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My favourite downtime and return of all time stuck up here for amusement's sake Note: was before the current set of downtime guidelines so isn't in itself a good example downtime. Preparitory acquisitions *Acquire crowbar *Acquire cloths *Acquire motor *Acquire dark paint in as close to the colour of the sarcophagus in question. *Acquire sleep potion (the level 2 alchemical investigative potion of subdue damage) (Between us we are willing to spend 60 shillings on this. Annoyingly we have this all in cash. Can we hand this over at the interactive? Or actually I could bring physreps to the pancake party and hand them over there. ((Noted, 60 shillings well spent)) Actions Return to the temple of Azrael. Inform everyone who will listen that the militia wants to break in to the temple and beat the crap out of everyone in it. ((The Azraelites seem rather paranoid about this happening and mainly blame you for bringing this situation down about their ears. A lot of the worshippers slope off early to whatever homes they have that are nowhere near the temple, casting you a dirty look as they leave)) Maintain a pretense that Ari's right arm is more injured than it actually is and therefore that she could not be at all be capable of using a crowbar or something or in fact not much beyond sitting around in the temple laying people to rest. ((This works surprisingly well, a simple sling and wincing if someone touches it seems to do the trick and you are left to sit around and do very little besides laying to rest the inevitable corpses that people are none too keen on people finding out about)) Try to get Ari on the very very late at night shift of the around the clock lay to rest in the temple duty by offering to take on as many shifts as possible for the week. (Claim she needs to make up for not doing any shifts the previous week and the fact that Glenn currently has a problem) ((Entirely sucessful, not even azraelites want that shift)) On any night that looks like there are suitably few other people. I dose as many people on sleep potion as possible (probably through the medium of hot drinks as the temple of Azrael is likely to be highly cold). The hope is that this will make sure they stay unconscious through any noise if they were going to bed or to get the any other staying awake people dropping off to sleep. Then go wake up Glenn. ((The temple of azrael is very, very cold and the drinks are very gratefully accepted, even if they are from you, on Wednesday night. It was a particularly good batch of sleeping potions it seems)) Attempt to gain access to sarcophagus using actually functioning arms and crowbars. Cloths are handy for muffling sounds of crowbars on stone. Try to minimise visible damage but hey... If any Azraelites do happen to interrupt, hit them with halt 10s/strikedown 10s, apply stabination, and then muderise them . [insert doom here] Dump any bodies inside the sarcophagus, lay them to rest, wipe up blood. Use motor and paint to attempt to hide damage to sarcophagus. ((The sarcophagus opens fairly easily and you need very little of the paint to repair it. Conveniently it fits 3 azraelites veyr neatly, which is fortunate as you soon have 3 dead azraelites to deal with. And a significant blood spillage)) ((In the sarcophagus there is an ancient and dusty skeleton, blackened coronet upon its head and the remains of a tattered velvet robe crumbling about its ribcage. Clutched along its chest in one bony hand is a somewhat battered sword. You prise it from its hand and remove it from the sacrophagus and take a good hard look at it (rec spirit: artefact of azrael). You close up the sarcophagus (now with more occupants than before, and patch up the damage)) [Or alternatively if we can't hide the damage: Glenn knocks me out and applies additional kicking to drugged people to make sure they stay out and leaves us tied up before legging it with the [insert doom here]. I then claim I got hit from behind and didn't see anything.] ((You fall to the floor and receive a vision. A robed corpse stands in front of you, feet poking out from beaneath the folds, face hidden in a cowl. The stench of death ripples across your face as He opens His mouth to speak; "Children! My children! Oh how you amuse me, oh how you please me! You have stolen a weapon holy to that Blashpemous egotistical god right from under his followers' noses, oh how he shows himself to be weak. How he shall once more bow to by authority... Now, little death masked ones, I trust you will take this to the Black Library and there corrupt it in my name... Oh yes, I shall reward you for you have exceeded my expectations..." The corpse leans towards you and presses a rottign finger to each of your foreheads. You wak up on the floor of the Temple of Azrael and quickly hide your night's activities. For the rest of the week you can hear Vivamort's joyous mad cackling ringign in your ears. Perhaps His displeasure was better in some ways...)) |