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[Stratovarius]

I think so.

[X-Codes]

My plan was to have him sneak in the weapons while disguised as a villager.  You know, just in case he screws up. =P

[Callix]

OK, sorry. Must've missed that part of the plan. How exactly am I supposed to get several armfuls of weapons to the slaves wthout the slavers noticing? If I surrender, they'll search me. Otherwise, they'll be watching their slaves...

[X-Codes]

Mass distraction.  The slavers will eventually split their numbers to burn down the village, and if they don't send enough to take care of that then my pet can spread them even thinner.  Once that's all done, you'll probably only have to handle a few guards inside the tent.

"Alright, then.  We've dawdled long enough here.  It's time to put on our act.  Madoc remember to keep out of sight until you see a group of slavers leave the camp to head towards the village.  Once that's done, assess how heavily guarded the slave pens are and give a signal if you aren't confident that you can succeed at getting these weapons to those slaves.  However you go about doing it is your own call."  With that, Regema turns to leave the stables and head back towards the camp, motioning for Borloth to follow.

[Nanshork]

Borloth follows, grinning.  He's finally going to get to kill something and that makes him very very happy.

[Callix]

Madoc loads weapons into his backpack, carrying a few that won't fit. "Oh, don't worry about me. Once the attack starts, I can get in."

As he follows, his image flickers, grows, and settles as that of the chief slaver.

[Stratovarius]

The guard at the camp nods his greetings to the arrivals. Brought your gold, have you?

[X-Codes]

Regema grimaces at the guards, with a touch of anger also revealed by his face.  "I'm afraid not.  The villagers decided that they didn't want slave traders in their inn and put an arrow through our employer's head when we arrived.  They possess our gold now, and they've barricaded themselves in the Inn quite soundly.  My brother and I decided to come here and potentially find a resolution to the matter that would benefit all of us."

[Nanshork]

Borloth nods.  "Even I can't kill all of them without a problem."

[Stratovarius]

The guard laughs in Regema's face. That is your excuse? I think you need to come see the master now.

[X-Codes]

Regema wipes his face to make sure the brute didn't spit all over him.  "Yes, fine.  Let us speak with your leader.  I do suppose you'd need his help in order to count to two."  Regema says detestfully, satisfied for now that this ape's blood would be spilled in due time.

[Stratovarius]

Inside the tent, the large half-orc looks up and down Regema for a moment. Now that you're hear, why shouldn't I make you a slave like the others? You haven't paid me.

[X-Codes]

Regema stares down the half-orc as he speaks, "My previous employer didn't pay you, and it's rather hard for you to make him a slave now that he's dead."  He then backs off a little, indicating he might leave, "Now that I think about it, I don't know why I came back here.  I probably should have just let you spring that trap the villagers have waiting for you back in town."

[Stratovarius]

A trap? By villagers? What fool do you take me for? He taps his chin for a moment. Now, if you're feeling helpful, you'll assist me in enslaving those villagers. After all, you do owe me money, and a service could pay that off.

[X-Codes]

Regema glares at the slaver.  "Enslave them?  You must be joking.  You're outnumbered by almost 3 to 1, and they've holed themselves up in their inn with bows.  You'd lose dozens of men before you even got in the door, and I'm sure as hell not going to risk my neck on that kind of fool's errand out of some maligned sense of duty to pay off a dead man's debts."