Rolland Bellofer:
Go search for a stable boy and try to quietly sacrifice him to the butcher lord by slitting his throat first, then flaying the skin from his body and breaking his ribs and ripping his heart out to offer up. say the following
"Though I know this is not truly a worthy sacrifice for you, let this quench your thirst for now with the knowledge greater prey shall come later that I shall rend apart and bath in their blood."
the following is not part of the action above, just talking
"Mind if you help me hunt some prey real quick to sate my lord? We'll be quiet and get a kid, not needed. We'll chase the rest off soon enough."
(2) you peek into the stalls along one side of the stable, but don't find any stableboys.
Giglam
Stretch and search around for a good place to snipe from when the deal goes down.
You are supposed to stay in the crate and be all snarly, like a wild animal. You gonna bust out and ruin it? (4) anyway, looking out through te openings, you see that there are numerous hiding places, particularly on the second floor mezzanines along either side of the central aisle. If you choose to come out, you'll have to help stash your crate before you go hide.
Wake up from the drugged sleep and fall into non-drugged sleep. Wake up if it gets noisy, or I smell something delicious.
"patiently awaiting lunch on the hoof" commences.
Pas'qet
Keep quiet like the good little hook I am.
(4) you only squeak in excitement a little, and quickly cover your orifice in embarrasment. You don't think you've given away the game, though.
Perhaps you do need a reminder that my name is Caroline-Evelyn, not Caroline/Evelyn. 
That is obviously not the right thing to do. So obviously do it again, as that will gain me farther insight as to what I did wrong. Just try not to be as loud this time.
The above can be accomplished during the cart ride. Once we arrive, look for people in the stable and scare them off.
If you've been paying attention to my character, you should know that being terrifying is easy.
I do. I do need a reminder of what your character's name is. You are no longer exempt from teh "put your name at teh top of the post" rule, Miss Carelyn#Evoline, or whatever it ... *looks at the quote* ... Caroline-Evelyn. See? that
was helpful!
(3) The screams almost sound like they are trying to tell you something. That, or you are getting a weirdly catchy alien jingle stuck in your head.
Gak, which is probably also the noise a few other people are gonna be making at some point in the future
"Non-us people outta here, right-o, bucko!"
Gleefully terrorize any unlucky non-Omega people I find until they either run away or run into something/someone that kills them. Or make enough noise that someone else lets me have more permanent fun with them. Either way, make with the psychological and physical scarring of innocents in the vicinity.
(3) You find a stable boy near the end of the central aisle. He seems to have been trying to be inconspicuous. You squeal in murderdoll glee and waddle after him, trying to decide amongst your many knives which to test out on which parts. The boy doesn't give you much chance to truly terrorize him, as he bolts the moment you start forward. He outpaces you pretty quickly, and by the time you reach the stable door, he's nowhere to be seen.
Horatio Hefford (AKA Huff-Puff)
I ask the boss.
"Hey crazy guy. Are we just going to kill the guy or are we going to infiltrate the gang. Don't get me wrong I like killing criminal scum,
I just believed we were going kill all of them from the inside out."
I look at the drake. If I still need to hide. I puff with griffin's wings (helium like) and hide somewhere on the barn if possible.
"Well, we'll find out when the buyer arrives. This is supposed to be an initial meet and greet. We're supposed to make the exchange at another location, where they'll have the goods we want, and the contacts. But it could easily go south, right? this lot? you think it'll go smooth? Nah. Nah, it'll be bumpy. But it's still a win for us, because there're other interested buyers. generate buzz, ya feel? good vibes and rep. street cred. get the word out. Might get a job offer, innit? We could always use the money, right?" He laughs at this last one, that same knee slapping guffaw he did back at base.
"anyway, you can't get to the head from the toe if you chop off the foot first, right? the main targets wouldn't be here tonight. gotta work our way in before eating our way out, eh?"You look at the drake. it is sleeping in it's crate. You wanna puff up inside and float to the ceiling or second floor? or go outside and float to the roof?
Thrips suppresses a shudder as his homicidal teammates go to work, deciding not to pay too close attention to their actions.
Instead he takes a glance over his surroundings, walking out of the barn and having a look around.
Try my best to ignore the horrifying deeds doubtless being perpetrated by my colleagues and instead study the surrounding area.
Is the barn standing on its own, or with other farm buildings? Is there a kitchen? Go check out the kitchen.
It's a stable in a city. It is abutted by several buildings. Looks like the stable is shared by several establishments. One outside wall of the stable is about three feet from one building - leaving a dark, dirty alley between. on the other side the stable has more space, but that's because the building there collapsed into rubble - or at least, this side of it did. The wooden and stone rubble is in contact with the stable, forming a messy, unpassable pile. I mean, people can climb over it without too much trouble, but in combat it's a decent barrier. teh end of the stable you guys entered opens onto a medium sized, poorly maintained road, and the other end opens onto a courtyard. Surrounding the courtyard are three other buildings. there are lights on in two of them. the one on the left has an open door into a kitchen. You wander that way, completely unobstructed. You get yelled at by the matronly cook inside to bring her the damned potatoes, and cut up the carrots already. She ain't got time for your slacking. get to work already. She isn't even looking at you by the time she finishes her tirade. The seven or eight other assistants are doing various chores - or pretending to, as the case may be.
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