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Post by Sir Eredin Caranthir on Jul 3, 2017 18:15:55 GMT
Eredin drew his scythe as the scene unfolded, fully intending to cut through the monk and her hostage with one vicious swipe if it came to it. Luckily for the rogue, he did not have to. With two steps, he closed the gap between himself and the prone woman, kicking away her crossbow and knife before placing his armored boot on her throat.
"Grim, seeing as you don't appear to be the best judge of character, why don't you make yourself useful and go raise the fucking drawbridge," he said, with an edge to his tone, before looking down at the woman. "Now, you can tell me why you're here or I'm going to let the warlock play around in your brain until you're feeling more talkative."
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Post by The Innkeeper on Jul 3, 2017 18:19:13 GMT
Sera has kept calm and straight faced as the misguided not monk tried to grab her, she wasted no time in raising her bow, which was still in her hand and firing a shot at the snake to try and bring it down. vxpKlEhI1d20+5 G5HFqqB91d6+3The arrow impales the snake midflight. To which Kella answers with a cry. Eredin drew his scythe as the scene unfolded, fully having intended to cut through the monk and her hostage with one vicious swipe. Luckily for the rogue, he did not have to. With two steps, he closed the gap between himself and the prone woman, kicking away her crossbow and knife before placing his armored boot on her throat. "Grim, seeing as you don't appear to be the best judge of character, why don't you make yourself useful and go raise the fucking drawbridge," he said, with an edge to his tone, before looking down at the woman. "Now, you can tell me why you're here or I'm going to let the warlock play around in your brain until you're feeling more talkative." 1d20+3"May the Hells take you.." The monk girl spat. But soon after realized her position was hopeless. "Zhentarim. I was supposed to escort this town before Xolkin came in with the Sankes. We were supposed to start a base here. The Stones and the Goblins were just a convenient coincidence." She was very angry, clearly not only at her captors but also at her self. "Xolkin and the others will be here soon enough and you'll pay for this, you pigs." 1d6+3
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Post by Baron Aestrovico Ludocristo on Jul 3, 2017 18:30:35 GMT
Aestro, for his part, made no effort to scold or restraint his employee. Vicious paranoia was one of the things he liked about him. It's why he had hired him.
He simply stood by the knight and set his hands on his hips. He frowned slightly at the news of the Zhentarim. "Mercenaries... Or a personal army... Or just a cult in denial... My grandfather used to employ some of them, and any organization that would associate with a man like my grandfather is not one you would praise for their hiring standards."
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Post by Sir Eredin Caranthir on Jul 3, 2017 18:32:57 GMT
"Nice shot," Eredin commended Sera, not responding to their captive's threats as he removed some rope from his pack and bound her hands. When that was done, he searched her thoroughly for any more weapons or items of interest. He acknowledged his employer's words with a nod.
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Post by Sera on Jul 3, 2017 18:36:33 GMT
Sera nodded at Eredin, the monk already forgotten to her as she moved over to pick up the winged snake, looking in the direction it had been flying and trying to think what was over there.
(I don't know how to invoke this, but apparently my character can 'Always remember the layout of a region's geographical features')
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Post by Orirdrik Grimsunder on Jul 3, 2017 19:04:34 GMT
Grim snorted loudly at Eredin's command. "You are just a servant boy. Close the damn drawbridge yourself if you have a liking but you should check with your master first." He waved a gauntleted hand at the paladin. He shrugged at the Zhentarim. "I did fifty fifty. Who would have thought I flipped shit twice in a row."
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Post by Alain on Jul 3, 2017 19:12:36 GMT
"Zentarim?" inquired Alain rhetorically, raising her eyebrows in surprise. She had, of course, heard of them, but had miraclously managed to steer clear of the faction during her adventures, up until now. "Should've taken the other road," she muttered, more to herself than others.
She'd drawn steel during the world's worst hostage attempt as well, and was now reluctant to sheathe the blade. She weighed leaving this town against potential mounted raiders and turned to Grim. "We ought to raise the drawbridge before they get here," she said, as if this was all her idea. Eredin who?
She started towards it, making a mental note to thank the elf for her assistance later. "I could use backup," she added to the dwarf in case he was reluctant to follow her.
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Post by Sir Eredin Caranthir on Jul 3, 2017 19:15:44 GMT
"Better a servant boy with some sense than a blind fool," Eredin replied, as he continued to pat down their captive, looking for anything of note. "I'm a little busy at the moment. Do you really want to risk goblin reinforcements or an army of Zhentarim entering the village because you were too proud to go raise the damn drawbridge?"
He offered a nod of thanks to the bard as she set off to accomplish to the task. At someone had some sense...and people skills.
"We'll head in the direction of the keep if you want to join us when you're done."
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Post by Sera on Jul 3, 2017 19:21:01 GMT
Sera looked round at the others for a moment and sighed before turning back and heading towards the second building off of the square, to see if there was anything interesting in there. These people were going to get one another killed, she hoped they were not come kind of a team.
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Post by Orirdrik Grimsunder on Jul 3, 2017 19:31:54 GMT
Grim snorted and followed after Alain. "You need assistance? You seem more then capable of closing a gate." He walked along behind her. "You got at least three today. I thought you were just a tavern singer."
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Post by Alain on Jul 3, 2017 19:46:08 GMT
"All I did was put an end to these two wolves," said Alain, who was already composing a fine ballad in her head, one about a resourceful bard that slays two giant beasts and half an army of goblins to save poor villagers from their untimely and grisly demise. The song would end with a betrayal, a venomous flying snake and a mystical flying city. "It is difficult to survive in this world if you're just a tavern singer," she added as they walked. "Adapt and survive."
She felt like pulling out her lute to test a few chords, but decided against it. "You healed that lout twice. I thought you were just a fighter."
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Post by Orirdrik Grimsunder on Jul 3, 2017 20:01:51 GMT
"That is all I am. Just a fighter." Orirdrik replied with a firm nod. "Clangeddin blesses me with the odd gift now and then but I all I am is a soldier for the cause." He stomped beside her and started idly whistling.
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Post by The Innkeeper on Jul 4, 2017 0:30:48 GMT
[Since you are splitting up, it's better if you post in the respective place threads. Drawbridge team may stay here.]
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Post by The Innkeeper on Jul 4, 2017 1:20:40 GMT
Searching the Spy, Eredin is able to find, apart from her weapons (the dagger and hand crossbow), a pouch containing 8gp and 5 sp, in a addition to a small piece of parchment that read "On our way".
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Post by Sir Eredin Caranthir on Jul 4, 2017 3:21:41 GMT
Eredin pocketed the coin and read the ominous note, before crumpling it up and tossing it over his shoulder.
"We should see what the state of the keep is," he told his employer, tugging their captive along by the rope that bound her wrists.
(Moving to the Keep)
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