The Man Behind the Mask

[Cain]

Joe noded as he set the goblet down, it was filled with her usual.
He then picked up the canteens and took them into the back.

[DungeonMaster]

~We will lead them to the bottom of the Lich's lair, and there, we will lead them to their deaths... it will be magnificent... and in the hopes that our sickly friend takes us up in his greed, we should have it made from there.~ The mask spoke telepathically to the ring.

"Well, are we all ready to go?" He asked, bouncing around the room with amazing dexterity.

~Very nice. I do, however, wonder about this half angel. I feel she will present a bit more of a challenge than the fools who bear us. I do not worry about the necromancer, for it seems he wants to become a lich himself. My master will like him.~

Charon had acutally forgotten that he had the ring in his blissful freedom. He had been fighting imaginary foes in hand-to-hand combat, dodging and blocking their strikes and laying into them with rapid fire attacks of his own. "I believe that once Chronica gets her supplies, we will be ready."

[Jal-Koon]

After silently repressing his anxiety Ja wandered over to the table he had originally been sitting at to retrieve his pack. He hoisted it upon the table and began to rumage around naming off the items he may need. "Let's see... books, ritual ingredients, grave soil, poisons, spare bottles, and my soon to be phylactery. I just need my scepter now...

[Cain]

Soon Joe returned placing the canteens in front of Chronica.
"There you go. You can pay now or whenever you return."

[Chronica]

She tied the canteens together and walked to the table where her pack lay with her sword. She put the canteens in her pack then took the sheathed sword and straped the belt on her hips letting the sword lay on her right hip out of the way of her wings and legs. Chronica returned to the boys and handed Joe a gold coin. "I think that should cover it and thank you. Oh and give Splicey my love." She grinned.

[DungeonMaster]

The man skipped up to the counter, the eyes of the mask filling with white light. "What do you carry in the way of injectable poisons?"

Charon wandered over to the weapons shelf and retreived his favored scimitar. The blade itself was blue, but along the edge was a trail of red, uneven paint. He had requested the blade be painted in such a way so that his enemies would know they were dealing with no fool. He checked his hand to see if the ring was there, which it was. However, he noticed the eye was staring off somewhere, but he couldn't tell exactly. That's when he remembered his bag of tricks. He checked his belt. Yep, right where it was. He chuckled as he recalled using whatever contents that were there to avoid capture, like smoke screens, illusions, decoys of himself, and other strange objects.

[Cain]

"Poisons? Hmmm."
He pulled out a small black book fliping though it.
"I don't really get much call for that sort of thing.... well if you explude liquer *a quick smile* . . .but I don't think I have anything at the moment, not ready anyways, it tends to spoil and loose it's effect. I'm sure I could prepare something, but that would take a bit of time."

[Jal-Koon]

After a brief search Jal retrieved his scepter. It was a macabre object, shaped like a large human femur with polished stones set into the hip ball and tarnished silver bands binding each end. Jagged runes were scrawled irregularly across the surface. After tucking the scepter into a pocket in his cloak he approached the counter. "I have some Manticore venom, but I think it needs to be cooked before it can be used with injections..."