"I don't know, blunt force has a chance of survival. But a blade in the right place does the job.
Still, I would like to have some idea of what he meant by Igan 'changing.' From what I gather, it almost sounded like a physical change, if it happened at all."
OOC: You did! I was thinking of a backup character as I thought we had finally met our match!
Graxx walks up to Neya.
"Then how about we keep Naru alive... Bound but alive... We kill the others. Then after you question Naru, I will deliver the killing blow mercifully and surprisingly from behind so they will never know what hit them. We get the information, Naru a mostly painless death, and we all get our freedom."
Having begin the process of tying the hands and feet of the unconscious Black First guards when Drazzim offered his rope, Utar looks startled when Graxx asks if he'd like to stave Grim's head in.
"Before we decide anything, we need answers. Answers about what happened down here. Why Igan was killed, what happened to the lighthouse, how do we turn it back on... Dead men tell no tales, but they also tell no tales. If what we need isn't in that room, we might need these folk alive."
Looking to the floor at what remained of the great sword wielded by Grim, he points to it, and adds,
"Someone collect that up, but be careful not to touch it."
"Hmmm... I read a few things indeed. I recall in Igan's journal he said that Grim was a nice Dragonborn... That turned out to be maybe not true. Igan specifically stated that they were friends but at one point when Grim had returned from the city they were not so friendly toward each other."
Praxx thinks hard.
"As far as magic goes I know I read about a shrine...OH WAIT!"
The group begins wrapping rope around the limbs and mouths of the three surviving guards, their sergeant, and the accompanying mercenary. All work together, using either their own rope or some of the lengths they found on their way down here. While doing so, the group notices the broken jade tentacle in a burlap sack by Elias, remembering it too glowed in its sickly green light when Shana was brought back into undeath. The tying process takes another 10 minutes or so, to which Drazzim alludes: "It's been about 20 minutes since these folk have been knocked out. We don't have much time to spare."
Once done, Neya and Praxx begin remembering their readings. Once the question comes up, Harae responds with a light breeze that travels through the gnome's hair.
To Utar's point regarding the clearly magical greatsword on the floor, Drazzim responds: "Not me. I'm more than well served by my trusty glaive and greataxe!"
To Graxx's idea of temporarily sparing Naru (again, a guard, not the mercenary), the dwarf responds: "Aye. Sounds like a good plan to me. Should we start dragging them to the hallway at least?"
(@Ori: We'll see what happens here to the many characters you've been playing. You might be in this still! Either way, yes, thank you for indulging my unorthodox idea to inject this game with a bit more flair by bringing in a 'hype-man'. This experiment was a success in my book. Thank you for participating.)
With no other takers, Utar stoops, rummages in his pack and produces his bedroll.
Gingerly picking up the sword with his hand with the fabric, he rolls the sword within it, using two short lengths of rope to secure the package before stowing it again.
"I meant more that we shouldn't be leaving something like that lying around, dwarf. I know how much you love your big axe and your long, big axe."
Utar chuckles as he teased the dwarf then helps to drag the prisoners out of the room.
"Yes, we should. Keep that sword close Utar...", Graxx says to Drazzim's suggestion.
"Speak now if you would like for anyone except for Grim and Naru to remain living for the moment. Maybe we can play them against each other. If no one speaks up, I will be executing all others with my sword as soon as we get them out of this room."
Graxx will first drag the bound Grim, then continue to help drag the others out. If no one speaks out before Lerus's next post. Graxx will decapitate everyone except for Naru and Grim... For the moment...
"Harae! I knew you were with us."Praxx says. "I am sorry about Igan. I know you watched him grow but I hope this... Slightly more barbaric than I would have hoped for retribution is to your liking. We will come back into this room after the interrogations and ... executions of those responsible. Please bring anything to our attention that needs to happen before this loss of life that you feel needed."
Praxx knowing that he would not be of much use dragging individuals watches for Harae.
Utar raises an eyebrow and a hand in question to Graxx's intended actions.
"I would stay your hand for the moment. Until that green tentacled monstrosity is finally rubble, I'd rather not tangle with any shambling undead. Besides, I thought we would question them one on one, in here. Drag them into the next room once we're done. If they think we killed them, maybe that works in our favour."
"I trust your judgement my friend. Questioning in here works fine. I will wait. If anyone is disrespectful or tries anything they die. I want to ensure the right example is set."
Utar packages up Grim's sword and stows it away. Even through the tick padding of the bedroll, the half-orc can feel the strong magic imbued into the blade. Much like his own new mace, it is a kind of enchantment Utar does not fully understand yet.
The party then begins dragging their prisoners back into the hallway and wait a few more minutes while agreeing on the details of their plan. The muddy floor makes the task easier than it would normally be. Once the half-hour mark hinted at by Drazzim passes and none of the prisoners wake on their own, the dwarf shrugs apologetically: "I told you I was no good at this..."
Another dozen or so minutes pass before the half-orc, Elias, begins to stir. Graxx brings him back into the main worship chamber, where Dagon's idol continues to shine its sickly green light. This is where the isolated interrogation is planned to happen, while the other prisoners wait in the hallway for their turn. Drazzim and Praxx volunteer to keep an eye on the unconscious prisoners while the rest of the party interrogates in the main chamber. (OOC: Let me know if this is not what was planned).
Elias opens his eyes and notices that he is bound. He looks around and sees none of his companions around him except for the dead body of Undead-Shana. The only other living people around him are Neya, Graxx, and Utar.
(@all: Sorry this took so long. I misread things terribly.)
Elias lets out a deep sounding "Hmph" as he returned to cracking his neck, testing his jaw, and even squirming ever so slightly to test the extent of his bindings. "Nice try, But I actually stepped into the pool, tuskless. Wasn't pleasant, but wasn't that deep." He says staring flatly at Utar, and at no one else, if anyone else be around. "You want something? Talk. You want my head? Be done with it. You turning us... me... whatever in for following orders and trying to do our duty? Good luck, but ****. You."
He says glaring in more annoyance and pain then genuine anger. "But don't waste time on bullshit threats.... You know those don't work on us... Or have you cast aside everything to fit in."
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Elias doesn't even acknowledge Neya with so much of a glance. Graxx, however, at least warranted a side-long glance. "Feh! So that's how you operate? You make threats without saying what you want first. And then make up rules, and don't bother laying them out before hand... Have none of you interrogated anyone before? Like... seriously?"He deadpans with a quirked brow. "Un-******* believable."He mutters while shaking his head.
Then, he looks at Utar pointedly again, and at least start saying something a harsh and guttural tongue.
For those that can understand Orcish:
"I don't know how you can stomach working with a fiend worshipping witch, and that rest of that lot. But, out of respect for you showing that ******* of dragon up, I... am willing to talk. But not in her presence, and only if you give your word that 'when' you end me, it'll be your blade that does it."
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(OOC: *DM grabs popcorn* ... Go on...)
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A few minutes pass as the conversation starts. Elias is being defiant but Utar begins to see a possible way in.
Just then, you hear Praxx's voice from beyond the door that leads into the hallway: "Wait, what... Nooo!" His words are followed by a swish and a thud. "What are you doing? Stop!" the gnome yelps. Another swish, another thud. "Stooop!" then a loud poof!
Thick black smoke begins to come through the door and into the chamber you are in.
"Less of the witch talk, I have fought and bled with this woman. Tell me about this fiend though, and tell me about what happened here. If you speak true, I will do ask you ask when the time comes."
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"I don't know, blunt force has a chance of survival. But a blade in the right place does the job.
Still, I would like to have some idea of what he meant by Igan 'changing.' From what I gather, it almost sounded like a physical change, if it happened at all."
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OOC: You did! I was thinking of a backup character as I thought we had finally met our match!
Graxx walks up to Neya.
"Then how about we keep Naru alive... Bound but alive... We kill the others. Then after you question Naru, I will deliver the killing blow mercifully and surprisingly from behind so they will never know what hit them. We get the information, Naru a mostly painless death, and we all get our freedom."
Having begin the process of tying the hands and feet of the unconscious Black First guards when Drazzim offered his rope, Utar looks startled when Graxx asks if he'd like to stave Grim's head in.
"Before we decide anything, we need answers. Answers about what happened down here. Why Igan was killed, what happened to the lighthouse, how do we turn it back on... Dead men tell no tales, but they also tell no tales. If what we need isn't in that room, we might need these folk alive."
Looking to the floor at what remained of the great sword wielded by Grim, he points to it, and adds,
"Someone collect that up, but be careful not to touch it."
"Praxx, I recall you read something about the lighthouse's magic?"
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Praxx scratches his head.
"Hmmm... I read a few things indeed. I recall in Igan's journal he said that Grim was a nice Dragonborn... That turned out to be maybe not true. Igan specifically stated that they were friends but at one point when Grim had returned from the city they were not so friendly toward each other."
Praxx thinks hard.
"As far as magic goes I know I read about a shrine...OH WAIT!"
Praxx looks around.
"Harae! Are you still here?"
The group begins wrapping rope around the limbs and mouths of the three surviving guards, their sergeant, and the accompanying mercenary. All work together, using either their own rope or some of the lengths they found on their way down here. While doing so, the group notices the broken jade tentacle in a burlap sack by Elias, remembering it too glowed in its sickly green light when Shana was brought back into undeath. The tying process takes another 10 minutes or so, to which Drazzim alludes: "It's been about 20 minutes since these folk have been knocked out. We don't have much time to spare."
Once done, Neya and Praxx begin remembering their readings. Once the question comes up, Harae responds with a light breeze that travels through the gnome's hair.
To Utar's point regarding the clearly magical greatsword on the floor, Drazzim responds: "Not me. I'm more than well served by my trusty glaive and greataxe!"
To Graxx's idea of temporarily sparing Naru (again, a guard, not the mercenary), the dwarf responds: "Aye. Sounds like a good plan to me. Should we start dragging them to the hallway at least?"
(@Ori: We'll see what happens here to the many characters you've been playing. You might be in this still! Either way, yes, thank you for indulging my unorthodox idea to inject this game with a bit more flair by bringing in a 'hype-man'. This experiment was a success in my book. Thank you for participating.)
With no other takers, Utar stoops, rummages in his pack and produces his bedroll.
Gingerly picking up the sword with his hand with the fabric, he rolls the sword within it, using two short lengths of rope to secure the package before stowing it again.
"I meant more that we shouldn't be leaving something like that lying around, dwarf. I know how much you love your big axe and your long, big axe."
Utar chuckles as he teased the dwarf then helps to drag the prisoners out of the room.
"Yes, we should. Keep that sword close Utar...", Graxx says to Drazzim's suggestion.
"Speak now if you would like for anyone except for Grim and Naru to remain living for the moment. Maybe we can play them against each other. If no one speaks up, I will be executing all others with my sword as soon as we get them out of this room."
Graxx will first drag the bound Grim, then continue to help drag the others out. If no one speaks out before Lerus's next post. Graxx will decapitate everyone except for Naru and Grim... For the moment...
"Harae! I knew you were with us." Praxx says. "I am sorry about Igan. I know you watched him grow but I hope this... Slightly more barbaric than I would have hoped for retribution is to your liking. We will come back into this room after the interrogations and ... executions of those responsible. Please bring anything to our attention that needs to happen before this loss of life that you feel needed."
Praxx knowing that he would not be of much use dragging individuals watches for Harae.
Utar raises an eyebrow and a hand in question to Graxx's intended actions.
"I would stay your hand for the moment. Until that green tentacled monstrosity is finally rubble, I'd rather not tangle with any shambling undead. Besides, I thought we would question them one on one, in here. Drag them into the next room once we're done. If they think we killed them, maybe that works in our favour."
Graxx drops Grim with a thud.
"I trust your judgement my friend. Questioning in here works fine. I will wait. If anyone is disrespectful or tries anything they die. I want to ensure the right example is set."
"I find those terms reasonable. Hopefully, they are not as foolhardy as they were in the fight."
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Utar packages up Grim's sword and stows it away. Even through the tick padding of the bedroll, the half-orc can feel the strong magic imbued into the blade. Much like his own new mace, it is a kind of enchantment Utar does not fully understand yet.
The party then begins dragging their prisoners back into the hallway and wait a few more minutes while agreeing on the details of their plan. The muddy floor makes the task easier than it would normally be. Once the half-hour mark hinted at by Drazzim passes and none of the prisoners wake on their own, the dwarf shrugs apologetically: "I told you I was no good at this..."
Another dozen or so minutes pass before the half-orc, Elias, begins to stir. Graxx brings him back into the main worship chamber, where Dagon's idol continues to shine its sickly green light. This is where the isolated interrogation is planned to happen, while the other prisoners wait in the hallway for their turn. Drazzim and Praxx volunteer to keep an eye on the unconscious prisoners while the rest of the party interrogates in the main chamber. (OOC: Let me know if this is not what was planned).
Elias opens his eyes and notices that he is bound. He looks around and sees none of his companions around him except for the dead body of Undead-Shana. The only other living people around him are Neya, Graxx, and Utar.
(OOC: Let the interrogation begin.)
Noticing Elias come round, Utar looks to the others.
"This one might be more useful than the others, maybe we won't have to throw him into the maw of whatever lives at the bottom of that pool."
(@all: Sorry this took so long. I misread things terribly.)
Elias lets out a deep sounding "Hmph" as he returned to cracking his neck, testing his jaw, and even squirming ever so slightly to test the extent of his bindings. "Nice try, But I actually stepped into the pool, tuskless. Wasn't pleasant, but wasn't that deep." He says staring flatly at Utar, and at no one else, if anyone else be around. "You want something? Talk. You want my head? Be done with it. You turning us... me... whatever in for following orders and trying to do our duty? Good luck, but ****. You."
He says glaring in more annoyance and pain then genuine anger. "But don't waste time on bullshit threats.... You know those don't work on us... Or have you cast aside everything to fit in."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Just want to hear your account on what happened. But keep up that tone, and we know of another, deeper pool in this place to throw you in..."
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Graxx lifts his greatsword with a smirk as he hears Elias say, "**** You."
However, when Neya speaks he frowns and lowers his greatsword.
Graxx then says aloud, "We had a deal. If the Black Fist are disrespectful I get to kill them immediately."
Elias doesn't even acknowledge Neya with so much of a glance. Graxx, however, at least warranted a side-long glance. "Feh! So that's how you operate? You make threats without saying what you want first. And then make up rules, and don't bother laying them out before hand... Have none of you interrogated anyone before? Like... seriously?" He deadpans with a quirked brow. "Un-******* believable." He mutters while shaking his head.
Then, he looks at Utar pointedly again, and at least start saying something a harsh and guttural tongue.
For those that can understand Orcish:
"I don't know how you can stomach working with a fiend worshipping witch, and that rest of that lot. But, out of respect for you showing that ******* of dragon up, I... am willing to talk. But not in her presence, and only if you give your word that 'when' you end me, it'll be your blade that does it."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
(OOC: *DM grabs popcorn* ... Go on...)
DM's Screen:
92; 96
A few minutes pass as the conversation starts. Elias is being defiant but Utar begins to see a possible way in.
Just then, you hear Praxx's voice from beyond the door that leads into the hallway: "Wait, what... Nooo!" His words are followed by a swish and a thud. "What are you doing? Stop!" the gnome yelps. Another swish, another thud. "Stooop!" then a loud poof!
Thick black smoke begins to come through the door and into the chamber you are in.
Holding a hand out to Elias, Utar turns to Neya and Graxx.
"See what that was about, a fire back there does not seem useful."
In Orcish, he speaks to Elias:
"Less of the witch talk, I have fought and bled with this woman. Tell me about this fiend though, and tell me about what happened here. If you speak true, I will do ask you ask when the time comes."