As Zenos and Sirius try to sneak towards the house to spy on Sephek, Perrin makes his way over to the little storage shed-looking building alongside one of the dock ramps just a few houses away from Sephek. He leans against, his arms folded as he tries to inconspicuously keep an eye out on the area. The last thing they needed was for Torgga and her cronies to wander over to get Sephek while they were spying on him.
Aubreen waits a few moments just outside the shattered front entrance, giving Sirius and zenos the time to circle around.
Listening to zenos chatter he gains a broad smile. With a hand on the hilt of his sword he strides in the front door. "Sephrek I presume, good evening to you. My companions and I have a few questions?" A short pause then he calls out, "Sirius would you enjoy the glory of questioning g this fine fellow!"
Perrin only spots a few lone townspeople wandering about occasionally. It seems like around this hour, most people have retreated to the relative comfort of their homes, or the tavern. No sign of Torrga or her crew.
A light snowfall has picked up again and the skies overhead are thickly clouded. The Dale is completely dark. The outline of the Ramshackle can be made out only by the flickering of the nearest inhabited building.
Aubreens vision, accustomed to the conditions, makes out Sepheks lonely form on one of the few intact chairs in the erstwhile common room. There he sits, slouched, his eyes a cerulean twinkle. The bottle hangs by a finger, the remains of liquid inside completely frozen.
"Questions."
A sneer. Sephek looks over to the wall where Sirius and Zenos were listening in from. Then back to the half-elf. He leans forward on the creaking chair.
As Aubreen starts speaking, Sirius lights a torch and tries to take a quick peek in to see what Sephek is doing. Then Sirius circles back to the front of the house with long strides positioning himself right beside Aubreen. Sirius lets go of the bloody ice pick and instead takes a firm grip of his spear still keeping it hoisted on his back while he holds the torch with his other hand.
When Perrin notices that his companions are more keen on just barging in instead of scouting, he sighs and cautiously makes his way over, wary of the man awaiting them inside the house. This is probably going to end up very badly, he thinks.
Zenos entering the house behind his fellow travelers. "Good evening, do you have a spare bottle so my associates and I may join you in a drink and have a discussion about the goings on around here?"
"By all means." Sephek gestures at the broken benches and chairs lying in the room. He then holds up the frozen bottle, turns it upside down. The liquid inside stubborny remains. He runs his bare hand through the slick black hair in a sign of mock disappointment. You hear a faint crackling as small ice crystals break.
"Ah. What a shame... I keep having this problem."
The bottle explodes in his hand. A rain of shards flies in all directions.
"You asked a question. My turn. What are your names and from which town do you come?"
Sephek absentmindedly picks a glass shard out of his cheek. It doesn't leave a mark. The room seems to grow colder.
As Perrin arrives, he stands behind where Sirius is and cautiously peaks around him. He winces as the glass bottle explodes. This definitely wasn't going to turn out well.
”Perrin,” he responds timidly. Then in a different voice, he says, “Targos.” Hopefully, if they could get him to talk by answering some of his questions, they would be able to glean some information from him as well.
"You asked two questions so I think it only fair that we do the same. I'll start. How is it that you can walk around here with so little in the way of clothing?"
Aubreen continues to smile, chooses a chair across the room, he leans against it lightly. "You have an affinity for Ice and cold, it forms at your touch. Several citizens of Ten towns were murdered with a dagger of Ice by your hand. Why did you do it Sephek!". A quick scan of the room to check any exits from the ramshackle building are easily covered. "Tell us why!"
The man stays in his hunched position, still holding the neck of the broken bottle in the right hand. He seems to listen intently to your answers, the cold eyes moving from each speaker to the next.
He scoffs at the cleverness from Sirius, endulging him: "I was born on the day of the Midwinter. Blessed by Icedawn herself."
Aubreen sees that the building has several easy exits, on account of nearly falling apart. There are windows on either side of the common room you're in and one could exit through the back of the building as well, needing to open rickety doors first.
Sephek now looks at Aubreen. He cocks his head to one side, as if listening to a nonexistent sound. "Instead of an answer, I seemed to be hearing an accusation."
The man gets up slowly and starts walking up to Aubreen. He makes a theatralic gesture with both hands, as if addressing the sky and an audience at the same time. "In this paradise, only the chosen may prevail. Those who sacrifice everything will gain eternal life in the endless halls of ice. The people of tentowns please Auril with their sacrifices."
Unless Aubreen steps back, Sephek stops only a foot away and looks him straight in the face. "Now imagine how furious she was when people tried to bribe themselves out of being a sacrifice. Now that. Wouldn't. Do. Everyone who died, deserved it."
Aubreen does not back down, in fact he leans in a little closer. "So you admit your guilt for the crime of murder. Even if your accusations of corruption are true, who made you judge and executioner. There is no justice in your actions." Thanking the fact he has heavy winter clothes as the cold emanating from Sephek starts to permeate through. His breath fogging in the space between, he glances at Sirius for help then Aubreen continues.
"You will accompany us back to Bryn Shander, where you will answer for your crimes. Along the way I expect to hear only truth of the corruption at the heart of these blasphemous lotteries. Unless your accusation is baseless in which case I will insist you are caged beside a roaring fire until you have paid your dues."
Aubreen narrows his eyes, staring down Sephek, (Intimidation: 7, If Sirius steps up granting the Help action: 19)
Perrin lets out a small squeak of fear when Sephek openly admits to the murders, still peering around Sirius. Sephek was so cold, so callous the way he admitted to the murders, almost like he was just simply stating how the weather was.
With Aubreen’s ultimate hanging in the air and Perrin’s knees wobbling in fright, the kenku almost dashes away from what he assumed would be an inevitable fight. He stops himself however. No, he wouldn’t run and leave behind his companions. That was a selfish and cowardly thing to do. Gritting his teeth, well, gritting his beak, he holds his ground. Behind Sirius, of course. He wasn’t that brave.
Sirius narrows his eyes in doubt when Sephek says he was blessed by Icedawn on his birth. Sirius makes a quick, silent prayer to The Triad and tries to gauge with his divine sense if there's any extraplanar forces at work in Sephek.
As Sephek gets closer to Aubreen, Sirius accordingly takes calmly walks besides Aubreen now unmounting his spear from his back. Sirius places the torch in an appropriate crack in the floor to have free hands. At Aubreens ultimatum, Sirius slams the butt of his spear against the floorboards creating a sharp crack. "That, or you can try your luck with us. Then we'll haul you there ourselves so you can be judged by the families of the victims." Sirius gets right up in Sephek's face. "This is the end of the line for you, you filthy warlock. Tyr will have his way with you." (Sirius gives Aubreen the help action.)
In response to your words, Sepheks blithe expression becomes dark. As he stands so close to you, the absence of any warm air being exhaled becomes obvious. Sirius notices that he eyes the torch with particular distain.
"You hold your own abilities in high regard if you think that there is anything you can do to stop me."
With his divine sense, Sirius is able to determine that you're in the presence of an undead. The creature drops the remaining piece of glass in its right hand. "The only justice in these lands is the law of the Frostmaiden. And it was she who made me judge."
A sword made completely out of ice forms in Sepheks right hand.
Initiative Order: 1. Sephek 2. Your entire group (go in any order) < YOUR TURN
Sephek attacks suddenly, striking twice with impossible speed at Aubreen, the sword exuding a devastating cold. To hit: 18, Damage: 5 slashing, 6 cold To hit: 23, Damage: 8 slashing, 7 cold
You're all in a1, the main room, unless your character wouldn't have come inside (especially directed at Zenos). As long as you're in the same area as another creature, you're considered to be in melee range. Moving to another area takes your movement.
As soon as Sephek strikes, Sirius strikes right back yelling to his companions: "He's undead". Sirius thrusts with the point of his spear and then swings at him with the butt end of his spear. To hit: 14, Damage: 4 piercing To hit: 8, Damage: 5 bludgeoning
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Perrin gasps as Sephek Aubreen with a sword made of ice. He watches in horror as Sirius starts fighting back with his spear. Oh gods above, they were all going to die! He had to do something, but what? The only thing he could do was whistle at him or something stupid.
In his moment of panic still standing near the door where Sirius left him, Perrin notices… something within him. It was like a reservoir of strength. In a moment of panic, he instinctually reaches for it, and a sudden fire ignites in the air above his hand. It sits there, crackling and radiating warmth, and Perrin stares at it flabbergasted. Did he just do magic? Holy crap! He literally just used magic!
His excitement is short-lived as he remembers the situation they found themselves in. Focussing back on the fight, he takes a second to aim, and then he hurls his little orb of fire at Sephek. Without bothering to see if he hit or not, he ducks under a nearby table for some cover.
Produce Flame Attack: 18 Damage: 6 points of fire damage.
Zenos was totally in the room regretting his decision
Hoping that it would not come to this so quickly Zenos directs his anger at Sephek and lets out "Yo momma so ugly when she tried to enter the ugly contest they said, sorry no professionals"
Viscious Mockery: Wis 13 save if failed 2 psychic damage and have disadvantage on the next attack roll it makes before the end of its next turn.
As Zenos and Sirius try to sneak towards the house to spy on Sephek, Perrin makes his way over to the little storage shed-looking building alongside one of the dock ramps just a few houses away from Sephek. He leans against, his arms folded as he tries to inconspicuously keep an eye out on the area. The last thing they needed was for Torgga and her cronies to wander over to get Sephek while they were spying on him.
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
Aubreen waits a few moments just outside the shattered front entrance, giving Sirius and zenos the time to circle around.
Listening to zenos chatter he gains a broad smile. With a hand on the hilt of his sword he strides in the front door. "Sephrek I presume, good evening to you. My companions and I have a few questions?" A short pause then he calls out, "Sirius would you enjoy the glory of questioning g this fine fellow!"
Perrin only spots a few lone townspeople wandering about occasionally. It seems like around this hour, most people have retreated to the relative comfort of their homes, or the tavern. No sign of Torrga or her crew.
A light snowfall has picked up again and the skies overhead are thickly clouded. The Dale is completely dark. The outline of the Ramshackle can be made out only by the flickering of the nearest inhabited building.
Aubreens vision, accustomed to the conditions, makes out Sepheks lonely form on one of the few intact chairs in the erstwhile common room. There he sits, slouched, his eyes a cerulean twinkle. The bottle hangs by a finger, the remains of liquid inside completely frozen.
"Questions."
A sneer. Sephek looks over to the wall where Sirius and Zenos were listening in from. Then back to the half-elf.
He leans forward on the creaking chair.
"Do I get to ask some too?"
As Aubreen starts speaking, Sirius lights a torch and tries to take a quick peek in to see what Sephek is doing. Then Sirius circles back to the front of the house with long strides positioning himself right beside Aubreen. Sirius lets go of the bloody ice pick and instead takes a firm grip of his spear still keeping it hoisted on his back while he holds the torch with his other hand.
When Perrin notices that his companions are more keen on just barging in instead of scouting, he sighs and cautiously makes his way over, wary of the man awaiting them inside the house. This is probably going to end up very badly, he thinks.
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
Zenos entering the house behind his fellow travelers. "Good evening, do you have a spare bottle so my associates and I may join you in a drink and have a discussion about the goings on around here?"
"By all means."
Sephek gestures at the broken benches and chairs lying in the room. He then holds up the frozen bottle, turns it upside down. The liquid inside stubborny remains. He runs his bare hand through the slick black hair in a sign of mock disappointment. You hear a faint crackling as small ice crystals break.
"Ah. What a shame... I keep having this problem."
The bottle explodes in his hand. A rain of shards flies in all directions.
"You asked a question. My turn. What are your names and from which town do you come?"
Sephek absentmindedly picks a glass shard out of his cheek. It doesn't leave a mark. The room seems to grow colder.
As Perrin arrives, he stands behind where Sirius is and cautiously peaks around him. He winces as the glass bottle explodes. This definitely wasn't going to turn out well.
”Perrin,” he responds timidly. Then in a different voice, he says, “Targos.” Hopefully, if they could get him to talk by answering some of his questions, they would be able to glean some information from him as well.
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
Sirius answers gruffly. "Sirius, from Waterdeep."
"You asked two questions so I think it only fair that we do the same. I'll start. How is it that you can walk around here with so little in the way of clothing?"
"I am Zenos from a small backwater town called Airy I doubt you have been there let alone heard of it, it is a pleasure to meet you"
Aubreen continues to smile, chooses a chair across the room, he leans against it lightly. "You have an affinity for Ice and cold, it forms at your touch. Several citizens of Ten towns were murdered with a dagger of Ice by your hand. Why did you do it Sephek!". A quick scan of the room to check any exits from the ramshackle building are easily covered. "Tell us why!"
The man stays in his hunched position, still holding the neck of the broken bottle in the right hand. He seems to listen intently to your answers, the cold eyes moving from each speaker to the next.
He scoffs at the cleverness from Sirius, endulging him: "I was born on the day of the Midwinter. Blessed by Icedawn herself."
Aubreen sees that the building has several easy exits, on account of nearly falling apart. There are windows on either side of the common room you're in and one could exit through the back of the building as well, needing to open rickety doors first.
Sephek now looks at Aubreen. He cocks his head to one side, as if listening to a nonexistent sound. "Instead of an answer, I seemed to be hearing an accusation."
The man gets up slowly and starts walking up to Aubreen. He makes a theatralic gesture with both hands, as if addressing the sky and an audience at the same time. "In this paradise, only the chosen may prevail. Those who sacrifice everything will gain eternal life in the endless halls of ice. The people of tentowns please Auril with their sacrifices."
Unless Aubreen steps back, Sephek stops only a foot away and looks him straight in the face. "Now imagine how furious she was when people tried to bribe themselves out of being a sacrifice. Now that. Wouldn't. Do. Everyone who died, deserved it."
Aubreen does not back down, in fact he leans in a little closer. "So you admit your guilt for the crime of murder. Even if your accusations of corruption are true, who made you judge and executioner. There is no justice in your actions." Thanking the fact he has heavy winter clothes as the cold emanating from Sephek starts to permeate through. His breath fogging in the space between, he glances at Sirius for help then Aubreen continues.
"You will accompany us back to Bryn Shander, where you will answer for your crimes. Along the way I expect to hear only truth of the corruption at the heart of these blasphemous lotteries. Unless your accusation is baseless in which case I will insist you are caged beside a roaring fire until you have paid your dues."
Aubreen narrows his eyes, staring down Sephek, (Intimidation: 7, If Sirius steps up granting the Help action: 19)
Perrin lets out a small squeak of fear when Sephek openly admits to the murders, still peering around Sirius. Sephek was so cold, so callous the way he admitted to the murders, almost like he was just simply stating how the weather was.
With Aubreen’s ultimate hanging in the air and Perrin’s knees wobbling in fright, the kenku almost dashes away from what he assumed would be an inevitable fight. He stops himself however. No, he wouldn’t run and leave behind his companions. That was a selfish and cowardly thing to do. Gritting his teeth, well, gritting his beak, he holds his ground. Behind Sirius, of course. He wasn’t that brave.
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
Sirius narrows his eyes in doubt when Sephek says he was blessed by Icedawn on his birth. Sirius makes a quick, silent prayer to The Triad and tries to gauge with his divine sense if there's any extraplanar forces at work in Sephek.
As Sephek gets closer to Aubreen, Sirius accordingly takes calmly walks besides Aubreen now unmounting his spear from his back. Sirius places the torch in an appropriate crack in the floor to have free hands. At Aubreens ultimatum, Sirius slams the butt of his spear against the floorboards creating a sharp crack. "That, or you can try your luck with us. Then we'll haul you there ourselves so you can be judged by the families of the victims." Sirius gets right up in Sephek's face. "This is the end of the line for you, you filthy warlock. Tyr will have his way with you." (Sirius gives Aubreen the help action.)
In response to your words, Sepheks blithe expression becomes dark. As he stands so close to you, the absence of any warm air being exhaled becomes obvious. Sirius notices that he eyes the torch with particular distain.
"You hold your own abilities in high regard if you think that there is anything you can do to stop me."
With his divine sense, Sirius is able to determine that you're in the presence of an undead. The creature drops the remaining piece of glass in its right hand. "The only justice in these lands is the law of the Frostmaiden. And it was she who made me judge."
A sword made completely out of ice forms in Sepheks right hand.
"And it was she who made me executioner."
Initiative Order:
1. Sephek
2. Your entire group (go in any order) < YOUR TURN
Sephek attacks suddenly, striking twice with impossible speed at Aubreen, the sword exuding a devastating cold.
To hit: 18, Damage: 5 slashing, 6 cold
To hit: 23, Damage: 8 slashing, 7 cold
You're all in a1, the main room, unless your character wouldn't have come inside (especially directed at Zenos). As long as you're in the same area as another creature, you're considered to be in melee range. Moving to another area takes your movement.
As soon as Sephek strikes, Sirius strikes right back yelling to his companions: "He's undead". Sirius thrusts with the point of his spear and then swings at him with the butt end of his spear.
To hit: 14, Damage: 4 piercing
To hit: 8, Damage: 5 bludgeoning
Perrin gasps as Sephek Aubreen with a sword made of ice. He watches in horror as Sirius starts fighting back with his spear. Oh gods above, they were all going to die! He had to do something, but what? The only thing he could do was whistle at him or something stupid.
In his moment of panic still standing near the door where Sirius left him, Perrin notices… something within him. It was like a reservoir of strength. In a moment of panic, he instinctually reaches for it, and a sudden fire ignites in the air above his hand. It sits there, crackling and radiating warmth, and Perrin stares at it flabbergasted. Did he just do magic? Holy crap! He literally just used magic!
His excitement is short-lived as he remembers the situation they found themselves in. Focussing back on the fight, he takes a second to aim, and then he hurls his little orb of fire at Sephek. Without bothering to see if he hit or not, he ducks under a nearby table for some cover.
Produce Flame Attack: 18 Damage: 6 points of fire damage.
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
Zenos was totally in the room regretting his decision
Hoping that it would not come to this so quickly Zenos directs his anger at Sephek and lets out "Yo momma so ugly when she tried to enter the ugly contest they said, sorry no professionals"
Viscious Mockery: Wis 13 save if failed 2 psychic damage and have disadvantage on the next attack roll it makes before the end of its next turn.