Hugo Fowl

Huh. This sounds fun. I also have an idea now.

"....." He wondered if Great Old One Warlocks had the same problems as he did.

"Down Jessamine." Corvo muttered, sotto voce. The end result was that they were in and he would NOT have to kill more people today. That was always a bonus.

"My name is Corvo of the Healing Church. The one who has done you harm has paid for his crimes. I wielded the sword myself." Corvo said as he added swiftly, this little hiccup NOT in the plan making him speak for damage control before he planned it. "We had been tasked to do something about your group, true. But then I was curious and decided to look into why such a group came to be. From what I understand, all of you had been beaten or subjected unlawfully and immorally by men. Knowing this, we have come to find justice for all-and not simply death. There's been enough of that." He paused and added more kindly, pulling down his mask to show his expression-open and earnest. "Make no mistake. There will be justice. But it will not be found in lashing at the world, forgetting what it means to be a person. Or in killing everything that disagrees or is different from you." [Using persuasion for this. Also, pls back me up guys. Give it your best shot. Lol.]

"Don't forget what we said and if you have any problems, look to me or Farley to talk." Corvo muttered in support.

Ok. It was time to shine. Goro approached the gate, cleared his throat and taking up Jessamine...Knocked on the gates with her hilt. Loudly.

Corvo does the same and prepares himself for what's to come.

OOC: We know there's 15 in all but not sure. They seemed lax though from my scouting so I'm guessing they're all inside. If not and things go south, I'll try to carry the smallest of the party away.

Corvo banked and swooped down, flapping his wings once to settle gently. As they retracted in, he cleared his throat and spoke. "Not sure what part of the plans you remember. But I felt a reminder was in order just in case. You, Farley and me will step up to the gates. Call out then for Bertha of the Rowdy Maidens and say we are here for justice on behalf of those among them affected." He paused and gave off a grim air as he added. "These are battered women now. Folks who fled and took to violence, believing there was no other option. As a result, they're on a hair trigger. Everyone try not to upset them, though I feel we should be fine. Can't be too careful." Especially now that their troublemaker was gone. It was a bad thought, but not inaccurate the Tiefling felt.

There was a lot of prejudice against Tieflings still and there were times Corvo wished otherwise. But to fly was a dream he'd never give up. The world seemed so much more beautiful from above, so much more peaceful. All the worries fell away and there was only the skies and the heights you could attain. But he was on the clock right now. Corvo would circle-once, twice. Making sure to get a good look at the camp and it's layout, seeking out those who may be in to determine how many were currently inside the walls and how many were off on patrol or the like.

Corvo nodded and then stretched out his wings. Still as sinister looking as before as he spoke aloud. "I'll keep an eye out. If I see any danger, I'll signal with red sparks and if unsure, yellow." He then crouched and then took off into the air, flapping gracefully until he was naught but a dot in the skies.

"Flattery will get you nowhere." He responded mentally, but feeling a little better. It wasn't the first life he had taken and all of them who worked in the shadows of the Healing Church were told the worth of life and how precious it was. But if any man or woman judged another worthy of death? Then it was best they wielded the sword. If they could not,then perhaps they were not so deserving. He closed his eyes, tried his best to focus on her. As always the image was somewhat blurry. Still little more than thoughts and whispers, a voice in his head. But sometimes if he focused he could sense her. Feel the heat radiate off her, hear a whisper of silk and a sound of bells. She had been his friend since the moment he bonded with her. She was his partner. He looked into the skies, noted the time and spoke aloud. "Pay your respects if you wish. We should establish a campsite before it gets too dark." This entire escapade had cost them valuable time and soon, it would be dark.

Corvo was disappointed. Mostly at Clara. For someone so intelligent, the mental gymnastics she went through to justify him being at fault despite all she saw staggered the mind. Should he had let her be shot? Or for any of the others? Did she wonder at the implications of that dagger, the Tabaxi knowing what it did and STILL making her hold it? Or perhaps she simply didn't value the others as much as someone who was ungrateful for them all aiding her, had obvious violent tendencies and threw the provincial tantrum in ambushing them on the road. If any of it was true, his mental evaluation of her would drop as he sighed and said a prayer for the departed privately, head bowed and hand on his sword. Cursed he was called and it wasn't new. Perhaps he was. But he wasn't alone and he spoke mentally to Jessamine. "I learned a truth today. For a person to be saved, there must be one in danger. And in saving someone, another must perish. All you can really do is save as many as you can. But...Did I do the right thing?" He watched the two halves of the Tabaxi get placed in the grave, cleaved in half by his power as he pondered. Was this how it was and always would be?

He absently cast prestidigitation on her and tried not to blush.

He let out a little blink, shaking his head once as though to clear it before looking at his sword. With an exasperated sigh, he muttered aloud. "Jessamine." He then sheathed the sword, openly relaxing as he slipped back on his coverings. On went the glove. The tail flicked back inside under the coat. The wings retracted back and the mask was pulled up. And Corvo once more looked merely like an odd humanoid as he spoke. "Forgive my suspicious nature. I'm always more testy after I draw my partner. Though the question stands."

The blade cleaved through the bowstring and bow. And through flesh. There was a scrape of metal on bone, a great cleave that left the deluded soul in two as well as the weapon they threatened to kill the others with. Over the new corpse, Corvo looked like a Grim Reaper with an Infernal bent, eyes glowing bright as his sword drank in the blood on it. His wings, now exposed flapped once, and then retracted. And letting out a deep breath, he sheathed his sword and then frowned, glancing over at Clara. "She would have shot you had anyone made a move to stop her. And I gave her every chance. I've seen her kind before." He pulled down his mask, revealing a handsome face but a bit in the uncanny valley. His canines were a bit sharper than normal, his eyes were inhuman as he flapped the wings out once more. Beneath the obscuring coat, a tail flicked out-serpentine and scaled. Almost snake like, though there was another word for it as he reached for his glove and pulled it off. Claws met their eyes, Corvo making sure they knew what he was now. A being with a black heritage, shunned and hated for their part in the past and the War. Monster. Demon. Tiefling. "They think themselves unique. So lost in their own darkness, hateful and using it as their excuse to do as they wish. For the most least of reasons, she would have killed anyone of the people here had her way not been gotten. I opted to take it upon myself if she shot. And when she saw I would not back down and came for her, only then did she realize she was not unique nor was she invincible. She didn't surrender because she was reached. She surrendered when it was clear she would die. Too little...Too late." He pointed his sword to the wizard. "You said earlier that you wanted to know if you'd be arrested...Were you in league with him that you would ask so?"

The purview of a coward. Corvo ran through a few ideas in his head and then-. That was it. This was stupid. Barely thought out as well. Corvo had enough and he had no more patience for this anymore. Before witnesses, this idiot threatened to kill Innocents and even went out of his way to attempt to force them to follow him. Corvo couldn't care less. He drew his sword from the sheath, the same color scheme as the blades he flung and held it up in a fencers salute as he spoke. "By the Blood, in Healers hands made Death. I judge thee and find you wanting." He charged. And moved to get in the way of the bow shot, the back of his jacket unfolding as great wings spread out and gave him speed. Bat-like,monstrous and almost... Devilish. His eyes glowed bright gold and he swung out, seeking to catch all his targets in the same blow!

"You have three seconds to comply." Corvo said, done entirely with anything less than his surrender. Two... What would he do?

"Elbine. In the name of the Healing Church and the Order, you have committed the following crimes. Arrogance. Willfulness. Stupidity. These sins have not only stunted you but also encouraged you to actively ambush those who should have been friends, who would have been friends had you not done all you could to sabotage it. Get on your knees and surrender with your hands behind your head." Another blade formed by his left shoulder as Corvo spoke darkly. "Or death will be your only escape."

There was only an afterthought as Corvo acted first. His hand on his sword moved, circling around the pommel as power responded and answered. A shadowy portal appeared over his right shoulder, before of all things what looked like a sword crafted from black metal with red veins flung itself at Elbaine with the intent to skewer him through the chest for maximum success. Tempting as it was to attack the head, he wanted to end this swiftly.

It wasn't the solution he'd have gone with, but perhaps a united front might help. He nodded once and spoke. "This works fine. Now all we need-". His voice trailed off as he looked around and sighed. "Everyone, look in every dark corner after. Someone should let Elbaine know." He certainly didn't think he'd leave on his own....Again. After how well it had gone for him last time. That would just be dumb.

"Essentially. But this is not an order. I'm not your party leader...Yet." He acknowledged with a shrug as he added. "If it helps, consider this a field test in terms of my plans and afterwards if successful, we can all bring that up. That said, what is your vote? Yours and Cliffs?"

"Could you clarify please? The one which has the negotiators trained in such to do so, or the one that sends you in the path with an identified foe which I and others have explained is a bad idea in everyway possible?" Corvo asked deadpan. "Case in point." He said dryly. Also, how exactly did anyone get from the peaceful idea to send Clara in? Just...No. Corvo consoled himself with the fact there were some here who thought about the implications and he turned to Muggy. In a more kinder and less put upon tone he spoke. "That won't matter so much. We need a lookout to alert and possibly, to set something on fire if need be. If negotiations fall through, our first step would be to remove their shelter and supplies. Hopefully it will NOT come to that."

Corvo nodded. It was a gift that came in handy, such as when you needed to catch up with party members on the road. How he could do it was still up in the air, as Corvo remarked in Muggys observation and Farleys vote. "I vote for the peaceful solution as well. I and Farley at most. Clara I feel would be better reigning in our Tabaxi companion here and Cliff?" Corvo looked briefly pained as he asked. "Would you consent to watching over those two? I feel between you and Clara, enough common sense should be in place should anything go wrong. Muggy?" He looked to him and asked. "Just how stealthy are you?"

He nodded back in reply, understanding between two Men of thought and deed summing pretty much all there was to say. "You're not sneaking in." Corvo replied as he added. "I will be blunt, Farley and I are the best to enter. Farley's shell will protect him long enough should things go south for the rest of us to come in. And I..." He hesitated before he finally confessed. "...I can fly. I am also as I said trained in negotiations which is a major boon here."