After a short examination, you notice that this warforged is in no immediate danger of death, as none of the attacks were meant to be a kill shot evidently. A broken jaw, fractured legs, what amounts to almost exactly the same injury as broken ribs, and of course, a missing arm. However you also notice that the arm wasn't lost during the war, but appears much more recent. In fact, it seems like this specific warforged never saw war, until it got here. Coal, on the other hand, was a unit fighting for Breland and lost her arm in the Last War, not in Sharn. Whoever this warforged is, though grateful, are not the warforged you've been sent for.
“Listen, unless any of youse got the authority to arrest me, can I go? It’s real unfortunate what happened to that guy but I already told you my hands were tied, I’m an honest guy, and I gotta pay the rent somehow. Speaking of rent I gotta go one so kindly take that blade outta my face. Please?”
Aurora had stood back content to quietly observe as her companions interrogated their prisoner before she finally walked forward and scowed at the man then pulled out the Sharn Watch writ which gave them so measure of authority to let him see it for himself. "I am not fully satisfied with your responses, nor your attitude. You see this writ, look at it closely." She growled, "if that does not loosen your tongue then also know that I am Aurora... a daughter of House d'Lyrandar and you bear a striking resemblance to a sky pirate wanted for questioning by my House. I am sure I'll have no trouble putting you into a cell on my airship to fly you back to my home to stand trial. But it will be a pity that you won't make it... as halfway home I'm going throw you over the side and watch as you plummet to the ground. So think long and hard on what I have said as it is not a threat... but a promise!"
Moving even closer she held up a hand as it crackled with the energy of a shocking grasp but did not yet touch him, "now it is time for you to sing for me," she said in a threatening tone. "So tell me all about this Daask that you spoke of and what was the name you were given regarding the specific Warforged you were to beat up for her... and why. Perhaps you picked the wrong target. What do you know of a Warforged named Coal, have you heard the name? Also, speak to me about the Cog Carnival... a bar in the High Walls. What do you know of this place and the type of patrons it attracts and of the owner and/or bartender? You are going to guide us there or I'm going to put you into the little cell on my airship! The choice is yours."
“Daask is a criminalorganizationfromDroammonlycompetitionoftheboromarclansee iborrowedsomeoneyfromthemafewyearsbackbuthaventbeenabletopaybackthemonthlypaymentforacoupleofmonthsnow thiscrazyogrillioncameaknockingnameofGerrasaidtheyhadajobneededdone saidijusthadtohitawarforgedacoulleoftimesmakesuretheygottheplotnodeathsatrractedtoomuchattentiontotheiroperationtheysaid Saidwhenthejobwasdoneihadtoreporttothjsshifterguywouldclearmyrecord Tavick’s Landing, that’s all I know i swear sovereigns help me you mercenaries are sadistic”
Aurora struggles to keep up with the man's words and when he finishes she stares at him, "you are such a pathetic creature... but you see, that wasn't so hard was it? Now you being a lowlife resident here you're going to guide my companions and me to the Cog Carnival. And don't try anything funny... if you do... you'll be the first to die."
She turns toward her companions... "anything you'd care to ask of him? If not, shall we be on our way then?"
Naedash watches in respectful surprise at the half-elf's viciousness. They nod once the man has said his speedy piece, then say, "Did you say an ogrillon?" Naedash shivers every so slightly, an unpleasant memory rising up.
”Yeah I said Ogrillion, ugly thing that lady, what’s it to-“ he seems to catch himself and correct his attitude before he said something he knew he would regret after clearing his throat and his voice going up an octave in fear he continues “I don’t know where the Cog Carnival is BUTBUTBUTIKNOWWHODOES That guy you put a burn on, right over there,” He points to his unconscious companion, ”He loves Warforged, very enthusiastic about their whole existence, especially their rights as living beings, got a reputation and insisted upon coming along to keep me from killing the tin can, if there’s a breathing being in this city what knows where the only Warforged exclusive dive bar is it’ll be him, please just get me away from these psychopaths arrest me turn me into the Watch please dear sovereigns you guys are sadistic,”
Aurora reaches out and firmly grasps the man's cheek giving it a squeeze and a tug, "don't know where the Cog Carnival is? What use are you to me then? I'm not one to disappoint... don't say I didn't warn you." Turning to her companions, "alright then, search him, bind him and gag this one so that we can put him on all my ship in a nice comfortable cell. The injured Warforged he attacked can be made comfortable on the ship as well. We don't need this one going free... to roam the streets and warn his employers about the Warforged Coal... or us."
Slowly Aurora moved toward the man's apparently unconscious companion and uses her magic to create a gust of wind to roll over him in an attempt to bring him around, "wake up... your turn. I don't have all day for the likes of either of you,"she said impatiently ready to stow them both away and continue on her group's mission with or without a guide.
The man's eyes widen in panic, "NO WAIT, I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING I SWEAR! I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING PLEASE! TURN ME OVER TO THE WATCH, PUT ME TO WORK, PLEASE DON'T LET HER TAKE ME! PLEASE!" He begs to the other members of the party "Have mercy, please," he pleads, near tears.
The other man, with a scorch mark across his chest, rolling over he groans, barely pulling himself out of his stupor, he says "Oof, I could use a mug of ale, I feel so sore, what happe-" He cuts himself short as he examines the situation, eyes open wide, darting all over the place. His eyes catch the warforged and he winces, evidently feeling guilty for his part in this. He stares at the body for a short time, giving his head a shake he turns to look at you and his boss who is now in tears. Shooting the whimpering figure a look of disgust he looks up at you and swallows hard.
Hearing the man's words Aurora smiles at him, "perhaps if you guide my companions and myself to the Cog Carnival and there I'll buy you a mug of ale, maybe two. Your own companion is proving to be rather uncooperative for his own good as I am not one to be displeased or have my time wasted. What do you say, will you join me for a drink or will you join your companion in an extremely small cell and share his eventual fate? Gods rest his soul."
”Look, I’m not going to argue that the boss did some shady shit, but he was scared, we all were. I’ll take you to the Cog Carnival, all of you sticking up for this guy over here, but can we go a bit easier on the guy? Just jail maybe? I mean, I get it, he’s, well he’s… actually I don’t even care what you do with him I don’t know why I hang around him, stuck with him I guess. Wrong crowd and all. But you’re looking a bit impatient so I’ll just get up and we can go yeah?”
Aurora shook her head a look of amusement on her face, "he'll go to the cell of my ship for now just to keep him out of trouble, and if you play nice and do what I ask then you can collect him yourself afterward... no harm no foul... and you both may go free with something extra in your pockets for your time. But if you cross me... well then it will be on you. Either way, you have my word."
”Believe you me lady I haven’t forgotten the first time I crossed you. But again, I don’t really want him back. Come on, let’s go,“
With that he pulls himself up and and staggers back to the main road, squinting a bit as he tries to get his bearings. After a moment he he lifts his arm and points rightward, staggering that way
Naedash squats beside the first man again. "Personally, I'm glad we didn't kill ya. I think we've all learned a valuable lesson here today. For you: the consequences of bigotry and blindly following orders. For me: the virtues of temperance and patience. Glad we could help each other out. Go forth and let the Flame guide you."Naedash pats the man on the shoulder, then lifts himself up and starts walking in the indicated direction.
After a short examination, you notice that this warforged is in no immediate danger of death, as none of the attacks were meant to be a kill shot evidently. A broken jaw, fractured legs, what amounts to almost exactly the same injury as broken ribs, and of course, a missing arm. However you also notice that the arm wasn't lost during the war, but appears much more recent. In fact, it seems like this specific warforged never saw war, until it got here. Coal, on the other hand, was a unit fighting for Breland and lost her arm in the Last War, not in Sharn. Whoever this warforged is, though grateful, are not the warforged you've been sent for.
Farewell.
“Listen, unless any of youse got the authority to arrest me, can I go? It’s real unfortunate what happened to that guy but I already told you my hands were tied, I’m an honest guy, and I gotta pay the rent somehow. Speaking of rent I gotta go one so kindly take that blade outta my face. Please?”
Farewell.
Aurora had stood back content to quietly observe as her companions interrogated their prisoner before she finally walked forward and scowed at the man then pulled out the Sharn Watch writ which gave them so measure of authority to let him see it for himself. "I am not fully satisfied with your responses, nor your attitude. You see this writ, look at it closely." She growled, "if that does not loosen your tongue then also know that I am Aurora... a daughter of House d'Lyrandar and you bear a striking resemblance to a sky pirate wanted for questioning by my House. I am sure I'll have no trouble putting you into a cell on my airship to fly you back to my home to stand trial. But it will be a pity that you won't make it... as halfway home I'm going throw you over the side and watch as you plummet to the ground. So think long and hard on what I have said as it is not a threat... but a promise!"
Moving even closer she held up a hand as it crackled with the energy of a shocking grasp but did not yet touch him, "now it is time for you to sing for me," she said in a threatening tone. "So tell me all about this Daask that you spoke of and what was the name you were given regarding the specific Warforged you were to beat up for her... and why. Perhaps you picked the wrong target. What do you know of a Warforged named Coal, have you heard the name? Also, speak to me about the Cog Carnival... a bar in the High Walls. What do you know of this place and the type of patrons it attracts and of the owner and/or bartender? You are going to guide us there or I'm going to put you into the little cell on my airship! The choice is yours."
Chance: 2
Farewell.
“Daask is a criminalorganizationfromDroammonlycompetitionoftheboromarclansee iborrowedsomeoneyfromthemafewyearsbackbuthaventbeenabletopaybackthemonthlypaymentforacoupleofmonthsnow thiscrazyogrillioncameaknockingnameofGerrasaidtheyhadajobneededdone saidijusthadtohitawarforgedacoulleoftimesmakesuretheygottheplotnodeathsatrractedtoomuchattentiontotheiroperationtheysaid Saidwhenthejobwasdoneihadtoreporttothjsshifterguywouldclearmyrecord Tavick’s Landing, that’s all I know i swear sovereigns help me you mercenaries are sadistic”
Farewell.
Aurora struggles to keep up with the man's words and when he finishes she stares at him, "you are such a pathetic creature... but you see, that wasn't so hard was it? Now you being a lowlife resident here you're going to guide my companions and me to the Cog Carnival. And don't try anything funny... if you do... you'll be the first to die."
She turns toward her companions... "anything you'd care to ask of him? If not, shall we be on our way then?"
Naedash watches in respectful surprise at the half-elf's viciousness. They nod once the man has said his speedy piece, then say, "Did you say an ogrillon?" Naedash shivers every so slightly, an unpleasant memory rising up.
”Yeah I said Ogrillion, ugly thing that lady, what’s it to-“ he seems to catch himself and correct his attitude before he said something he knew he would regret after clearing his throat and his voice going up an octave in fear he continues “I don’t know where the Cog Carnival is BUTBUTBUTIKNOWWHODOES That guy you put a burn on, right over there,” He points to his unconscious companion, ”He loves Warforged, very enthusiastic about their whole existence, especially their rights as living beings, got a reputation and insisted upon coming along to keep me from killing the tin can, if there’s a breathing being in this city what knows where the only Warforged exclusive dive bar is it’ll be him, please just get me away from these psychopaths arrest me turn me into the Watch please dear sovereigns you guys are sadistic,”
Farewell.
Aurora reaches out and firmly grasps the man's cheek giving it a squeeze and a tug, "don't know where the Cog Carnival is? What use are you to me then? I'm not one to disappoint... don't say I didn't warn you." Turning to her companions, "alright then, search him, bind him and gag this one so that we can put him on all my ship in a nice comfortable cell. The injured Warforged he attacked can be made comfortable on the ship as well. We don't need this one going free... to roam the streets and warn his employers about the Warforged Coal... or us."
Slowly Aurora moved toward the man's apparently unconscious companion and uses her magic to create a gust of wind to roll over him in an attempt to bring him around, "wake up... your turn. I don't have all day for the likes of either of you," she said impatiently ready to stow them both away and continue on her group's mission with or without a guide.
The man's eyes widen in panic, "NO WAIT, I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING I SWEAR! I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING PLEASE! TURN ME OVER TO THE WATCH, PUT ME TO WORK, PLEASE DON'T LET HER TAKE ME! PLEASE!" He begs to the other members of the party "Have mercy, please," he pleads, near tears.
The other man, with a scorch mark across his chest, rolling over he groans, barely pulling himself out of his stupor, he says "Oof, I could use a mug of ale, I feel so sore, what happe-" He cuts himself short as he examines the situation, eyes open wide, darting all over the place. His eyes catch the warforged and he winces, evidently feeling guilty for his part in this. He stares at the body for a short time, giving his head a shake he turns to look at you and his boss who is now in tears. Shooting the whimpering figure a look of disgust he looks up at you and swallows hard.
Farewell.
Hearing the man's words Aurora smiles at him, "perhaps if you guide my companions and myself to the Cog Carnival and there I'll buy you a mug of ale, maybe two. Your own companion is proving to be rather uncooperative for his own good as I am not one to be displeased or have my time wasted. What do you say, will you join me for a drink or will you join your companion in an extremely small cell and share his eventual fate? Gods rest his soul."
”Look, I’m not going to argue that the boss did some shady shit, but he was scared, we all were. I’ll take you to the Cog Carnival, all of you sticking up for this guy over here, but can we go a bit easier on the guy? Just jail maybe? I mean, I get it, he’s, well he’s… actually I don’t even care what you do with him I don’t know why I hang around him, stuck with him I guess. Wrong crowd and all. But you’re looking a bit impatient so I’ll just get up and we can go yeah?”
Farewell.
Aurora shook her head a look of amusement on her face, "he'll go to the cell of my ship for now just to keep him out of trouble, and if you play nice and do what I ask then you can collect him yourself afterward... no harm no foul... and you both may go free with something extra in your pockets for your time. But if you cross me... well then it will be on you. Either way, you have my word."
”Believe you me lady I haven’t forgotten the first time I crossed you. But again, I don’t really want him back. Come on, let’s go,“
With that he pulls himself up and and staggers back to the main road, squinting a bit as he tries to get his bearings. After a moment he he lifts his arm and points rightward, staggering that way
Farewell.
Naedash squats beside the first man again. "Personally, I'm glad we didn't kill ya. I think we've all learned a valuable lesson here today. For you: the consequences of bigotry and blindly following orders. For me: the virtues of temperance and patience. Glad we could help each other out. Go forth and let the Flame guide you." Naedash pats the man on the shoulder, then lifts himself up and starts walking in the indicated direction.
(One minute, linear time makes no sense anymore and it keeps getting away from me)
Farewell.