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Cam is out flying. There's a decent cloud of atmosphere around the gold plane, now, millenia of demons making air around themselves for comfort and not sealing it up because why would you bother. There's a small forest, here - the effect is kind of ruined by the lamps it has to grow under, but it's still pretty.
He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -
the Connecticut Yankee summons Demon Cam
from_scratch
connecticut_yankee
"I keep forgetting how handy it must be to be able to make things at will. That works too."
connecticut_yankee
Hank looks down. "It should work. Mind waiting until the last minute, though? Even improved armor is bound to be uncomfortable."
connecticut_yankee
"If it's plate armor, it's ventilated like a lump of concrete.
None of the people groups the Britons are fighting at the moment have a single unified king. The Britons don't either, normally; Arthur was unusual. But if we aim for the most powerful from each set of allies, the rest should follow suit."
None of the people groups the Britons are fighting at the moment have a single unified king. The Britons don't either, normally; Arthur was unusual. But if we aim for the most powerful from each set of allies, the rest should follow suit."
from_scratch
"I'll follow your lead on that. Also, my planned nondescript squire outfit is going to look like this," he holds up his computer, displaying a black nondescript hooded outfit, "but I'm delaying putting it on until we get there and I have to take my wings off again."
connecticut_yankee
"Good plan. I'd be surprised if that would stand out among the Angles, but if they've all taken to wearing bells on their shoes or something it'd be an obvious change.
'There' is...let's say Wessex. It's not the most powerful of the Anglo-Saxon kingdoms, but it's the border where most of the fighting has been recently. Their capital is at Cerdicesford southeast of here, so we'll have a decent chance at finding the king there."
'There' is...let's say Wessex. It's not the most powerful of the Anglo-Saxon kingdoms, but it's the border where most of the fighting has been recently. Their capital is at Cerdicesford southeast of here, so we'll have a decent chance at finding the king there."
from_scratch
"You'll be able to point this out to me from the air in our ship? I can cover the landing with fog."
connecticut_yankee
"I'll be able to find the city, and from there we should be able to find the palace."
connecticut_yankee
"That is not a sentence that would have made much sense last week. But yes, let's make sure nobody connects angel wings with the ominous black knight."
connecticut_yankee
Cerdicesford is southeast by a surprisingly small distance for an enemy capital. A fort will become visible as they approach. It's not a proper castle, but then, the Saxons haven't been here long.
from_scratch
Cam makes copious fog, touches down, makes a small fog machine to keep it up while they're on their errand, wires off the angel wings, puts himself in a nondescript outfit, and armors Hank.
connecticut_yankee
The armor is fantastically light, compared to regular armor on the occasions when Hank hasn't been able to avoid wearing some. He gives Cam a thumbs up and starts walking toward the fort. Then he remembers he's supposed to be ominous and starts marching toward the fort.
connecticut_yankee
Slinking is a pretty good idea, from the point of view of not obviously being there together. Hank is being extremely obvious about his presence, after all. When they reach the front door, he dramatically raises a mailed fist and slams it into the wood three times. It opens.
connecticut_yankee
There is a throne, and there is a youngish man on it. That'd be their target. There are maybe thirty people in the room, most of them nobles engaged in some game of politics that is about to become thoroughly irrelevant. The only people carrying weapons are the armored knights on either side of the king. They step forward when they see a figure in armor, even one without a sword.
Hank ignores them, and walks forward toward the throne without saying a word.
Hank ignores them, and walks forward toward the throne without saying a word.
connecticut_yankee
Nobody is paying any attention to the lurking. This is good; it is, after all, the purpose of lurking.
The armored knights draw their swords, and Hank continues walking toward them and the king. Just before he reaches easy sword range, he stops and raises a hand toward them.
The armored knights draw their swords, and Hank continues walking toward them and the king. Just before he reaches easy sword range, he stops and raises a hand toward them.
from_scratch
And that would be Cam's prompt to give them night-night drugs straight to the bloodstream.
connecticut_yankee
The spectators stop edging toward the walls and start running. The king instead grabs a sword from a side of the throne that can't be seen from the door and swings it at Hank. His target is confident in the strength of titanium, and raises his left forearm to block it. And resumes walking toward the king.