"I agree with leaves. We complete the task at hand, get paid and free Locke. Then we decide on who best to support. My preference is the watch but I will go with the group's discretion." Tak adds.
A snoozing Watchman leaning on his spear jerks awake. "Witherwick? What? Where!" He takes a look around and then grins sheepishly. "Oh, it's Witherwick that you want, not Witherwick that's 'ere." He says, tapping his nose sagely. " Well, I'm afeared to say the good captain ain't in at the moment. " He looks curiously at the man in Atlas' grip.
"Where do you keep members of the guard that abuse their power and command their men to assault and murder innocent civilians?" Shiv will say to the man.
"Eh?" The guard inquires. " The dungeon, o' course, but you don't have proper authoriza...tion. " The man trails off as he looks at Atlas and the half-crushed man in his arms. "Right, you're members of the Watch. I'll trust ye on this one." The second look he gives you tells you that it has more to do with intimidation than trust. Handing you a pair of keys, he points you to the dungeon and steps aside.
The dungeon is situated beneath a trapdoor in the Watchtower, padlocked securely. After unlocking it with your newly acquired keys and descending a flight of stone steps, you emerge into a dimly lit dungeon, water trickling and forming puddles beneath your feet. A guard nearly as large as Atlas steps forward, a set of keys dangling from his belt and a torch in his hand. "Right, what d'you want then?" He asks aggressively .
"We are here to deposit a corrupt member of the watch. He needs to be detained until he can stand trial for abuse of power and commanding fellow members of the watch to assult and possibly murder innocent civilians sir" Shiv will say looking to the man and then to Atlas.
"Then I'm sure his superiors would want to know how he has abused his station." The Warforged eyes glow with intensity. "He must be held accountable. Are you going to obstruct justice?"
"I agree with leaves. We complete the task at hand, get paid and free Locke. Then we decide on who best to support. My preference is the watch but I will go with the group's discretion." Tak adds.
Leaves was pretty sure they were being trailed, so she spoke quietly in Auran, language of the winds and all birdfolk.
"...Da ilai sui'assil suhrh zu'su rsuhss uuhrph zi'auhs?*1"Interestingly, her tone of voice had completely changed, sounding vaguely Elvish. And Male.
This previous sentence was in the tones of abject incredulity that couldn't be hidden by the song-like language. She could believe no one was absolutely this naive. Their employer did not trust them, and had every reason to withhold payment, since he believed he held a hostage they valued. At best, they would receive a pittance. At worst, the man might choose to just dispose of them once the job was complete. Their working relationship was not one of employer and employee, but hostage and kidnapper.
She explained her thoughts to him along those lines in singing undertones.
Jevyn sent Esme on ahead to search for Atlas and Shiv, or rather, to observe the people coming and going around the Watchtower. Hearing Leaves' speech, Jevyn cocked his head to the side. He responded in a more gravelly dialect of Primordial. "Zhe rue sipre kvelre vai klie grele, drea? Shures zhe fro dmivre dlere lebrena?"
Terran Primordial Translation:
"We can always dispose of them instead, no? Shall we go shopping for security?"
Leaves, however, did not speak primordial very well, catching nothing on short hand, and wasn't sure anyone else in the group did better. "Don't speak your gobbledygook at me! And the same to you!" She said waspishly, turning and shaking a feathered fist at Jevyn. She naturally assumed he had insulted her somehow with his crude rock like language. Terran being inimical to the element of air.
Jevyn cocked an eyebrow at Leaves' statement. "I thought that Terran and Auran were just dialects. I didn't even know you spoke Auran. That's pretty impressive, considering how I can't get my tongue around anything but Terran."
Shiv would follow Atlas, leaving both his scimitars drawn and ready to strike anyone that gets between them and Whitherwick.
"I agree with leaves. We complete the task at hand, get paid and free Locke. Then we decide on who best to support. My preference is the watch but I will go with the group's discretion." Tak adds.
Shiv and Atlas escort the pale man back to the Watchtower, which they find almost deserted.
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"Whitherwick!!!! HEY! WHITHERWICK!!!!!" the Viashino will yell loudly looking around the watchtower.
A snoozing Watchman leaning on his spear jerks awake. "Witherwick? What? Where!" He takes a look around and then grins sheepishly. "Oh, it's Witherwick that you want, not Witherwick that's 'ere." He says, tapping his nose sagely. " Well, I'm afeared to say the good captain ain't in at the moment. " He looks curiously at the man in Atlas' grip.
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"Where do you keep members of the guard that abuse their power and command their men to assault and murder innocent civilians?" Shiv will say to the man.
Tak will fly up to get a view of where the tower is and fly back down to the group to head that way.
Perception: 22
"Eh?" The guard inquires. " The dungeon, o' course, but you don't have proper authoriza...tion. " The man trails off as he looks at Atlas and the half-crushed man in his arms. "Right, you're members of the Watch. I'll trust ye on this one." The second look he gives you tells you that it has more to do with intimidation than trust. Handing you a pair of keys, he points you to the dungeon and steps aside.
The dungeon is situated beneath a trapdoor in the Watchtower, padlocked securely. After unlocking it with your newly acquired keys and descending a flight of stone steps, you emerge into a dimly lit dungeon, water trickling and forming puddles beneath your feet. A guard nearly as large as Atlas steps forward, a set of keys dangling from his belt and a torch in his hand. "Right, what d'you want then?" He asks aggressively .
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"We are here to deposit a corrupt member of the watch. He needs to be detained until he can stand trial for abuse of power and commanding fellow members of the watch to assult and possibly murder innocent civilians sir" Shiv will say looking to the man and then to Atlas.
He holds out his prisoner for the other Watch Officer "We must also speak with Whitherwick. Where may we find him?"
"That's bloody Captain Grivvle you got there!" The man gasps . "This, sirs, h'is a serious h'offense."
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"Then I'm sure his superiors would want to know how he has abused his station." The Warforged eyes glow with intensity. "He must be held accountable. Are you going to obstruct justice?"
"Leave im to me. You two get." The man says. "He'll be questioned, right and properlike."
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Atlas deposits the Captain directly into the Officer's arms "What might we call you?"
Shiv will give the man a long hard look, trying to decide if he is telling the truth.
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Leaves was pretty sure they were being trailed, so she spoke quietly in Auran, language of the winds and all birdfolk.
This previous sentence was in the tones of abject incredulity that couldn't be hidden by the song-like language. She could believe no one was absolutely this naive. Their employer did not trust them, and had every reason to withhold payment, since he believed he held a hostage they valued. At best, they would receive a pittance. At worst, the man might choose to just dispose of them once the job was complete. Their working relationship was not one of employer and employee, but hostage and kidnapper.
She explained her thoughts to him along those lines in singing undertones.
Auran Translation 1*
"Riggs." Says the man shortly. From what Shiv can tell the man is only doing his job.
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Jevyn sent Esme on ahead to search for Atlas and Shiv, or rather, to observe the people coming and going around the Watchtower. Hearing Leaves' speech, Jevyn cocked his head to the side. He responded in a more gravelly dialect of Primordial. "Zhe rue sipre kvelre vai klie grele, drea? Shures zhe fro dmivre dlere lebrena?"
Terran Primordial Translation:
"We can always dispose of them instead, no? Shall we go shopping for security?"
Leaves, however, did not speak primordial very well, catching nothing on short hand, and wasn't sure anyone else in the group did better. "Don't speak your gobbledygook at me! And the same to you!" She said waspishly, turning and shaking a feathered fist at Jevyn. She naturally assumed he had insulted her somehow with his crude rock like language. Terran being inimical to the element of air.
Jevyn cocked an eyebrow at Leaves' statement. "I thought that Terran and Auran were just dialects. I didn't even know you spoke Auran. That's pretty impressive, considering how I can't get my tongue around anything but Terran."