07-29-2023, 08:27:00 AM
Forbuis Túr Raidió // The Siege of the Radio Tower
Arriving on Rassaton is difficult…
Fionn covers his face with an impromptu gas mask he patched together on the way there. As he stands watching the fizzing sea, a memory flashes back into his mind.
A memory of Úna, the load of their soon-to-be-born child on her belly.
Of the sea, shining, vast, mysterious.
Of a giant, an absolute colossus, striding across the sea from somewhere faraway.
Of bread, stones baked into it.
Of the cradle, and the stones of the floor beneath.
Of stones, thrown into the sea.
Of stones.
Fionn mumbles something, cracking his knuckles.
“Commence Operation: Giant's Causeway.”
He gathers pebbles and bits of this and that ( all corrosion-resistant, he ensures ) and throws them into the water, forming what could vaguely pass as a bridge.
And then, clutching the mask tight, he runs.
Now that you've made it across the water…
A hefty bribe, huh…
Fionn's hands immediately go to his belt. Something feathery brushes against his fingers, and he smirks.
“So…do you so happen to know where a man can find a -ahem- listening post around here?” he whispers into the ear of a guard.
“Only gonna do it for a price? Never mind that; I can pay.” At this, he reaches into the Crane-Bag and pulls out a jewel-encrusted goblet filled to the brim with- oh lord, is that blood? And are those crow feathers in there? Whoops. His hand returns into the deceptively tiny sack and comes back out with an identical-looking goblet full of golden coins. “And there's more where that came from.”
If it turns out the guard knows nothing, he'll just try it on the next one he sees. And if that guard doesn't know either, he'll ask the next guard. And so on and so forth.
On your way back from the listening post…
Fionn tries to leave the bar as casually as possible, then sneaks up to tear a sizeable chunk of roofing material off the top. He then runs for it, using the chunk of roof as an umbrella.
Another stroke of misfortune…
And another situation where his size comes in handy, Fionn figures. He barges his way through the rioting crowd. He wonders if he should bring out Mac an Luin to ward them off, but comes to the conclusion that if anything, he'd be doing the guards a favour by getting some dirty criminals off their hands. So, sword in hand, he starts fighting the prisoners, all the while making sure he's getting closer to the way out.
Fionn covers his face with an impromptu gas mask he patched together on the way there. As he stands watching the fizzing sea, a memory flashes back into his mind.
A memory of Úna, the load of their soon-to-be-born child on her belly.
Of the sea, shining, vast, mysterious.
Of a giant, an absolute colossus, striding across the sea from somewhere faraway.
Of bread, stones baked into it.
Of the cradle, and the stones of the floor beneath.
Of stones, thrown into the sea.
Of stones.
Fionn mumbles something, cracking his knuckles.
“Commence Operation: Giant's Causeway.”
He gathers pebbles and bits of this and that ( all corrosion-resistant, he ensures ) and throws them into the water, forming what could vaguely pass as a bridge.
And then, clutching the mask tight, he runs.
Now that you've made it across the water…
A hefty bribe, huh…
Fionn's hands immediately go to his belt. Something feathery brushes against his fingers, and he smirks.
“So…do you so happen to know where a man can find a -ahem- listening post around here?” he whispers into the ear of a guard.
“Only gonna do it for a price? Never mind that; I can pay.” At this, he reaches into the Crane-Bag and pulls out a jewel-encrusted goblet filled to the brim with- oh lord, is that blood? And are those crow feathers in there? Whoops. His hand returns into the deceptively tiny sack and comes back out with an identical-looking goblet full of golden coins. “And there's more where that came from.”
If it turns out the guard knows nothing, he'll just try it on the next one he sees. And if that guard doesn't know either, he'll ask the next guard. And so on and so forth.
On your way back from the listening post…
Fionn tries to leave the bar as casually as possible, then sneaks up to tear a sizeable chunk of roofing material off the top. He then runs for it, using the chunk of roof as an umbrella.
Another stroke of misfortune…
And another situation where his size comes in handy, Fionn figures. He barges his way through the rioting crowd. He wonders if he should bring out Mac an Luin to ward them off, but comes to the conclusion that if anything, he'd be doing the guards a favour by getting some dirty criminals off their hands. So, sword in hand, he starts fighting the prisoners, all the while making sure he's getting closer to the way out.