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"Heh... Ehh... True as that may be, Villie, I... Mmn..."Boozey trailed for moment scratching his head in thought. But then with a tired groan and a dismissive wave of the hand, he adds, "Ya know what? Fair enough. If nothing else, better in our hands then Claugy's men -- a-at least, fer now. But, only the lockbox stuff. But, the rest has to stay, least it weigh us down or give the wrong impression later once we're on the move."The halfling relented, if only to a point. For it didn't matter if the rest could be stuffed into the bag of holding, as that space might very well be soon reserved for more important commodities.
Boozey once again took stock of his own injuries, and after a moment's hesitation, opted to use a bit more salve and bandages from his quickly diminishing supply of healer's kits to further reinforce his previous treatment. "Look alive, Raist. Looks like sleeping beauty is waking."He notes, signaling the wizard to be ready with counter spells, while the halfling in the meantime stood nearby, looking to gauge the cultist initial reaction to waking up captured.
- Spending 3 more hit die/kit uses to restore 24 Hp to Boozey.
(OOC: Rolling the potion dice for Farvnik here, assuming @Drache opted for a vial of the common variety: 7.)
Villonah turns to look at Doozey. "Oh, it doesn't sit well with me either, but I guess I am trying to be realistic here. If we need resources to save people, we could put these to good use. But..." she waves to gesture towards the commoners saved from the streets. "...if we don't need it all, then we can instead use the coin in making sure these folks have a life afterwards."She raises both hands. "Either way, we gotta make sure there is an afterwards first."
While this conversation goes on, Neya uses some rope to tie Farvnik up. She uses one of the knots learned in her training, correcting herself in the process to ensure a tighter fit. She then raises a vial to indicate she is ready to start questioning the cultist. The halfling ranger takes the signal and speeds up his first-aid-administration, focusing back on his own wounds next. (Doozey recovers 24 HP.)
Neya administers the potion. Farvnik begins to come back into his own mind: "What? I... Arhhg....my head.... Where? Wait.... you, you didn't kill me? You pathetic weaklings!" He then begins to laugh mockingly at the group, presumably for showing mercy. His laugh is marred with strains of pain.
"Are you talking about that dragon? It's been a while, but, is that Claugiyliamatar?" Neya asks, thrusting her thumb in the general direction towards the castle.
Though Doozey would nod along in agreement, his expression still carried a hint of lingering misgivings over the idea of taking any of the misbegotten goods and coin. Be all that as it may however, he wouldn't take back his suggestion to take the lockboxes with them, if only to put it to good use later down the line.
Eventually, Farvnik's ranting does break through to the halfling ranger, who after tightening one last bandage would make his way over to glare at the elf. "Either that, or she got herself one hell'uva look-alike consort." He chimed in without looking away from Farvnik. "Regardless, what's make'n ya so confident Phlan and its people is gonna fall into her service? We kicked yer ass well enough, and the city's defender aren't like to buckle that is from this 'little' attack, dragon or no."He asks, hoping to goad Farvnik a little into revealing something more.
"How dare you!" Farvnik snaps at Neya. "That is master Claugiyliamatar, Old Gnawbones herself, the Devourer of Men! She is a green dragon of incredible size and power who now rules Phlan by right of conquest. You owe her your unbendable servitude!"
Then, the mention of the word "consort" pulls Farvnik's attention over to Doozey. Annoyed at first, the elf spellcaster (the enemy one, not Raist) then clings to another word in the halfling's goading statement: "defenders". At that word, he begins laughing evilly, before revealing: "Defenders? What defenders? We had learned there was a secret conference in Valjevo Castle attended by the Lord Regent, the masters of the town’s four major guilds, and the head of each noble house. You saw what happended to the castle, did you not? Your defenders are all slain and no one in the town now lives with a claim to the Cinnabar Throne!"
You all then hear the sounds of a moving set of armor. Aleyd appears next to Farvnik and delivers a potent, gauntleted backhand to the elf, nearly forcing him into unconsciousness again. She says no words in the moment, but her facial expression betrays a mix of anger and devastation at the news just revealed.
Still knelt with Imizael, Utar nods. "I cannot say what Mar would have us do, but I do know he died showing us his courage. He leapt into battle, thinking not of himself but of this place, his friends and you."
After a pause, Utar adds, "Perhaps if you would allow, I might perform a ritual? It would hold his body as it currently is, decay would not take hold and while he would not live, undeath would not be able to claim him."
If Imizael allows it, cast gentle repose as a ritual.
Imizael allows a few more tears to move down her face before nodding to Utar: "Yes... Yes..." Her emotions continue to pour over, her crying intensifies, and she holds one of Mar's hands tightly as Utar begins to perform his respectful ritual.
(OOC: Performing this ritual takes some 10 minutes, so I'll wait a bit more to see if others react to my previous post.)
Despite half expecting the worse given Captain Aleyd's prior warning of 'something' going down in the castle, Doozey's eyes still went a little wide in alarm. As he stood there for a moment quietly fighting to regain his composure, Aleyd's sudden attack has the ranger hopping a step back and biscuit letting out a 'Boof!?'. Doozey starts to say something to her, but seeing her expression in the wake of her action leaves him hesitant.
After a moment or two, he goes over to grab Favnik by the collar and steady the elf, and waited until he got at least some of his bearings back. "... It seems my compatriot here doesn't care too much fer lies, and frankly neither do I. 'cause how by the ninez would she have even known about this so called secret conference?" He scoffs. "Or is the next thing you gonna tell us House Sokol sold everyone out? Or was it maybe some fist higher up? I think we can agree that old Gnawbones is many things, but she ain't fool hardy enough to gamble her life when security both inside and out would've been heightened now would she?" He asks, again trying to goad the elf into revealing just a little more...
Meanwhile, Biscuit stands a little more on guard and poised to interecede the next time Aleyd has another outburst at the prisoner.
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"Quite frankly, that dragon actually saved us the trouble. Someone in a nearby forest views her as quite the problem and asked us to remove her, permanently. Locating her was one of our major hurdles."
Farvnik spits some blood on the ground before responding to Doozey: "Lies?! Hahahaha. Go on and tell yourself whatever it is you need to. Plenty of information going around if you know whom to ask. Plenty of willing tongues to spill the tea for the right price." He pauses for a second bout of red-tinged expectoration. "But spare me your questions. I do not know who those citizens might be. All I can say on that front is that I and the rest of my cultists got into town aboard ships. I do not know the arrangement, but we were docked for days while other allied ships arrived. No one ever searched or inventoried our vessel as would be expected from the dockmaster."
Aleyd is fuming silently now, just a few steps away. Biscuit moves to be able to easily intercept her if needed.
When Neya suggests that the dragon might have done them a favor similarly to how a mouse might do when leaving its burrow to encounter an expectant cat, Farvnik's attitude become more defiant: "HAHAHA! Go on and try if you so wish for death. Claugiyliamatar has allied with the Cult of the Dragon in exchange for the town of Phlan, which now belongs to her. There is nothing you can do except serve or die!" He then resumes his triumphant laugh.
"I'll do it," Neya nods and takes the rope and starts binding Farvnik.
Sleight of hand: 13
(Tactical mind, if needed: 7)
She then produces a potion of healing to perk him up.
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"Heh... Ehh... True as that may be, Villie, I... Mmn..." Boozey trailed for moment scratching his head in thought. But then with a tired groan and a dismissive wave of the hand, he adds, "Ya know what? Fair enough. If nothing else, better in our hands then Claugy's men -- a-at least, fer now. But, only the lockbox stuff. But, the rest has to stay, least it weigh us down or give the wrong impression later once we're on the move." The halfling relented, if only to a point. For it didn't matter if the rest could be stuffed into the bag of holding, as that space might very well be soon reserved for more important commodities.
Boozey once again took stock of his own injuries, and after a moment's hesitation, opted to use a bit more salve and bandages from his quickly diminishing supply of healer's kits to further reinforce his previous treatment. "Look alive, Raist. Looks like sleeping beauty is waking." He notes, signaling the wizard to be ready with counter spells, while the halfling in the meantime stood nearby, looking to gauge the cultist initial reaction to waking up captured.
- Spending 3 more hit die/kit uses to restore 24 Hp to Boozey.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
(OOC: Rolling the potion dice for Farvnik here, assuming @Drache opted for a vial of the common variety: 7.)
Villonah turns to look at Doozey. "Oh, it doesn't sit well with me either, but I guess I am trying to be realistic here. If we need resources to save people, we could put these to good use. But..." she waves to gesture towards the commoners saved from the streets. "...if we don't need it all, then we can instead use the coin in making sure these folks have a life afterwards." She raises both hands. "Either way, we gotta make sure there is an afterwards first."
While this conversation goes on, Neya uses some rope to tie Farvnik up. She uses one of the knots learned in her training, correcting herself in the process to ensure a tighter fit. She then raises a vial to indicate she is ready to start questioning the cultist. The halfling ranger takes the signal and speeds up his first-aid-administration, focusing back on his own wounds next. (Doozey recovers 24 HP.)
Neya administers the potion. Farvnik begins to come back into his own mind: "What? I... Arhhg....my head.... Where? Wait.... you, you didn't kill me? You pathetic weaklings!" He then begins to laugh mockingly at the group, presumably for showing mercy. His laugh is marred with strains of pain.
Farvnik spits some blood on the ground. “It is just a matter of time before you all fall into the service of the new ruler of Phlan!”
"Are you talking about that dragon? It's been a while, but, is that Claugiyliamatar?" Neya asks, thrusting her thumb in the general direction towards the castle.
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Though Doozey would nod along in agreement, his expression still carried a hint of lingering misgivings over the idea of taking any of the misbegotten goods and coin. Be all that as it may however, he wouldn't take back his suggestion to take the lockboxes with them, if only to put it to good use later down the line.
Eventually, Farvnik's ranting does break through to the halfling ranger, who after tightening one last bandage would make his way over to glare at the elf. "Either that, or she got herself one hell'uva look-alike consort." He chimed in without looking away from Farvnik. "Regardless, what's make'n ya so confident Phlan and its people is gonna fall into her service? We kicked yer ass well enough, and the city's defender aren't like to buckle that is from this 'little' attack, dragon or no." He asks, hoping to goad Farvnik a little into revealing something more.
-Persuasion: 24. (if needed)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"How dare you!" Farvnik snaps at Neya. "That is master Claugiyliamatar, Old Gnawbones herself, the Devourer of Men! She is a green dragon of incredible size and power who now rules Phlan by right of conquest. You owe her your unbendable servitude!"
Then, the mention of the word "consort" pulls Farvnik's attention over to Doozey. Annoyed at first, the elf spellcaster (the enemy one, not Raist) then clings to another word in the halfling's goading statement: "defenders". At that word, he begins laughing evilly, before revealing: "Defenders? What defenders? We had learned there was a secret conference in Valjevo Castle attended by the Lord Regent, the masters of the town’s four major guilds, and the head of each noble house. You saw what happended to the castle, did you not? Your defenders are all slain and no one in the town now lives with a claim to the Cinnabar Throne!"
You all then hear the sounds of a moving set of armor. Aleyd appears next to Farvnik and delivers a potent, gauntleted backhand to the elf, nearly forcing him into unconsciousness again. She says no words in the moment, but her facial expression betrays a mix of anger and devastation at the news just revealed.
Still knelt with Imizael, Utar nods. "I cannot say what Mar would have us do, but I do know he died showing us his courage. He leapt into battle, thinking not of himself but of this place, his friends and you."
After a pause, Utar adds, "Perhaps if you would allow, I might perform a ritual? It would hold his body as it currently is, decay would not take hold and while he would not live, undeath would not be able to claim him."
If Imizael allows it, cast gentle repose as a ritual.
Imizael allows a few more tears to move down her face before nodding to Utar: "Yes... Yes..." Her emotions continue to pour over, her crying intensifies, and she holds one of Mar's hands tightly as Utar begins to perform his respectful ritual.
(OOC: Performing this ritual takes some 10 minutes, so I'll wait a bit more to see if others react to my previous post.)
Despite half expecting the worse given Captain Aleyd's prior warning of 'something' going down in the castle, Doozey's eyes still went a little wide in alarm. As he stood there for a moment quietly fighting to regain his composure, Aleyd's sudden attack has the ranger hopping a step back and biscuit letting out a 'Boof!?'. Doozey starts to say something to her, but seeing her expression in the wake of her action leaves him hesitant.
After a moment or two, he goes over to grab Favnik by the collar and steady the elf, and waited until he got at least some of his bearings back. "... It seems my compatriot here doesn't care too much fer lies, and frankly neither do I. 'cause how by the ninez would she have even known about this so called secret conference?" He scoffs. "Or is the next thing you gonna tell us House Sokol sold everyone out? Or was it maybe some fist higher up? I think we can agree that old Gnawbones is many things, but she ain't fool hardy enough to gamble her life when security both inside and out would've been heightened now would she?" He asks, again trying to goad the elf into revealing just a little more...
Meanwhile, Biscuit stands a little more on guard and poised to interecede the next time Aleyd has another outburst at the prisoner.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Persuasion: 21. (if needed. I would've guidance myself as well, but couldn't figure out a good way to work it in this time.)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Quite frankly, that dragon actually saved us the trouble. Someone in a nearby forest views her as quite the problem and asked us to remove her, permanently. Locating her was one of our major hurdles."
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Farvnik spits some blood on the ground before responding to Doozey: "Lies?! Hahahaha. Go on and tell yourself whatever it is you need to. Plenty of information going around if you know whom to ask. Plenty of willing tongues to spill the tea for the right price." He pauses for a second bout of red-tinged expectoration. "But spare me your questions. I do not know who those citizens might be. All I can say on that front is that I and the rest of my cultists got into town aboard ships. I do not know the arrangement, but we were docked for days while other allied ships arrived. No one ever searched or inventoried our vessel as would be expected from the dockmaster."
Aleyd is fuming silently now, just a few steps away. Biscuit moves to be able to easily intercept her if needed.
When Neya suggests that the dragon might have done them a favor similarly to how a mouse might do when leaving its burrow to encounter an expectant cat, Farvnik's attitude become more defiant: "HAHAHA! Go on and try if you so wish for death. Claugiyliamatar has allied with the Cult of the Dragon in exchange for the town of Phlan, which now belongs to her. There is nothing you can do except serve or die!" He then resumes his triumphant laugh.