(To be honest, we still have to identify the potion, so let's pretend we don't know what it is. Somebody will also search the bandit's biodies? Go ahead guys, don't be shy...)
“Kan, do you want to help me go raise the drawbridge? Khessa is right, that will hopefully stop any additional intruders as we go through the rest of the village.” Kramyra is hoping that another swarm of this type of crew won’t be coming up behind them. They were lucky to get through this mess.
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"Very well."Ev'alish leads the drawbridge crew to the gatehouse, and attempts to turn the crank that raises the drawbridge (with some help from Kramyra and Kan).
Khessa is happy that another threat for Nightstone has been neturalized, but she starts thinking about the next possible threats, while she fetches the rope that bound Gryrim and uses it to bound the captain: "We are not like you, merciless scum. So we might not kill you... if you try to be helpful. Tell us, there are more Zhentarims on the way? Were you expecting reinforcements?"
OK, all the better for him that he replies... but what is his answer? We should expect more Zhentarims on the way?
Khessa looks really relieved that no more Zhentarim are supposed to come soon: "That's good news, at least. I might (just might) begin to like you. What's your name, by the way?"
(assuming the captain tells his name is X):
"OK, X, now do not fumble this one. We change the matter entirely, but this is still a very important question: do you know anything about a raid of drow slavers that took place a few months ago? The drow gang wiped out many small villages not too far from the Goldenfield complex, taking lots of slaves. Can you give me some information about that? Even a small hint... The black network might have caugth rumors about those slaves, if they have been kept in the underdark or sold in some other place... Do you know anything about that?"
Khessa stares the other in the eyes: "But don't ever try selling me a lie. If you don't know anything, just admit that. I'll be grateful if you can give me a hint... but should you lie me about that, not even the Abyss would be remote enough for you to hide from my vengeance once I find out. And once I'll find you, Abyss will seem you sweet."
Khessa: "Very well Xolkin. But the Zhentarims might know something about it and, maybe, sell me informations? There is someone I might ask with any chance of success? Or it will be likely pointless?"
The knee of the blonde warrior rises up abruptly among the legs of Xolkin, in a vicious blow aimed to a spot that Khessa knows to be... err... critical for males. She strikes as hard as she can, explaining then: "You are not very smart, are you? Your life depends on being collaborative... and answering question it is collaborative... but spitting, well, that does not seems like it. Do you understand?"
Then, to her companions: "OK, now that the village is secured against further intrusions, we can finish cleaning up the goblins inside. We only have to secure Xolkin somewhere. We can not trust him to simply wait here for us. He does not seem not enough loyal nor enough smart to simply do that. What do you think, Sorjen, can you find a place where the warlord here will stay put without causign troubles?" and she winks at the half-elf. Xolkin has been to no use for them (not to mentions that he tried to kill them). He still shows defiance. To Khessa, he does not seem redeemed a bit. In the future, he will be more a threat than an help, if left around. For them... if not for someone more helpess than them. She hopes the shadow stalker can dispose of him in a discreet and permanent manner.
And to Gryrim: "Pleasure to meet you! My name is Khessa" the tall and strong woman in chainmail armor holds out his hand, while her long weavy blond hair poke out from under her helm, her blue eye shining warmly as she smiles to the dwarf "I'm happy you managed to free yourself during the battle. You must be quite resourceful... If you have business elsewhere, you are free to go. But if you don't mind a bit of thrill and perril, you could join us and help us. We came here answering a distress call from this village. And distress there is a lot, I dare say! Your help could be precious"
(I’ll make a note of coin, gems and ring, and we can split it when we’re sure we’ve got all the loot)
Paladin - warforged - orange
(To be honest, we still have to identify the potion, so let's pretend we don't know what it is. Somebody will also search the bandit's biodies? Go ahead guys, don't be shy...)
Ev’aliah searches the bandit’s bodies.
Khessa takes one of the crossbows and some bolts (so next time she will also be able to attack from range).
The captain answers to her questions in the meantime? Or remains silent?
“Kan, do you want to help me go raise the drawbridge? Khessa is right, that will hopefully stop any additional intruders as we go through the rest of the village.” Kramyra is hoping that another swarm of this type of crew won’t be coming up behind them. They were lucky to get through this mess.
Ev’alish steps up to Kan and Kramyra. “Doest thou require assistance with raising the bridge? Allow me to be of assistance.”
“That would be fantastic, thank you!” Exclaims Kramyra.
"Very well." Ev'alish leads the drawbridge crew to the gatehouse, and attempts to turn the crank that raises the drawbridge (with some help from Kramyra and Kan).
Athletics Check: 21
OK, all the better for him that he replies... but what is his answer? We should expect more Zhentarims on the way?
Khessa looks really relieved that no more Zhentarim are supposed to come soon: "That's good news, at least. I might (just might) begin to like you. What's your name, by the way?"
(assuming the captain tells his name is X):
"OK, X, now do not fumble this one. We change the matter entirely, but this is still a very important question: do you know anything about a raid of drow slavers that took place a few months ago? The drow gang wiped out many small villages not too far from the Goldenfield complex, taking lots of slaves. Can you give me some information about that? Even a small hint... The black network might have caugth rumors about those slaves, if they have been kept in the underdark or sold in some other place... Do you know anything about that?"
Khessa stares the other in the eyes: "But don't ever try selling me a lie. If you don't know anything, just admit that. I'll be grateful if you can give me a hint... but should you lie me about that, not even the Abyss would be remote enough for you to hide from my vengeance once I find out. And once I'll find you, Abyss will seem you sweet."
Khessa: "Very well Xolkin. But the Zhentarims might know something about it and, maybe, sell me informations? There is someone I might ask with any chance of success? Or it will be likely pointless?"
The knee of the blonde warrior rises up abruptly among the legs of Xolkin, in a vicious blow aimed to a spot that Khessa knows to be... err... critical for males. She strikes as hard as she can, explaining then: "You are not very smart, are you? Your life depends on being collaborative... and answering question it is collaborative... but spitting, well, that does not seems like it. Do you understand?"
Then, to her companions: "OK, now that the village is secured against further intrusions, we can finish cleaning up the goblins inside. We only have to secure Xolkin somewhere. We can not trust him to simply wait here for us. He does not seem not enough loyal nor enough smart to simply do that. What do you think, Sorjen, can you find a place where the warlord here will stay put without causign troubles?" and she winks at the half-elf. Xolkin has been to no use for them (not to mentions that he tried to kill them). He still shows defiance. To Khessa, he does not seem redeemed a bit. In the future, he will be more a threat than an help, if left around. For them... if not for someone more helpess than them. She hopes the shadow stalker can dispose of him in a discreet and permanent manner.
And to Gryrim: "Pleasure to meet you! My name is Khessa" the tall and strong woman in chainmail armor holds out his hand, while her long weavy blond hair poke out from under her helm, her blue eye shining warmly as she smiles to the dwarf "I'm happy you managed to free yourself during the battle. You must be quite resourceful... If you have business elsewhere, you are free to go. But if you don't mind a bit of thrill and perril, you could join us and help us. We came here answering a distress call from this village. And distress there is a lot, I dare say! Your help could be precious"