Othello had been calm and quiet since they hit the tree line, it was almost am entirely different Othello. He didn't joke or drop little witty one liners this was a focused Othello much like they got during the re-education stage of his arrival in Nevermere. He followed her lead taking first the darkvision potion (it was a clever potion if he'd ever seen one) and then after stepping onto his board behind Regan he dropped the invisibility potion just as the board lifted off the ground. They zoomed high into the cool night sky he was using his gift to fly them and at the same time keeping any armor from rattling freely, his large steel axe was magnetized to his back, the large chain wrapped around his body, and everything else was hidden in a satchel at his side.

Approaching what he thought was the Sanctum Othello climbed a bit higher whispering to Regan, "there," and he would bring them to a stop hovering some forty feet from the Sanctum and he would wait for orders.

ELOELL:

The Sanctum. The place of refuge for Isolde and those who kept to the old ways. The true ways.

It was an impressive structure that was one of the only things in Cambria untouched by Nevermerean hands. Cassian had given them that—a show of peace and respect for their religion. That would soon change.

Regan and Othello would successfully slip away from the city, as the hustle and bustle of the new wave of soldiers was enough excitement for everyone to be in a state of unfocused focus. When midnight fell and they began to execute their plans, as was as it normally was in Cambria and the Sanctum at this hour: quiet.

A large fire burned in the courtyard outside of the sanctum, and a simple, uncomplicated patrol walked the grounds with no real seriousness about their posts. Most within slept, perhaps with the rare stirring here or there, but it did not matter for Isolde, for her resting place was alone at the top of the tower.

The Chieftess lay on her pelts, eyes closed and faced relaxed in sleep.

None noticed the board of metal moving through the dark sky, nor the man atop it. None would see Regan, as she had consumed a potion of invisibility.

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Details of Sanctum verified by Rigby.
This thread is CLOSED unless you think your character has plausible reason to be a part of it, in which case DM me!
Post order: will be established after this next round

Regan couldn’t help but roll her eyes when Othello’s invisibility potion fell to the ground. No matter. He had another in reserve that he would take when the time was right. It was good to get the early-mission jitters out of the way now, anyway.

They slid up to the top of the tower. Still, after all their practice, Regan marveled at the beauty of flight. She looked down for a moment, watching to see whether there was anyone that noticed their presence—but the dark was their ally.

Once they approached the top of the tower, Regan peered inside. They were still forty feet away, but with her dark vision, Regan could see what she assumed was the form of the sleeping Priestess. With quiet concentration, Regan cursed the sleeping woman with total paralysis.

“Forward.”

Her voice was but a whisper. Once they were in the tower, granted that Isolde was frozen, Regan would move forward and administer a sleeping potion to the stunned Priestess.

Othello wasn't nervous he just decided if he wasn't sure about drinking potions brewed in Nevermere yet (the ball was a cautious tale). Plus it was better if one person was visible just in case someone saw them it would be Othello in his armor they saw, the distraction for Regan should they need the advantage.

If Regan was successful with her curse and the sleeping potion Othello would stand guard with the sleeping smoke potion in hand ready to toss it at any threats, but he was also ready by reaching out with his Gift feeling for any kind of metal or steel ready to render anyone with it useless...

The Priestess was yet unaware that there was anything amiss. She slept soundly, wrapped in the security of her hubris and blind faith. If the curse was unsuccessful, or the woman was otherwise alerted to their presence, her eyes would open in alarm.

ELOELL:

Thus far, it was a rather cut-and-dry procedure. The dark hid their approach, the night vision potion gave Regan an advantage. Her curse, executed effortlessly by so accomplished a witch, was successful. The sleeping priestess would be unaware, as sound in her rest as she was. They entered the tower through the window, Othello still hovering on his board, and Regan dismounted to pour the sleeping potion into the woman’s mouth.

Regan had a window in which she needed to be very careful. Her paralysis curse, cast so quickly, would only be effective for two minutes. The sleep potion, now administered, took two minutes for the consumer to become drowsy, and 5 for them to sleep. Should Isolde awake, she would find herself paralyzed…but only for perhaps a minute and a half more.

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Post order: Regan, Othello, Isolde

Regan quickly got to work. She gagged her, then produced the reinforced metal cuffs and proceeded to secure them on Isolde’s hands and feet — just as she’d practiced. When she was finished, the invisible Regan went over to Othello, whispering:

“Wrap her up and get in position. I’ll keep watch.”

Wrap her up. Othello would know that Regan meant the metal chain that they had brought. The chain would be enough for Othello to quickly coil around Isolde like a snake, just to make doubly sure that the Priestess was secured. No, the chain was not a metal snake, but with Othello’s gift, it could constrict like one if need be.

Regan would take the sleeping smoke potion from Othello and keep watch. Unless something happened to stop them, once Othello was back on the board with Isolde, she’d follow and tuck herself behind him, patting him on the shoulder twice to indicate she was ready to speed the heck out of there.

Othello worked delicately with his gift as the chain slunk off of him, he was going for swift and quiet so the chain wouldn't rattle. He hadn't spoken much less breathed as he worked. The chain would coil around the long woman from neck to ankles, once he was satisfied he'd tighten the chain around Isolde. Lifting her up and over his shoulder before heading to his board, as soon as Regan tapped him on the shoulder the board was moving...

It all seemed like a dream. Once Isolde felt the presence of another there was no moving to wake. Her eyes remained closed as they were when she was paralyzed by the witch’s curse. She was being moved, the sensation so vivid that she thought surely she must be awake.

Isolde would only be certain when she felt the cold serpent coiling around her. When the male stench grew closer and she was lifted from the ground.

They had come. The Nevermerean devils and their witch magic. If there were ever a time for a prophecy to be fulfilled, it would be now. Internally, she cried out to the ancestors for them to bring her wayward daughter near. To bring Wren home.

ELOELL:

With Isolde bundled in chain and an invisible Regan standing just behind Othello, the metal manipulator successfully began moving once more, out the window and back the way they had come. Before they reached the mountain they had started on Isolde would find herself able to move again, though even as her eyelids opened a drowsiness would come over her.

The dark of the night was still acting as a cloak for them, and none patrolling, not the women below in the courtyard, nor the Nevermerean troops beyond, noticed anything amiss.

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Rolled to determine NPC troop noticing
Othello first, then Regan and Isolde
Need to get to a more conclusive place for CN to be determined unhelpful; Isolde still has a slight opportunity

So far there had been no wren-ches thrown into the plan, even if the bonded Isolde began to stir at the first moment Othello felt her move he would manipulate the chain to squeeze tighter and the cuffs would too. He would also pick up the pace with his board zipping back home to Nevermere there was no stopping in Cambria again, it would be a risk to land so if she kicked and wiggled to much before the potion of sleep kicked in he'd dump her off his shoulder and stick her to the bottom of the board.

Regan knew that Othello would tire and that a creature would need to be summoned. But for now, her primary concern was ensuring the sleeping potion took effect as they sped away from Cambria. The beauty of flight never ceased to amaze her, but now was not a time to be amazed. Cambria shrank into the distance as she tried to look up and not down at the world around them.

Regan would focus on monitoring Isolde. She may be strong in her shifted form, but she was nothing compared to a Cambrian. She remained at the ready to warn Othello should the Priestess try to break her restraints.

The feeling of surreality lingered. When Isolde’s eyes opened, it took her some time to process that it was nothing but air beneath her. That the blackness below was in fact the earth. Isolde was not one to panic. She took stock of her situation even as the drowsiness of the potion took hold.

Isolde would not flail. Flailing would send her to her death below. She would wait, she thought, until they landed before trying to make her escape. For surely they would land. She shifted, subtly testing the confines of her restraints as she inhaled deeply—committing the scent of both the woman and her male companion to memory.