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[Azthor]

"Gerl, your noble manners precede you, think you could try and check in the town hall whether we'd be able to offer the temple's front for rent as market stalls? If so, take the time to see if you can find any merchants which might be interested. Might solve our supply problems" William pauses briefly.

"Otherwise, I can take care of that later, but first I must to to the Cair and check on the latest events with Darius; might earn us a lead or two".

Pay Darius a visit, brushing up on any information of interest that may have come up since our last meeting. Ask whether he'd be willing to take an apprentice, or, if that is the case, apprentices.
Look into the Cair's reservoirs for tomes of magical lore; study what I come across, asking Darius for pointers, if he is willing. Focus on elemental magic, but take note of others.

[Taricus]

"Very well, I'll get the regulars into shape. May take a bit of time, depending how thick they are, but it'll happen."

Start training the irregulars into regular troops, repeatedly drilling them in order to ensure they're of mostly uniform quality.

[Digital Hellhound]

Amon strode into the meeting chamber and looked the others over with cutting eyes. He brushed imaginary dust off his coat.

'Excuse my tardiness. You humans know nothing of ships; I had to ensure the filth at the docks knew better than to lay hands on my Surma,' he said, sounding not at all sorry. 'Amon Morian. Pleased to meet you at last.'

He listened to some of them speak. Most of these humans were staggeringly ugly, but he forced himself to smile at each one in turn anyway.

'If we are to approach the dreary nobility of this place, I would be pleased to act on our behalf. I may go about at court without arousing suspicion.'

[Shootandrun]

The smith's eyes fell on the elf as he entered, and they did not leave him for a long time. He immediately disliked his smile; it reminded him of some of his kin, and there was no lost love there. That one has a face made to be smashed, he thought, although he did not voice his opinion aloud. This was to be a cooperative effort, so he smiled and nodded at the elf's suggestion.

"Maekar Stormhold," he began, "the pleasure is shared. By all means, visit the court - establishing contact there may be helpful to our endeavors. It is also my understanding, however, that you have no magical skill. From what I have gotten out of this meeting, the library should be free to study in, at least for a time. I would suggest that you make use of it."

Although he was busy for now, he for one certainly planned to study in the library once he would have time. There was power there, to be taken by anyone with patience - why let it go to waste?

[Digital Hellhound]

Amon's smile faltered when the smith spoke in his deep rumble. There was something rather terrifying behind those eyes - he would have to keep his eye on this one, for certain. Those barrel-like arms looked like they could crush any of them without much effort, and Amon did not think he was as simple as just a big brute, either. He wondered how easily he could break this one. Using only pain would be a challenge, he had no doubt - just to be certain, he would have to attain some emotional leverage on the man. If there was any to be found.

'Perhaps I will, then,' he said, bowing his head. The sorceresses the Black Trident retained had been possessive of their secrets, and he'd never been too interested.

Still, he had heard of certain magics that could boil the blood of out anyone, or make them see things that were not there, or simply keep them alive far beyond the usual limits. That last one was some variant of healing magic, he had no doubt, but it was always a matter of finding a new... application for any old thing. A human library was no doubt sorely lacking in the essentials, whatever they were with magic, but it would be a start.

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Study the library for any magic capable of causing pain, manipulating emotions and minds, making illusions - and healing.

Seek out - or search my memory for - influential nobles and members of court in the capital. Are there any who could be brought by greed, fear or promises of power to serve the Cabal?

[Terenos]

Act One, Part Two: Preparations Begin

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Gerl Lightshade
[3, ?]
Necromancy seems ill suited to devising some sort of fear spell. Likely you would need some magical field that interacts with the mind. Without familiarity with the apropriate magical field, you wont be able to do what you seek. Your knowledge of magic however says that it shouldnt be a difficult thing to create.

You head out into the town, posing as a new gang. Unfortunately in some ways this doesnt go over too well. You have to engage in fisticuffs with several actual gangs, and while you've put the fear of you into the criminal element, a little bit. You have failed to meet with any lesser nobility. However you did find out about one Daergoth Vallinas. A lesser noble of ill repute. He is a drunkard and a layabout, and is often heard expressing discontent with the current way of things. Although chief amongst his complaints is that he personally doesnt have a huge say in things.

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Muirgen Frostbrand, Maekar Stormhold
[2/1,4,3]
The training goes abysmally. It will take a lot of time for you to drill the fundamentals of combat into this lunkheaded smith. Powerful arms are good for tending a forge but when you rely on only that in a fight you will swiftly be defeated.

Breaking early, your other endeavors go quite well. Maekar quickly smiths together a suit of light armor. Its not the greatest work but it will last and protect Muirgen at least a little bit.

Muirgen heads out into the world and checks around looking for mercenary jobs. There are a few. A few merchants want to hire extra guards on a ship journey south. And a few local minor nobles want to make a quick show of force. Nothing very risky though of course, there is always the chance of outright combat.

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Amon Morian
[?] A cursory check through the library's tomes leaves you disgusted. This place barely even ranks as a library. It has many books but they mostly deal with Necromancy. The rest seems to be taken up with local history. To progress in anything solid to do with the Mind, this library will have to be expanded.
Unfortunately to the best of your knowledge the humans treat intrusion into anothers mind as one of their 'Black Arts'. Pathetic.

Of course causing pain shouldnt be particularly difficult. Anything can cause pain after all.

[?+1] You do know most of the prominent local nobility, however as far as minor nobles go you are at a loss. They did not register to the Great Expanse, as elven superiority deemed they track only the most capable and affluent of the landbound human filth.
Given time in court you could devise a list of ambitious, foolhardy, or corruptable lesser nobility.

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Milos Daljulan
[6,5] Many of the cabalist irregulars have never seen a lizardman before. You trade a little on that fact and beat about 5 of them into submission, while mocking their weakness and inability to fight effectively. The message gets across, before long you've convinced the Irregulars to follow you to learn how to fight better. It goes well and before long you have a good assessement of their abilities in combat.
They are Poor Combatants, but that'll change in time.

[3] Midway through training, you notice an unusually deep shadow in the room. Which vanishes the next time you look over.
+1 Favor.

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William Ovendvhrall
[?,?]
Darius remains, as ever, a crotchety irritable bastard. The moment you enter his offices in the Cair he scowls at you pointedly, interrupts you constantly and belittles and browbeats you without mercy.
You leave his presence less than a half hour later, with a few additional scraps of knowledge. It turns out that a regiment of troops is bunkered down in the main graveyard just outside town, and no ones quite sure why. However they have asked the Cair for a few specialists. Darius is going, and if you want to he -supposes- he can use your inestimable talents as well. As to the question of apprentices he heaves a mighty sigh says 'Thats what I'm here for isnt it.' and makes a series of hand gestures [?] You arent well versed on the hand language of the street these days but he may have just implied something about your mother.

The Cair's library, magically speaking is mostly concerned with Elemental magic. There is a section devoted to 'Healing' magic which seems to be the flip side of necromancy. Or its a more sanitized form of necromancy, the purely beneficial aspects. You cant tell for certain.  Your studies there however lead you to no new insights.
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Local Events.
Nargoth has appeared, he requests someone, or a group make contact with a group of bandits upriver. A package will be delivered in exchange for another package. The second package is to be returned to Nargoth.
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Game Mechanics: Favor
Favor? Whats this then?! Well, Favor is a currency within the Cabal. Its effects will be detailed as time goes on. Though I suppose its most passive effect is asking for resources to complete a task or mission, and getting them.

[Digital Hellhound]

Amon let the dusty human book fall down in disgust. His lips twisted into a sneer. Hours of searching, and nothing to show for it. It pained him to just read the awkward language and glaring lack of understanding, and that they gave him nothing of interest was just too much to bear. He'd barely read any Elvish tome on the Art, but it was clear to see just the basic concepts within one would've gone past the writers of these works.

He stomped out, uncaring of the mess he'd left. Other things of interest had come to his attention. This 'Nargoth' he had heard of before; to find out more about such a creature would certainly be worth his while.

Amon sought out one of the irregulars roaming about. Whatever it was they were occupied with, it would have to wait. He did not let the man waste time gaping at his noble features. 'You, man. Find ten of your kind and meet me aboveground. Ask no questions, wretch, and you may yet be rewarded.'

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Amon takes ten or so irregulars and sets out to meet Nargoth's bandits with this package. He goes hooded and slouched to do what he can to obscure his race.

[Shootandrun]

Maekar groaned as he entered the training room. He felt like his entire body was bruised - in truth yesterday's lesson hadn't been that rough, but he was certainly sore. Muirgen was already there, as well as Milos across the room with the irregulars. He called out to the human first.

"So, yesterday didn't go so well," he admitted, "But I'm up for another round of training if you are."

And, glancing across the room to the lizardman:

"And I'm about to start on your gear, Milos. With our current supplies we can't afford anything other than light armor, but do you have a preference for a weapon I could make you?"

[Taricus]

Milos turned to face Maekar, somewhat beaming with pride at how well the training of the irregular's went. "No preference right now, just so long as it's usable." he replied, before turning back to the general body of the irregulars, and addressing them:

"Right, Everyone get back up and ready, You don't get to rest until you know how to actually fight"

Continue training ALL the irregulars, none are to leave while they required to learn the basic arts of combat.

[Terenos]

[Mid Turn Update: Conflict in the Ranks ]
[Rolls Unknown]
Amon, try as you might you cannot track down any free irregulars to accompany you on this mission, each and every damn one is fully occupied in training with that disgusting lizardfolk.

Either you'll have to talk to ...him? Or you'll have to go alone.

[Digital Hellhound]

Amon listened to the irregular's sputtering excuses and followed him to the training space. Well, he could wait, for a while. He approached the lizardman and gave a respectful nod of the head. They still thought they'd be equals in the new order, and he had no need to shatter that illusion yet.

'If you please, master Milos, I will have need of some of these men quickly. Business of Nargoth's. If you would focus on the training of these ten first, I would be most grateful.'

Amon will just wait for them to be ready. Trained blades are much better than useless rabble.

[Taricus]

"Unfortunately, with how this lot is, there's no guarantee any of them will be in fit condition anytime soon. And if you are doing something on the master's behalf, I'd suggest you'd do it sooner rather than later.

Besides, you don't need that many men to go with you, just steal a horse or something."

[Digital Hellhound]

Amon blinked. 'Steal a horse? What an interesting thought. I must warn you, I know little of riding. More of horsethieves - did you know that some... two hundred years ago, I believe, they still punished horsethieves here by tying each of one's limbs to a different horse and then... well, galloping away. Fascinating, isn't it? Of course, it would be much more painful to ride away slowly, I should think,' Amon said, a bit of wonder in his eyes. Not all of it was feigned. 'Perhaps I will learn horses. You can make them do the most remarkable things when properly trained, I hear.'

His smile faded away. 'But I digress. If that is the case, I will take my handful regardless of their ability. The illusion of danger is often as effective as the real thing, I have found. I will require a few of the wretches to act as my assistants otherwise, as well, but I am happy to leave them in your capable hands for now.'

[Nirur Torir]

Immerse myself in magic study, trying to learn and then practice an attack spell. I think I'd be able to get at least a flesh rot or soulstrike spell.

[Taricus]

"Given that what you're doing is basically courier work, I don't think you need any men in the immediate timeframe. Now, if that's everything, leave. I have work to do here."