"Yes, if you've got something against poisons. He'll be fine with the antidote, but it'll take a bit longer," he says to Dornikal first, then turns back toward the elf.
"Likely nothing as bad as you're imagining, but we need answers first on what exactly you were planning, what you've been doing... But I don't like being an executioner if that's what you think. Worst case scenario, we'll hand you over to the authorities," he says, pauses for a moment thinking, then adds.
"...Unless it's a tyrannical government. They're not tyrannical here, are they..?"
"Or...we could just hand you over to the local Thieves Guild and let them decide what to do with you." He grins a bit nastily. "The authorities might be the preferable choice. However, behave yourselves and if you cooperate with us, we might be inclined to let bygones be bygones. We could just say that you owe us a favor for ....looking the other way."
He narrows his eyes at Randy before spouting gibberish, his eyes opening wide again and rolling around as he reaches for the 'antidote'.
"If you think your shinging voice is going to untwisht me, you're barking. But I hated my time ash a bartender, much prefer the open road, if I can double back, there'sh a patch of ripe berriesh I know of. The juice is shweet on a hot day like this. I didn't need any shpare gloves to pluck it, I picked some up on the side of the road, but don't need any where I'd be heading."
Randy:
"If you think your shinging voice is going to untwistme, you're barking. But I hated my time ash a bartender, much prefer the open road, if I can doubleback, there's a patch of ripe berries I know of. The juice is sweet on a hot day like this. I didn't need any spare gloves to pluck it, I picked some up on the side of the road, but don't don't need any where I'd be heading."
((Thieves' Cant phrases are highlighted, feel free to open the spoiler below if you don't want to take the time decoding things though.))
"If you think your snitching is going to be able to blackmail me, you're wrong. But I hated my time ash a prisoner, much prefer the open road, if I can escape , there's a recoverable cache I know of. It's good stuff. These accomplices didn't help me get it, I brought them on after, but don't want to work with them further. "
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(I definitely didn't just get confused in my own haste either!)
"Sorry- you or Coljin, yeah. Anyway, you're right," Ulmwin says, handing over the water flask. Prestidigated to hold a slightly sour, but not too overwhelming taste.
A pity the only birds to watch here are blackbirds. But your scratchy spare gloves caused you some difficulty. I've seen your sleeves, but I don't know if you have a pair of jacks or a joker in them.
Thieves cant translation:
Your mission is a disaster, because of your inexperienced helpers. I know you're a thief/rogue/spy, but I don't know if you're an assassin or just a thief.
"Yeah, my spare gloves are scratchy, I should have bought a used pair. Always good to have decent gloves as an ice man. Nicked my pinky, but the wound should be healing nicely.", he holds his hand up, palm to him, pinky pointing down and thumb pointing up. "Suppose I ought to see a tailor, things are a bit tight after sitting around here waiting to be charitable."
"Yeah, my accomplices are inexperienced, I should have had ones with more experience. I'm a smuggler, ran into some trouble down south, but hopefully the heat is off. Looking to cut my losses, this intimidation scheme isn't working out."
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Dornikal turns to look at Hank and says earnestly to reassure the group of would-be bandits,
"Aye don't intend to do ye any harm, on swear it on Dumathoin's name. Moreover, aye won't let anyone hurt ye while ye are under meh protection, not even the gnomes."
He'll give Coljin and Ulwmin mock suspicious looks.
"We'll need to talk it over, but aye'm sure we'll come up with a reasonable way for ye to make amends."
Ulmwin steps away from the elf, seeing how him and Randy seem intent on having a private conversation. Seems he's well contained, so they can actually start figuring this out. Which gives him incentive to finally step up toward the other group. Not wanting to scare them off, he approaches with a bright smile.
Too happy. Too bright.
"Sorry about this whole mess. You lot look alright for the most part, right? You didn't fight too much unlike your friend there?"
"No! No sir! No fighting here, less you mean fighting fires!", the young halfling pipes up.
Hanks eyes pivot from the fly riding, slightly manic seeming gnome back over to Dornikal. He looks down at Garvey and pulls a bit of a face, before stepping closer to the lad and distancing himself from the more fractious members of the group.
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Dornikal would climb on his own, no reason to put his weight on the line.
"What got'm?"
Dornikal asks curiously.
Coljin shrugs, "Not sure. Maybe bat bites? Though they look more like stings. Some nasty type of hornets?"
"Magic." Ulmwin states dryly. And holds up his water flask. Not that certain elves would know that.
"Once we get him tied up, he can have some of this. Or a restoration if you could spare it, Dornikal?"
"What're you gonna do with ush?"
He doesn't seem excited about bondage play with Patchy, but wants the antidote.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
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Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Dornikal looks down in worry when Coljin suggests bats,
"Oh, bat have rabies. Not good. "
On hearing that it's magic he relaxes.
"What do ye mean Ulmwin? Cleansing?"
"Yes, if you've got something against poisons. He'll be fine with the antidote, but it'll take a bit longer," he says to Dornikal first, then turns back toward the elf.
"Likely nothing as bad as you're imagining, but we need answers first on what exactly you were planning, what you've been doing... But I don't like being an executioner if that's what you think. Worst case scenario, we'll hand you over to the authorities," he says, pauses for a moment thinking, then adds.
"...Unless it's a tyrannical government. They're not tyrannical here, are they..?"
Randy gives the elf a long measuring look.
"Or...we could just hand you over to the local Thieves Guild and let them decide what to do with you." He grins a bit nastily. "The authorities might be the preferable choice. However, behave yourselves and if you cooperate with us, we might be inclined to let bygones be bygones. We could just say that you owe us a favor for ....looking the other way."
He narrows his eyes at Randy before spouting gibberish, his eyes opening wide again and rolling around as he reaches for the 'antidote'.
"If you think your shinging voice is going to untwisht me, you're barking. But I hated my time ash a bartender, much prefer the open road, if I can double back, there'sh a patch of ripe berriesh I know of. The juice is shweet on a hot day like this. I didn't need any shpare gloves to pluck it, I picked some up on the side of the road, but don't need any where I'd be heading."
Randy:
"If you think your shinging voice is going to untwist me, you're barking. But I hated my time ash a bartender, much prefer the open road, if I can double back, there's a patch of ripe berries I know of. The juice is sweet on a hot day like this. I didn't need any spare gloves to pluck it, I picked some up on the side of the road, but don't don't need any where I'd be heading."
((Thieves' Cant phrases are highlighted, feel free to open the spoiler below if you don't want to take the time decoding things though.))
"If you think your snitching is going to be able to blackmail me, you're wrong. But I hated my time ash a prisoner, much prefer the open road, if I can escape , there's a recoverable cache I know of. It's good stuff. These accomplices didn't help me get it, I brought them on after, but don't want to work with them further. "
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Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
"Aye have something against poisons?"
Dornikal looks even more confused,
"Why would aye have anything against poison? That is Coljin's thing, aye Coljin?"
((Not trying to play dumb, Dornikal isn't entirely aware he is a full on paladin at this point. He hasn't used any of his paly abilities yet.))
He looks over to the babbling man with mild concern,
"Aye think we best give him something quick, he's starting to rave."
(I definitely didn't just get confused in my own haste either!)
"Sorry- you or Coljin, yeah. Anyway, you're right," Ulmwin says, handing over the water flask. Prestidigated to hold a slightly sour, but not too overwhelming taste.
The elf gulps some down, grimacing a bit. He keeps drinking, draining it and giving a bad tasting belch at the end.
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Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
"I'm against getting myself poisoned!" Rolling his eyes, "I have had enough of that."
Randy looks at the elf with a hint of wariness.
In Elvish:
A pity the only birds to watch here are blackbirds. But your scratchy spare gloves caused you some difficulty. I've seen your sleeves, but I don't know if you have a pair of jacks or a joker in them.
Thieves cant translation:
Your mission is a disaster, because of your inexperienced helpers. I know you're a thief/rogue/spy, but I don't know if you're an assassin or just a thief.
Dornikal looks on blankly as Randy and the elf talk elf to each other.
"Well, aye guess we should head to the wagons...? They are probably wondering what's going on. "
The elf continues in elvish.
"Yeah, my spare gloves are scratchy, I should have bought a used pair. Always good to have decent gloves as an ice man. Nicked my pinky, but the wound should be healing nicely.", he holds his hand up, palm to him, pinky pointing down and thumb pointing up. "Suppose I ought to see a tailor, things are a bit tight after sitting around here waiting to be charitable."
"Yeah, my accomplices are inexperienced, I should have had ones with more experience. I'm a smuggler, ran into some trouble down south, but hopefully the heat is off. Looking to cut my losses, this intimidation scheme isn't working out."
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Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Dornikal looks over to the others and shrugs before heading back to the captives.
"Come on, up ye go."
Dornikal helps them to their feet.
"Aye guess we'll go back to the wagons."
"Just what is it you intend to do with us?", Hank asks quietly.
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Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Dornikal turns to look at Hank and says earnestly to reassure the group of would-be bandits,
"Aye don't intend to do ye any harm, on swear it on Dumathoin's name. Moreover, aye won't let anyone hurt ye while ye are under meh protection, not even the gnomes."
He'll give Coljin and Ulwmin mock suspicious looks.
"We'll need to talk it over, but aye'm sure we'll come up with a reasonable way for ye to make amends."
((Guessing persuasion? 21
Ulmwin steps away from the elf, seeing how him and Randy seem intent on having a private conversation. Seems he's well contained, so they can actually start figuring this out. Which gives him incentive to finally step up toward the other group. Not wanting to scare them off, he approaches with a bright smile.
Too happy. Too bright.
"Sorry about this whole mess. You lot look alright for the most part, right? You didn't fight too much unlike your friend there?"
"No! No sir! No fighting here, less you mean fighting fires!", the young halfling pipes up.
Hanks eyes pivot from the fly riding, slightly manic seeming gnome back over to Dornikal. He looks down at Garvey and pulls a bit of a face, before stepping closer to the lad and distancing himself from the more fractious members of the group.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock