Forgotten Freedom:Birthday
Sa’vor stepped out of his door on the way to the deck to relax but something wasn't right. He glanced to the right and left but there was nothing there. With a sigh he gave up and turned down the hall disappearing up the stairs to wards the main deck.
Once he was out of sight a figure dressed in black almost at one with the shadows dropped from the ceiling and checked to ensure there was no one else around. Satisfied that there were no observers, the figure crouched to the group and slipped a small note under Sa’vor's door. Glancing around once more the figure pulled out a small ceramic tile snapped it in half and leapt in the air passing directly through the ceiling and settling in the hallway one floor up. With another check to ensure secrecy, the figure slipped back into the shadows and moved to the next room on the list. This was going to be a long day.
Later that day Sa'vor returned to his room and found the note lying on the floor. Picking it up he unfocused his eyes to allow him to check for any traps either magic or psionic. Finding none, he focused on the note and read it aloud as Naz'roth approached from the next room.
Sa'vor: The hamster in the underwater hen house moos at midnight.
Naz'roth: The what does huh?
Sa'vor: Just a note from a friend it seems everything is going according to plan.
Naz'roth: If you say so... Anything I need to do for this plan?
Sa’vor: More than likely, but you will be contacted when you need to know.
OOC: Yes Sa'vor knew the figure was there and even who it was as most of the Ubers do now or will in the near future. It is not a problem and they have all agreed to put up with the act for a short time to allow them to plan something of grave importance. Basically if they are able to detect the figure in some way they have agreed to not acknowledge it and those that can't detect it are not a problem. To maintain secrecy this figure will be delivering obscure notes to many Ubers and scum in the next week so feel free to add any encounters, or lack there of you would like with it. If you can't stand the suspense you can PM me and I can clue you in on the plot and hopefully get you to help with it.
On an island that can best be described as a tropical paradise a lone man sits on the beach opening his mail.
Jarlot: Oh, Klaz died what I shame I couldn’t make it back in time for the funeral. I really would have loved to be involved.
Jarlot: Let’s see pirate magazine I still haven’t gotten around to canceling… EARP magazine, new retirement community opening in the warm climate of Xen’drik…
Jarlot: You May Have Already Won 1,000,000 Gold!!!!! Yes finally some mail that is worthwhile.
Jarlot quickly open the package and begins to read about how to win the money and the other cool stuff he can get.
Jarlot: No purchase necessary, yeah right like they just give a million gold to someone who isn’t a customer. In fact I bet it is just the opposite the more you buy the better you chances. But I already get all the magazines I want where can I find a bunch of fools to sign up for subscriptions to all of these publications…
