Sigil: The City of Doors

Leaving the tanks and two-hundred and forty days of sensory experience compressed into four short hours, Thaddeus felt revitalized and ready to take his renewed clarity out to the cage.

Instead of the usual hustle and bustle of the Festhall he left four hours or two-thirds of a year ago, he was instead confronted with what would could only be described as chaos.

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Going to be assisting Cyprian for a stealth check to track down some ne'er-do-wells.

(Edit, moved down one time slot for convenience.)

Amidst the pandemonium they spot someone dressed as... some faction or another... leaving paraphernalia and what can only be described as evidence? The whole thing stunk of a black flag operation, or maybe a prank. Either way Cyprian is oblivious to the who and why but in a moment of daring he begins following him with Thaddeus hot on his trail.

Chaos Run Amok - Sensates, Stealth (DC 25): 1d20+13+1d4 20 <.<
Chaos Run Amok - Sensates, Stealth (Forgot Advantage) (DC 25): 1d20+13 15 Grrrr

They do good. Really good! Thaddeus gives Cyprian ways onto buildings and upper landings. Leads him around the district. They follow for a while. And then the person looks up and sees them. Afterwards they give chase but lose him.

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Failure -1 renown

Still riding the elation from his time in the sense escalation tank, Thaddeus giddily bounces after the culprits. He follows Cyprian's lead, tracking them from the shadows so as not to alert them; however, the excitement is too much and Thad leaps mirthfully one too many times and reveals himself to their prey.

"Blast!" Cyprian says after losing sight of the vagabonds. "What was this even about? Who were they?"

Cyprian's bardic inspiration manifests in a long train of poetic insults and hate filled taunts of malice.

Chaos Run Amok - Sensates, Stealth, (forgot Inspiration roll) (DC 25): 1d8 2