Auriel is pleased to see that his little deception has worked like a charm and smiles slightly because of this, but otherwise remains silent as Hildigrim and Carl are doing a fine job at interrogating Spernik.
Spernik swallows hard, sweat running down his temples in rivulets as his eyes dart between Hildigrim and Carl. "Whether or not she was bound for Phlan means nothing," he argues. "Were it not for my correspondence, The Maimed Virulence could not have struck at such an opportune time. The Lord Regent could not be left alive to form resistance, and I made certain his death!"
The blue haired Eladrin smirks after the cleric’s last sentence. "This should be fun," he mutters.
He crosses his arms and leans against the nearest wall, waiting to see whether Hildigrim or Carl will deliver the news to Spernik — if they decide to share it at all.
OOC: DM, you may have missed my question in my last post. Has Hildigrim ever heard of Severin before?
Hildigrim listens without comment. When Spernik finishes, the halfling’s expression does not change. “Made certain?” he repeats quietly. His head tilts a fraction. “Curious phrasing.”
He takes a slow step across the room, glancing briefly toward Carl and Auriel before returning his attention to the bound cultist. “Because the Lord Regent is not dead.” A small pause. “If your plan required his death ... then something went wrong.”
His fingers lace behind his back again. “Which raises an interesting question.” His eyes narrow slightly. “Who failed you?” Another pause. “The Banites inside the Black Fist?” he suggests lightly. “Or the assassins you trusted to finish the work? Perhaps the devil we scared away?”
He studies Spernik carefully.
“After all ... if Severin truly restored you for your brilliance, I imagine he will be very interested in learning of your incompetent.”
OOC: Apologies for that, Hildigrim has not heard of Severin.
“Because the Lord Regent is not dead.” A small pause. “If your plan required his death ... then something went wrong.”
"What are you talking about?" Spernik snaps back. "The Lord Regent was at Valjevo Castle with the guildmasters and nobility for their conference. I saw what happened to the Castle. Nobody could have survived that. The report was confirmed."
“Which raises an interesting question.” His eyes narrow slightly. “Who failed you?” Another pause. “The Banites inside the Black Fist?” he suggests lightly. “Or the assassins you trusted to finish the work? Perhaps the devil we scared away?”
"You-you-you talk as if you understand how these things work," he stammers. "You don't. You know nothing."
“After all ... if Severin truly restored you for your brilliance, I imagine he will be very interested in learning of your incompetent.”
Spernik's glare falters for the briefest moment. "The Maimed Virulence holds this city. Phlan has fallen. That is what matters. The Black Fist has rotted from the inside, and any who are capable of turning away the Tears of Virulence are being hunted down and slaughtered as we speak. You have lost."
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Auriel is pleased to see that his little deception has worked like a charm and smiles slightly because of this, but otherwise remains silent as Hildigrim and Carl are doing a fine job at interrogating Spernik.
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Spernik swallows hard, sweat running down his temples in rivulets as his eyes dart between Hildigrim and Carl. "Whether or not she was bound for Phlan means nothing," he argues. "Were it not for my correspondence, The Maimed Virulence could not have struck at such an opportune time. The Lord Regent could not be left alive to form resistance, and I made certain his death!"
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The blue haired Eladrin smirks after the cleric’s last sentence. "This should be fun," he mutters.
He crosses his arms and leans against the nearest wall, waiting to see whether Hildigrim or Carl will deliver the news to Spernik — if they decide to share it at all.
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
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OOC: DM, you may have missed my question in my last post. Has Hildigrim ever heard of Severin before?
Hildigrim listens without comment. When Spernik finishes, the halfling’s expression does not change. “Made certain?” he repeats quietly. His head tilts a fraction. “Curious phrasing.”
He takes a slow step across the room, glancing briefly toward Carl and Auriel before returning his attention to the bound cultist. “Because the Lord Regent is not dead.” A small pause. “If your plan required his death ... then something went wrong.”
His fingers lace behind his back again. “Which raises an interesting question.” His eyes narrow slightly. “Who failed you?” Another pause. “The Banites inside the Black Fist?” he suggests lightly. “Or the assassins you trusted to finish the work? Perhaps the devil we scared away?”
He studies Spernik carefully.
“After all ... if Severin truly restored you for your brilliance, I imagine he will be very interested in learning of your incompetent.”
OOC: Apologies for that, Hildigrim has not heard of Severin.
"What are you talking about?" Spernik snaps back. "The Lord Regent was at Valjevo Castle with the guildmasters and nobility for their conference. I saw what happened to the Castle. Nobody could have survived that. The report was confirmed."
"You-you-you talk as if you understand how these things work," he stammers. "You don't. You know nothing."
Spernik's glare falters for the briefest moment. "The Maimed Virulence holds this city. Phlan has fallen. That is what matters. The Black Fist has rotted from the inside, and any who are capable of turning away the Tears of Virulence are being hunted down and slaughtered as we speak. You have lost."
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