoyance? Cus I am pretty sure it goes through invisibility.

 

;-;

I stiffen up in my seat.
"... Nothing happened."

 

"You sure about that?"

 

"..."
I spend a moment to relax myself before giving you a smile.
"Yep!"

 

Nod slowly at the answer and smile back quickly. "Okay. That's good."
"If it was by me, we should just leave this. They don't need us anymore." Look to a wall, thoughtful.

 

"Alright"
I prepare to cast a meteor at the dwarves

 

"Did something happen?"

 

"A lot of things." I chuckle humourlessly

 

"Like?"
Slight worry can be found in my voice.

 

"Territorial disputes, Coalition areas and The Forgery. The usual boring stuff." Wave my hand like it is nothing.
"How's your cheek?" I ask.

 

"You know politics?"

 

"Not really. I just roamed a lot so far in my life, I just told them what I know."

 

Deep breath
”Neither. To both traitor, with dwarves always bloodspill, amd doguns hate peace. True, cannot get Ahms.”
Short pause
”Therefore, third faction best if choose gert must.”

 

I take a look around.
"Didn't go well?"

 

Look at the Hobbit that threatened me.
"Depends on who you ask"

 

He smiles at you.
"It sounds like you're on our side. We are dedicated to the preservation of peace in the Heights - by any means necessary. Now, given the nature of our little group, secrecy is of the utmost importance. If you wish to receive any help from me or anyone else on our side, you will have to swear an oath of silence.

You have to be looking for something with claivoyance in order to notice it, and given that Derntok has no clue there's anyone there, she's not looking. (you can tell there's somebody there - a single Dogun, but you knew that already)

You raise your wand and prepare to cast a meteor, focusing mana towards a point just above the top of the staircase. It's outside the normal range of the spell, but for you it's certainly possible. You do notice, however, that they're dangerously close to the crowd of Doguns evacuating the area - you're pretty sure the spell would hit them too.

He laughs. "Surely you're more than that, to be involved in this heap of shit. You- you do have a plan, don't you?"
Esmé shrugs. "I was planning on winging it."

 

is it possible to adjust the power of thr meteor?