Sword Coast Rambling

Satisfied that his disguise is the best it is going to get, Serak attempts to enter the rear of the Coster unseen. He searches for a rear door, loading entrance or open window.

Stealth: 16

A loud THWACK! Suddenly the smartly dressed elf falls onto the floor. Linene stands behind him, holding a thick ledger where his head used to be. 

"Right then, well it looks like you have forced my hand a bit here boys." Linene suddenly gathers herself. Looking around confidently she barks orders, starting with Brots. "You! Shorty! Watch my friend here and bar the door. If he wakes up tell him he fainted or something. Keep him here. Under no circumstances let him leave before I get back. You others, bring that sack of crud into the back room with me. This needs to be done quickly. It won't be long before the others start noticing this guy has gone missing. Come on handsome, you owe me a big favour after this!" Opening the door she gestures to Beetle and Zyltris to drag the redbrand through.

In the next room, and down a small set of stairs, the walls are covered with a variety of weapons and armour. Syna can tell that not all of these are used for combat. Beetle and Zyltris fumble the prisoner inside and throw him into the floor. The prisoner yells out, "Let go of me! You'll regret this you bloody fools!", loudly. Zyltris shushes him nervously, sure that his shouting can be heard outside.

As the others disappear from the room, Brots can hear a muffled yell from the other side of the door. Something sounding like "Let go free! You idiot this blood tools!", it doesn't make sense but it is clear enough for the gnome to know that it is the prisoner. Looking around the room Brots stands beside the smartly dressed Riardon who breathes quietly in his unconscious slumber. Around the room is scattered a number of crates and sacks, all labelled with various destinations and contents. "YARTAR", "THIS WAY UP!", "NEVERWINTER", "DANGER! DO NOT OPEN!". Disappointed in being left alone on guard duty, he heads to the door and bars it with a few crates before plonking himself on top. What was that? A noise from the back of the shop? Probably nothing... just him mind playing tricks he hopes.

[OOC: You're going to make me see what that was aren't ya haha]

Brots, hearing the noise quietly (Stealth: 16) and slowly approaches the back of the shop. He tries to peak around counters and boxes to see if he can get an eye on what it is without being known. (I'm not sure if it's Perception: 6 or Investigation: 11)

Checking around carefully, Brots investigates the slight sound he may have heard. Nothing stirs save for the slow breathing of the elf and the occassional footstep of the gnomes carefully placed feet. A sliver of red flashes past a partially open window blind. Suddenly a loud rattle from the front door, a muffled voice calls through, "LINENE? YOU STILL OPEN? HELLO?".

Linene draws out a small wooden chair and gestures to Beetle to secure the redbrand to it. She pushes herself upwards onto a nearby counter and takes a seat. "Now then, not that I'm into this exactly, but I can't say I won't enjoy watching. If you boys would like to do the honours? I'm sure you have plenty to talk about!" 

OOC: For your information more than anything. Brots has barred the doors into the coster so you will not be able to get in unless you get him to let you in or wait for them to come out again. Brots is guarding the entrance area of the store and the elf, while the others have gone into a basement type area.

After securing the Redbrand to the chair Beetle begins..."What are the Redbrands doing here in Phandalin and where is the hideout?"

Intimidation: 10

The redcloak laughs heartily at the paladins attempt. "That's no concern of yours tin man. You're going to have to do better than that if you expect me to talk. My fellow cloaks will already be looking for us, the bodies in the square will lead them right here! You'll all die in this very building. Either by blade or by fire!"

"If you were release me, I'm sure I could convince them to go easy on you!"

"I can not torture this man without losing the favor of Tyr, he would not approve as he would if it was a natural evil aligned creature.  I am going to have to leave the questioning in your 2 capable hands if we want any information from him."

Brots, hearing the sudden noise, jumps from shock and moves quickly toward the door. He takes his hand, makes a small figure 8 motion and casts Minor Illusion and he mimics the voice of Linene. "Who is it?" The mimic'd voice shouts back through the door.

Syna frowns thinking...  He then takes some leaves from his pouch and mixes them with water.  "Seeing has how we must have information.  Hold his mouth open while I pour this down his throat."  

Once the deed is done, "Now, if you would like the antidote to the poison you just drank.  You will answer the questions put to you."

<<OCC:  Oh, in Gygax in which we believe, bless this die roll! >>

Deception: 9

The voicerattles at the door again. "It's me Daran. I've got that delivery for you to send. Can you let me in? These apples are heavy."

The redbrand chokes as the liquid is poured down his throat, he gargles spitting out as much of the liquid as he can as he yells back, "Bloody Elf. You think I fear death? We redbrands fear nothing! I'd rather die than betray my brothers and at least now this stupid exercise will soon be over"

10

Brots, hesitant with everything that is going on does not open the door, instead he mimics (Minor Illusion) Linene again, flicking his hand through the air as he does so. "I'm a little busy right now hon, just leave those there and I'll grab them when I can."

Syna turns so he can't be seen by the Redcloak, and winks.  "Well, we shall see if you change your tune in when your stomach begins to eat its way out of you, but Zyltris, you can cut on him if you are impatient," he says to be heard.  To Beetle he whispers, "I don't think anyone has died from a tea for constipation before."

Deception13

2
The voice calls out again. "Your the boss Linene. I'll call back later for the payment then." The sound of crates being set down heavily follows, then quiet footsteps fade away back towards the town square, leaving Brots in silence.

21
The Redbrand shifts awkwardly in his seat. "Yer bluffin'. Elves is all the same, liars and swindlers. Yer gunna have to try harder elf. This redbrand ain't tellin' you nuthin'." He stares directly at Syna, challenging them all to do their worst.

Brots, hearing the man leave slowly unbars the door. He takes a peak outside to make sure the coast is clear and quickly drags the crates inside. He re-bars the door and proceeds to look through the crates to see what's in them.

[OOC: If you want me to do any checks let me know.]

Beetle turns to Miss Linene, "You wouldn't happen to recognize this man do you, I don't know if he happened to be a local before joining the Redbrands?  What I mean is anything you may know about him that I can use may help in this interrogation without me actually breaking my vows to Tyr."

Finding the rear door of the Coster secure, the bard elects to remain hidden by the shed. He watches the road heading east for any signs of the Redbrands approach.

Linene slides off her perch and strides over to the prisoner. She grabs his face, stare into his eyes and growls at him, "Let me look at you". The redbrand struggles against her grip and tries to viciously shake her away. "Gerrof me ye harlot!". 

After a few seconds, Linene speaks once more, "I know you don't I? You're not a local boy but you've come through my store before..... you were one of the delivery boys we used from Baldur's Gate. But... didn't the return caravan get ambushed as well? By bandits? What was your name..... Maccus wasn't it? Why are you back here?"

The redbrands face lights up with anger. Temporarily he loses control of himself. "It's Maccius you disrespecting fool. How dare you speak my name. You townies sit here all high and mighty, collecting your gold. It's about time someone like us put you back into your place! May the redbrands crush your fortune and burn all that you own."