Uninterested in the ledgers and seeing that the coin purse has apparently been confiscated, Reya picks up the pipes and hands them over to Archie, "Here you go, I don't know much about musical instruments."
She looks to Roo, "I know you don't want to pause, but looking around at your friends, and how I'm feeling, I think a rest might be good. Let's talk to that guy Virro tied up while we take a breather, he might know some things."
Seeing Reed head from one bedroom to the next, Reya follows him into Thurstwell's room and makes herself comfortable on the floor. "How long before you think he'll wake up?"
Roo ruffles his feather's again as he listens to Reya, and then looks at Virro. It's hard for a Gallus to not look happy...but Roo certainly does not. Still, he offers no protests. This place has been especially brutal.
"Lay him prone on the floor." Roo says about Thurstwell when they're talking about how long it'll be before he wakes up. "I can revive him."
"You know, I really don't know," Reed says with a smile, then he gives a good natured shrug. "You'd need to ask Virro. He know things like that. This one could be pretending now that he's sleeping. But that wouldn't be very smart of him as he'd just be likely to get himself really hurt this time."
He pulls out his tools again and plays around with the lock on the iron chest in the corner.
Archie pulls out her hammer and her own set of thieves tools, "or we could see who is better at your method, I have all kinds of skills that would surprise you"
Virro comes into the room with Reed and Archie, sitting in the corner, coughing a bit. “Lemme rest a minute, then we’ll see what Thurstwell has to say…”. Virro taking a short rest, healing for 15 h.p. After a bit, he starts to examine Thurstwell’s hands, grinning and saying “I’m back…..”
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Thurstwell eventually opens his eyes as you all gather in his room. As he realizes he is tied up and surrounded, his eyes widen and a thin sheen of sweat pops up along his brow.
"What... what is the meaning of this? Do you know what my mother, THE DUKE, will do to you all when she finds out how you're treating her son?" His voice started out strong, but then weakly, "What do you want from me?"
Corlith notes with no small amount of suspicion that Virro refuses to answer his question, but doesn’t push, merely follows him into Thurstwell’s room.
As the third of the Duke’s sons speaks, he sits on the bed and looks down at him.
”I do not what she will do, how about you tell me where she is so we can go find out? I assume her whereabouts have something to do with the basement, seeing as we have looked everywhere else. What exactly is down there?”, he asks congenially.
Thurstwell nods as Corlith mentions that he assumes the Duke is in the basement. "I will tell you what I know, just promise you'll leave me be afterwards? I do have information I know you want to hear." he looks concernedly at Virro and closes his hands into a fist. "Please.. you know I'm no threat to you."
"You see, that is the problem with you Vanthampurs. You make deals with some fiends and you suddenly think you can make deals with everyone. Let me be clear here, you have no power over this situation. There is no deal you can make with us. All there is for you is a choice of whether to do this the hard way, or the easy way", Corlith says, still in a very congenial tone.
"I assume that nod was to confirm your mother is in the basement. So, do you want to continue telling us what you know now, or do I let my companion deal with you his way?", he says looking pointedly at Virro, seeing as Thurstwell seems to already be intimidated by him.
Thurstwell rolls his eyes at Corlith. "I am a sickly man. I have been my entire life. I have seen more pain and suffering in my years than I care to admit. You can't do anything to me. If you can't promise you'll leave me be, then there is no reason for me to share what I know. I mean... just leave once I'm done, I'm happy to tell you. I just want to live."
He sighs, "As a sign of good faith, yes, that nod was to tell you that yes, she is in the basement."
Roo paces back and forth as he watches Thurstwell's interrogation. He is disappointed that he isn't closer, more involved, letting this hairless pig's blood.
"Buck buc buuuuuh...buck..."He clucks under his breath, watching side-eyed. His sword slips out of its sheath and into his hand as he watches Thurstwell, stepping along sideways. "Look long and hard at me, Vanthampur. Remember my armor. Remember the warrior who wore it here first. And know that I am the righteous hand of vengeance, an axe wielded by fate, and I will fell this whole clucking family tree. Buuhbuh buh."
The Gallus continues to pace, his feathers fluffing, unfluffing. He looks from Wilfred, to Virro, to Archie, to Corlith, to Reed, and a brief glance at Reya, before stepping into the center of the room. Far enough away to have some room to himself but close enough that he can be heard and seen as he kneels down in the awkward way his Gallus legs allow.
"Strix, the Harvester in the Dark." He says, turning the sword to lay across both his hands as he raises it up toward the ceiling, as high as his squat form can raise it. As he speaks, two voices rumble from between his beak. "For youI offer my sword, which I will nameThe Owl's Talon. Like you, it will slay with the cold calculus of an alpha predator. I will take my quarry with decisive violence. I will sate your thirst with the blood of myenemies. Grant me this, that Gallus and Strix, day and night, areunified in this one mortal body, that divine retribution shall be delved out to the wicked, the blasphemous, and the idolaters."
Wind rolls hard against the side of the building outside, and then sucks away, pulling the thick, heavy curtains hard against the windows. As the curtains are sucked hard to the opening, the light of Gallus is blocked out, and the air is pulled away from the lanterns along the walls, killing them instantly in the half second before the heavy door of the room is jerked closed by the change in pressure. The room is plunged into complete blackness for a moment.
When the wind leaves, and the curtains are allowed to fall away from the windows and the light returns, those in the room can see that Roo hasn't moved. He remains kneeled, his sword raised...but the sword is evaporating. The steel of the weapon is lifting into the air particle by particle, transforming into smoke and then disappearing all together, and still Roo does not move. He sits there, patient, far more patient than he has typically been...before the blackness in the corners of the room, beneath the tables and chairs, anywhere the light of Gallus cannot reach, begins to snake out and curl around his hands, form, shape...become a new sword, shaped like the claw of a raptor.
Slowly the Gallus rises from the floor, his fist wrapping tight around the hilt of his weapon.
"You shall not regret this." He says, his cold gaze falling on Thurstwell, but clearly meant for someone else...
Wilfred has been sitting on landing between floors, quietly snoring as the others have been running around. He almost wakes at one point when Reed calls out about the stairs, but just pulls his hat over his eyes.
When they finally finish and go into Thurstwell's room, he finally gets up. "Oh, I need that. Alright, whats happening? Find anything interesting?"
He takes a back seat as the others do there interrogation. Don't need to many cooks in the kitchen.
Wilfred blinks at Roo after seeing what just happened. He had questions, but they would have to wait for now.
Archie gives the pipes a little play before she falls asleep, sitting in the corner of whichever room the group has picked, she plays a few notes and before too long there is a scratching, rats. A whole swarm of rats come bounding in and start crawling all over Archie. "Oh this is gross, ohhh Ew.. Ew Ew Ew. Don't crawl on me you little sh*ts." She plays a high toot on the pipes and the rats obey and stop crawling over Archie, "Ooooooohh! Wilf did you see that, wil- huh sleeping already... uhhh rats, guard Wilf" the rats look at Archie and then to wilf, then back to a Archie with a simultaneous cock of many tiny heads before the order is accepted and they form a little barrier between wilf and the rest of the room.
Archie falls asleep herself, she slumps over in a corner, and deep breathing turns into loud snores for a short while until all noise abruptly stops from the suit of armour, when it does two dim blue orbs alight in the visor, the suit does not move, but it is apparent that whilst Archie sleeps, the IronMaiden is awake.
Corlith watches Roo's display of shock and awe, completely taken aback by what is happening right in front of them. He tries to follow the words, no it was a pledge or oath of some kind. And when the light is sucked from the room, he stands stock still, almost instinctively reaching for his own magical powers to defend himself, but instead he just stands mesmerised.
When the light comes back, he looks to Thurstwell.
"Exactly how confident are you that there is nothing we can do to you?", he says with a broad smile.
Thurstwell tries to scramble his feet up against him as he tries to make himself as small as possible against the wall. Eyes never leaving Roo, "I uh... don't let him touch me. Don't let that mad chicken man near me!" his voice goes up a bit in hysteria.
Hearing Corlith, he slowly tears his eyes away from Roo, then once he has, he avoids looking at the rooster all together. "Yes, answers. Yes, my mother is in the basement. It is very large, kind of a maze I hear? I am not allowed to go down there, the dank air is bad for my lungs you see. She's down there with Thavius Kreeg I believe and are plotting to seize control of Baldur's Gate."
It seems that once the man gets going, there is no stop to the flood of information, "Amrik goes down there, he is the one that has told me it is full of rooms and sewers and tunnels, almost like a maze. He seems to like it down there, I don't know why. Have you met Amrik? He is mainly an ass. I can't stand him and I have my imps keep an eye on him when I can." He looks a bit introspective, "Speaking of, I haven't gotten my daily report on him yet today, I guess it is still a bit early."He gives a litte sneer, "Like I knew when you all went to the bathhouse, my imps were in the courtyard and told me."
"My brothers and I recently stole a shield from a crypt under the city." He tries to hold up his hands, but realizing they are tied together, he drops them, "Wait, wait, there was a reason. There is a powerful devil trapped in it named Gargauth that has vowed to help us conquer Baldur's Gate if he is released. Thavius is pretty confident he knows how to release it."
"Oh, speaking of Thavius, he arrived in the city a few days ago with a puzzle box. Mommy gave it to me to try and open it after insisting to Thavius that we safeguard it while he studies the shield. Well... the damn box is hard! I haven't figured it out yet." on this frustration, he goes quiet.
Corlith's smile stays rooted to his face as Thurstwell spills his metaphorical guts. He was almost certain one of the other's would spill the man's literal guts fairly soon as well, but not just yet.
"A shield with a devil trapped in it, a puzzle box and your mother plotting with Thavius Kreeg to seize control of Baldur's gate. Your family have been busy. So you are in possession of the puzzle box. Hand it over then. What about the shield, do you have that too?", he says, looking pointedly to Reya at mention of Thavius Kreeg.
The imps belonged to Thurstwell, his odds of surviving just went from slim to none.
Uninterested in the ledgers and seeing that the coin purse has apparently been confiscated, Reya picks up the pipes and hands them over to Archie, "Here you go, I don't know much about musical instruments."
She looks to Roo, "I know you don't want to pause, but looking around at your friends, and how I'm feeling, I think a rest might be good. Let's talk to that guy Virro tied up while we take a breather, he might know some things."
Seeing Reed head from one bedroom to the next, Reya follows him into Thurstwell's room and makes herself comfortable on the floor. "How long before you think he'll wake up?"
Roo ruffles his feather's again as he listens to Reya, and then looks at Virro. It's hard for a Gallus to not look happy...but Roo certainly does not. Still, he offers no protests. This place has been especially brutal.
"Lay him prone on the floor." Roo says about Thurstwell when they're talking about how long it'll be before he wakes up. "I can revive him."
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Reed looks back over at Reya.
"You know, I really don't know," Reed says with a smile, then he gives a good natured shrug. "You'd need to ask Virro. He know things like that. This one could be pretending now that he's sleeping. But that wouldn't be very smart of him as he'd just be likely to get himself really hurt this time."
He pulls out his tools again and plays around with the lock on the iron chest in the corner.
Thieves Tools: (2+8) = 10.
"Hmm, might need Archie's method here."
Archie pulls out her hammer and her own set of thieves tools, "or we could see who is better at your method, I have all kinds of skills that would surprise you"
Virro comes into the room with Reed and Archie, sitting in the corner, coughing a bit. “Lemme rest a minute, then we’ll see what Thurstwell has to say…”. Virro taking a short rest, healing for 15 h.p. After a bit, he starts to examine Thurstwell’s hands, grinning and saying “I’m back…..”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Thurstwell eventually opens his eyes as you all gather in his room. As he realizes he is tied up and surrounded, his eyes widen and a thin sheen of sweat pops up along his brow.
"What... what is the meaning of this? Do you know what my mother, THE DUKE, will do to you all when she finds out how you're treating her son?" His voice started out strong, but then weakly, "What do you want from me?"
Corlith notes with no small amount of suspicion that Virro refuses to answer his question, but doesn’t push, merely follows him into Thurstwell’s room.
As the third of the Duke’s sons speaks, he sits on the bed and looks down at him.
”I do not what she will do, how about you tell me where she is so we can go find out? I assume her whereabouts have something to do with the basement, seeing as we have looked everywhere else. What exactly is down there?”, he asks congenially.
Persuasion: 17+7=24
Thurstwell nods as Corlith mentions that he assumes the Duke is in the basement. "I will tell you what I know, just promise you'll leave me be afterwards? I do have information I know you want to hear." he looks concernedly at Virro and closes his hands into a fist. "Please.. you know I'm no threat to you."
"You see, that is the problem with you Vanthampurs. You make deals with some fiends and you suddenly think you can make deals with everyone. Let me be clear here, you have no power over this situation. There is no deal you can make with us. All there is for you is a choice of whether to do this the hard way, or the easy way", Corlith says, still in a very congenial tone.
"I assume that nod was to confirm your mother is in the basement. So, do you want to continue telling us what you know now, or do I let my companion deal with you his way?", he says looking pointedly at Virro, seeing as Thurstwell seems to already be intimidated by him.
Reed gets ready to do a quick scout down to the basement but holds off to see if Thurstwell actually says anything of interest first.
Thurstwell rolls his eyes at Corlith. "I am a sickly man. I have been my entire life. I have seen more pain and suffering in my years than I care to admit. You can't do anything to me. If you can't promise you'll leave me be, then there is no reason for me to share what I know. I mean... just leave once I'm done, I'm happy to tell you. I just want to live."
He sighs, "As a sign of good faith, yes, that nod was to tell you that yes, she is in the basement."
Roo paces back and forth as he watches Thurstwell's interrogation. He is disappointed that he isn't closer, more involved, letting this hairless pig's blood.
"Buck buc buuuuuh...buck..." He clucks under his breath, watching side-eyed. His sword slips out of its sheath and into his hand as he watches Thurstwell, stepping along sideways. "Look long and hard at me, Vanthampur. Remember my armor. Remember the warrior who wore it here first. And know that I am the righteous hand of vengeance, an axe wielded by fate, and I will fell this whole clucking family tree. Buuhbuh buh."
The Gallus continues to pace, his feathers fluffing, unfluffing. He looks from Wilfred, to Virro, to Archie, to Corlith, to Reed, and a brief glance at Reya, before stepping into the center of the room. Far enough away to have some room to himself but close enough that he can be heard and seen as he kneels down in the awkward way his Gallus legs allow.
"Strix, the Harvester in the Dark." He says, turning the sword to lay across both his hands as he raises it up toward the ceiling, as high as his squat form can raise it. As he speaks, two voices rumble from between his beak. "For you I offer my sword, which I will name The Owl's Talon. Like you, it will slay with the cold calculus of an alpha predator. I will take my quarry with decisive violence. I will sate your thirst with the blood of my enemies. Grant me this, that Gallus and Strix, day and night, are unified in this one mortal body, that divine retribution shall be delved out to the wicked, the blasphemous, and the idolaters."
Wind rolls hard against the side of the building outside, and then sucks away, pulling the thick, heavy curtains hard against the windows. As the curtains are sucked hard to the opening, the light of Gallus is blocked out, and the air is pulled away from the lanterns along the walls, killing them instantly in the half second before the heavy door of the room is jerked closed by the change in pressure. The room is plunged into complete blackness for a moment.
When the wind leaves, and the curtains are allowed to fall away from the windows and the light returns, those in the room can see that Roo hasn't moved. He remains kneeled, his sword raised...but the sword is evaporating. The steel of the weapon is lifting into the air particle by particle, transforming into smoke and then disappearing all together, and still Roo does not move. He sits there, patient, far more patient than he has typically been...before the blackness in the corners of the room, beneath the tables and chairs, anywhere the light of Gallus cannot reach, begins to snake out and curl around his hands, form, shape...become a new sword, shaped like the claw of a raptor.
Slowly the Gallus rises from the floor, his fist wrapping tight around the hilt of his weapon.
"You shall not regret this." He says, his cold gaze falling on Thurstwell, but clearly meant for someone else...
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Roo rolls Intimidation w/ Advantage- Nat 20 + 8 = 28
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Wilfred has been sitting on landing between floors, quietly snoring as the others have been running around. He almost wakes at one point when Reed calls out about the stairs, but just pulls his hat over his eyes.
When they finally finish and go into Thurstwell's room, he finally gets up. "Oh, I need that. Alright, whats happening? Find anything interesting?"
He takes a back seat as the others do there interrogation. Don't need to many cooks in the kitchen.
Wilfred blinks at Roo after seeing what just happened. He had questions, but they would have to wait for now.
Archie gives the pipes a little play before she falls asleep, sitting in the corner of whichever room the group has picked, she plays a few notes and before too long there is a scratching, rats. A whole swarm of rats come bounding in and start crawling all over Archie. "Oh this is gross, ohhh Ew.. Ew Ew Ew. Don't crawl on me you little sh*ts." She plays a high toot on the pipes and the rats obey and stop crawling over Archie, "Ooooooohh! Wilf did you see that, wil- huh sleeping already... uhhh rats, guard Wilf" the rats look at Archie and then to wilf, then back to a Archie with a simultaneous cock of many tiny heads before the order is accepted and they form a little barrier between wilf and the rest of the room.
Archie falls asleep herself, she slumps over in a corner, and deep breathing turns into loud snores for a short while until all noise abruptly stops from the suit of armour, when it does two dim blue orbs alight in the visor, the suit does not move, but it is apparent that whilst Archie sleeps, the IronMaiden is awake.
Corlith watches Roo's display of shock and awe, completely taken aback by what is happening right in front of them. He tries to follow the words, no it was a pledge or oath of some kind. And when the light is sucked from the room, he stands stock still, almost instinctively reaching for his own magical powers to defend himself, but instead he just stands mesmerised.
When the light comes back, he looks to Thurstwell.
"Exactly how confident are you that there is nothing we can do to you?", he says with a broad smile.
Thurstwell tries to scramble his feet up against him as he tries to make himself as small as possible against the wall. Eyes never leaving Roo, "I uh... don't let him touch me. Don't let that mad chicken man near me!" his voice goes up a bit in hysteria.
Hearing Corlith, he slowly tears his eyes away from Roo, then once he has, he avoids looking at the rooster all together. "Yes, answers. Yes, my mother is in the basement. It is very large, kind of a maze I hear? I am not allowed to go down there, the dank air is bad for my lungs you see. She's down there with Thavius Kreeg I believe and are plotting to seize control of Baldur's Gate."
It seems that once the man gets going, there is no stop to the flood of information, "Amrik goes down there, he is the one that has told me it is full of rooms and sewers and tunnels, almost like a maze. He seems to like it down there, I don't know why. Have you met Amrik? He is mainly an ass. I can't stand him and I have my imps keep an eye on him when I can." He looks a bit introspective, "Speaking of, I haven't gotten my daily report on him yet today, I guess it is still a bit early." He gives a litte sneer, "Like I knew when you all went to the bathhouse, my imps were in the courtyard and told me."
"My brothers and I recently stole a shield from a crypt under the city." He tries to hold up his hands, but realizing they are tied together, he drops them, "Wait, wait, there was a reason. There is a powerful devil trapped in it named Gargauth that has vowed to help us conquer Baldur's Gate if he is released. Thavius is pretty confident he knows how to release it."
"Oh, speaking of Thavius, he arrived in the city a few days ago with a puzzle box. Mommy gave it to me to try and open it after insisting to Thavius that we safeguard it while he studies the shield. Well... the damn box is hard! I haven't figured it out yet." on this frustration, he goes quiet.
Corlith's smile stays rooted to his face as Thurstwell spills his metaphorical guts. He was almost certain one of the other's would spill the man's literal guts fairly soon as well, but not just yet.
"A shield with a devil trapped in it, a puzzle box and your mother plotting with Thavius Kreeg to seize control of Baldur's gate. Your family have been busy. So you are in possession of the puzzle box. Hand it over then. What about the shield, do you have that too?", he says, looking pointedly to Reya at mention of Thavius Kreeg.
The imps belonged to Thurstwell, his odds of surviving just went from slim to none.
"He called me a chicken."
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Reed raises a hand in a calming gesture to Roo.
"Let him answer Corlith first," Reed says. "Then you can address that."
He looks over in corner and cocks his head at an angle, trying to figure out what he's seeing.
"Does anyone else see this?" Reed asks, pointing at the rat-sentries.