The guards are all saved with the help of the other guards at Nighthill's order and the voluntary help of Place', but no thanks to Delirious.
Nighthill notices, "Excellent, you were able to procure a cultist. We will deal with him momentarily, but first, look here." Nighthill ushers Kod to where he was standing on the parapet, out of view from below. You see the entire East half of Greenest from above, even down one of the streets. Where Nighthill is pointing, there is a cluster of guards and cultists, about a dozen. Amid them is a woman(?) in purple robes that is issuing orders, and appears generally upset about the dragon's exit. You can't hear what he/she's saying, but you commit his/her appearance to memory. "That's the person who reacted when the dragon was yelling about leaving. I have a strong suspicion that is in fact, "Mondath" and possibly the person behind this raid. I would NOT advise attempting to go up against such a formidable force, however. Making rank in a cult is indicative of having power oneself, and they appear heavily guarded. Such an assault would be suicide. Whatever your plans are for Mondath, now is not the time for it."
Kod, and anyone else who is not saving/watching guards die who wants to look at where Nighthill is pointing:
"Mondath"
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I approach Escobert, Nighthill and attempt to pull them at individual moments, people and guard alike, aside for a moment to ask these questions.
Excuse me, may I borrow a moment of your time. asking the person for private moment to answer a few questions. I'm looking for a friend who was last seen around here, perhaps embroiled with the dragon cult? She's a half elf. (I realize i've never described Talis, so if you wanted to flavor that for me I describe her to my best ability) I put it in a spoiler for discretion but I imagine anyone nosy or perceptive could listen in. Thank you for your help. May the light of Ilmater shield us all, and all of us endure the burden he shares.
Talis the half-elf has brown hair and blue eyes, for future reference. None of the guards have seen her, or are too distracted to answer properly. Nighthill thinks about it but doesn't recall anyone with that specific hair/eye color. Escobert has never seen her in the keep, where he spends almost all his time.
Nighthill says, "Any of you who need a break may do so, if not, join me in the interrogation of this trash." Now is the time for a short rest if you want it.
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I don't need to rest, but I don't need to be present for the interrogation. I will tend to the people. I spend my time comforting the people, commending the guards for their valiance, offering my healer's kits ( I don't think I'll have a use for them... ever) and sharing the word of Ilmater, the best that I am able. 5 Religion
Alot has happened I must reflect and meditate on this Looks around to the interrogators on which to trust to ask a question potato and Delirious... whispers to self (kinda wish Lyria was here)... Nighthill if you get the chance could you ask if a 10 eyed beast metaphorical or real means anything to him I would greatly appreciate it.
I look for a large tree or plant in the courtyard one that looks like it will be there for years if not just a quite place
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Hordkhen sighs "I need to sit down a spell, all yours." He steps over the cultist, and pauses, and lightly kicks them again to make sure they're woken- "Before I go meatbag, just make sure you have a good conversation with this gentleman. If not, i'm not going to get angry; its just gonna hurt." He squats and leans into the prisoners' face. "I'm not really going to enjoy it- I served on a privateering ship- crew was humans and an elf. In general, I like your people when they organize, I really do." His pupils dialate, frills along his neck extend and tense- "But I've run into your type so many times. They took to calling me Tar- it's 'drag' in your language- for how many stubborn shits i've had to haul up-side a barnacled keel before they talk." Tar pinches the cultists' head and points it to Kod- "..landlocked as we are, i'll make do with clapping hot iron to the pieces of you he doesn't tear off." He releases him, visibly relaxes and straightens his robe and pats the cultist. "Have a nice talk instead.", he says walking off to have a short rest.
Lyria goes around comforting folk and generally spreading as much calm as she can.
Kod chills out for a while.
Nighthill regards Place's question, "Hmm. Interesting. I'll at least ask him about it." Place' finds a quiet place for meditation near a small garden. There are no trees in the courtyard.
The cultist says nothing at Hordkhen's statements, just stares at him.
Potato and Delirious follow Nighthill to a secluded room. Escobert stands outside after escorting the tied up cultist to a chair inside. Nighthill addresses the two of you before you enter. "You may participate if you'd like, but just having you in the room will be helpful. Ask whatever questions you'd like, but we're not here to kill him, at least not until we've asked all the questions we want and are satisfied with his answers." He enters the room.
What are Potato and Delirious doing?
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Potato enters, not entirely sure what he should be doing. Barbarians don't interrogate. But, he might share a speaking tongue with the cultist, so he situates himself next to the door. He stays ready in case the cultist tries something funny.
Escobert closes the door from the outside. (Even though only Potato and Delirious are in the room, I won't be using spoilers assuming Nighthill will relay all pertinent information to the rest of you, so feel free to read along.)
Nighthill paces around the room while speaking. "Here's the deal, you piece of human garbage, you're going to answer our questions, and if we feel you answered them well enough, we might let you leave. If we don't think you're being completely honest, the inside of this room is the last thing you'll ever see, understand? So start talking. Why is your cult here, raiding the tiny little town of Greenest?"
"I'm not telling you shit. You'll all burn when we're through here!" The cultist spits on the floor.
"That's a shame."Nighthill looks to Potato and Delirious with a grin. "Gentlemen?"
What will Potato and Delirious do?
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Potato, still not sure how interrogation works as barbarians just kill what's threatening, opts for the other barbarian tactic of simply beating on what is merely offensive. He tosses his onion aside then leaps up on the cultist's lap, clutches at him with fistfuls of shirt and headbutts him repeatedly until he makes intelligible noises, shrieking all the while.
Potato decides to smash faces and Delirious slices a finger. He doesn't make it all the way through the finger before Nighthill palms his face and says, "Gentlemen? A word." He brings you to the other side of the room and in a hushed, but scolding tone says, "Have either of you ever interrogated anyone before? You don't start with torture! You build up to it, otherwise, you have nothing to build up to. I'm going to take back over. I'll let you know if I need you to intervene again."
False! When you start with the little finger you have the rest of the body to build up to. It all depends on how many pieces he is willing to lose before he talks. You would be surprised how much of your body you can live without."
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Nighthill shakes his head and walks back over to the cultist. "I'll allow you one more opportunity to answer questions or my friends will finish what I let them start."13
The cultist stares at Nighthill for a second, glances to Potato who looks eager and jumpy, then to Delirious who is nodding his head and licking the blood off his yklwa while keeping eye contact. He shudders, then looks back to Nighthill. "We are the Cult of the Dragon and we are collecting for the great hoard that will usher in the reign of the Queen of Dragons.”
"There, you see? If you had done that right away you wouldn't be so close to missing body parts. 'Usher in the reign of the Dragon Queen,' What does that mean?"
"You fool! The Queen of all chromatic dragons! She requires a hoard like none before it to entice her into this world. We've been raiding small towns, and our numbers are growing. You won't be able to stop us when we gather the wealth required to summon her. We have dragons, and we're breeding more. Your world will become her new home, and prosperity will come for her followers. Join the cult, or be swept away when she returns."
"They really have you believing that the low man on the totem will see any of that prosperity? But, yes, I'm the fool... Say do you know anything about a ten eyed creature? Asking for a friend."
The cultist begins laughing, "You really are dense. Five dragon colors... five heads... count the eyes? Really couldn't figure that out?
Nighthill clenches his teeth. "Any questions for our guest before I finish up?"
"OK, I'll just wait and see if he dies naturally."
Delirious sits down next to one of the near dead guards and watches as he twinges in agony.
The guards are all saved with the help of the other guards at Nighthill's order and the voluntary help of Place', but no thanks to Delirious.
Nighthill notices, "Excellent, you were able to procure a cultist. We will deal with him momentarily, but first, look here." Nighthill ushers Kod to where he was standing on the parapet, out of view from below. You see the entire East half of Greenest from above, even down one of the streets. Where Nighthill is pointing, there is a cluster of guards and cultists, about a dozen. Amid them is a woman(?) in purple robes that is issuing orders, and appears generally upset about the dragon's exit. You can't hear what he/she's saying, but you commit his/her appearance to memory. "That's the person who reacted when the dragon was yelling about leaving. I have a strong suspicion that is in fact, "Mondath" and possibly the person behind this raid. I would NOT advise attempting to go up against such a formidable force, however. Making rank in a cult is indicative of having power oneself, and they appear heavily guarded. Such an assault would be suicide. Whatever your plans are for Mondath, now is not the time for it."
Kod, and anyone else who is not saving/watching guards die who wants to look at where Nighthill is pointing:
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
I came her to kill Mondath. Now killing her is in your best intrest too."
I approach Escobert, Nighthill and attempt to pull them at individual moments, people and guard alike, aside for a moment to ask these questions.
Excuse me, may I borrow a moment of your time. asking the person for private moment to answer a few questions. I'm looking for a friend who was last seen around here, perhaps embroiled with the dragon cult? She's a half elf. (I realize i've never described Talis, so if you wanted to flavor that for me I describe her to my best ability) I put it in a spoiler for discretion but I imagine anyone nosy or perceptive could listen in. Thank you for your help. May the light of Ilmater shield us all, and all of us endure the burden he shares.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
Mondath Longbow Attack: 9 Damage: 8
"You mean that sexy beast?" Shooting an arrow in her general direction.
Lyria:
Talis the half-elf has brown hair and blue eyes, for future reference. None of the guards have seen her, or are too distracted to answer properly. Nighthill thinks about it but doesn't recall anyone with that specific hair/eye color. Escobert has never seen her in the keep, where he spends almost all his time.
Nighthill says, "Any of you who need a break may do so, if not, join me in the interrogation of this trash." Now is the time for a short rest if you want it.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
I don't need to rest, but I don't need to be present for the interrogation. I will tend to the people. I spend my time comforting the people, commending the guards for their valiance, offering my healer's kits ( I don't think I'll have a use for them... ever) and sharing the word of Ilmater, the best that I am able. 5 Religion
Rainbow....... Mooo....
Kod leaves interrogating to nighthill and goes to catch his breath and check his weapons.
Hit die 14
Alot has happened I must reflect and meditate on this Looks around to the interrogators on which to trust to ask a question potato and Delirious... whispers to self (kinda wish Lyria was here)... Nighthill if you get the chance could you ask if a 10 eyed beast metaphorical or real means anything to him I would greatly appreciate it.
I look for a large tree or plant in the courtyard one that looks like it will be there for years if not just a quite place
Chronomancy!!!
Potato sips on a healing potion in between bites of an onion. Where the frick is he getting these onions?!
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Hordkhen sighs "I need to sit down a spell, all yours." He steps over the cultist, and pauses, and lightly kicks them again to make sure they're woken- "Before I go meatbag, just make sure you have a good conversation with this gentleman. If not, i'm not going to get angry; its just gonna hurt." He squats and leans into the prisoners' face. "I'm not really going to enjoy it- I served on a privateering ship- crew was humans and an elf. In general, I like your people when they organize, I really do." His pupils dialate, frills along his neck extend and tense- "But I've run into your type so many times. They took to calling me Tar- it's 'drag' in your language- for how many stubborn shits i've had to haul up-side a barnacled keel before they talk." Tar pinches the cultists' head and points it to Kod- "..landlocked as we are, i'll make do with clapping hot iron to the pieces of you he doesn't tear off." He releases him, visibly relaxes and straightens his robe and pats the cultist. "Have a nice talk instead.", he says walking off to have a short rest.
Short rest- 12
Lyria goes around comforting folk and generally spreading as much calm as she can.
Kod chills out for a while.
Nighthill regards Place's question, "Hmm. Interesting. I'll at least ask him about it." Place' finds a quiet place for meditation near a small garden. There are no trees in the courtyard.
The cultist says nothing at Hordkhen's statements, just stares at him.
Potato and Delirious follow Nighthill to a secluded room. Escobert stands outside after escorting the tied up cultist to a chair inside. Nighthill addresses the two of you before you enter. "You may participate if you'd like, but just having you in the room will be helpful. Ask whatever questions you'd like, but we're not here to kill him, at least not until we've asked all the questions we want and are satisfied with his answers." He enters the room.
What are Potato and Delirious doing?
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Potato enters, not entirely sure what he should be doing. Barbarians don't interrogate. But, he might share a speaking tongue with the cultist, so he situates himself next to the door. He stays ready in case the cultist tries something funny.
Delirious begins to look through his gear for things he can use to torture the cultists.
Escobert closes the door from the outside. (Even though only Potato and Delirious are in the room, I won't be using spoilers assuming Nighthill will relay all pertinent information to the rest of you, so feel free to read along.)
Nighthill paces around the room while speaking. "Here's the deal, you piece of human garbage, you're going to answer our questions, and if we feel you answered them well enough, we might let you leave. If we don't think you're being completely honest, the inside of this room is the last thing you'll ever see, understand? So start talking. Why is your cult here, raiding the tiny little town of Greenest?"
"I'm not telling you shit. You'll all burn when we're through here!" The cultist spits on the floor.
"That's a shame." Nighthill looks to Potato and Delirious with a grin. "Gentlemen?"
What will Potato and Delirious do?
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Potato, still not sure how interrogation works as barbarians just kill what's threatening, opts for the other barbarian tactic of simply beating on what is merely offensive. He tosses his onion aside then leaps up on the cultist's lap, clutches at him with fistfuls of shirt and headbutts him repeatedly until he makes intelligible noises, shrieking all the while.
Attack 14 Damage 1
Delirious pulls out one of his Yklwas an removes the cultists small finger off his right hand.
"Every time you refuse to answer a question, I'll take another finger. If you run out of fingers I'll have to start getting creative..."
Delirious stares at the cultists crotch in a suggestive way.
Survival: 12
Potato decides to smash faces and Delirious slices a finger. He doesn't make it all the way through the finger before Nighthill palms his face and says, "Gentlemen? A word." He brings you to the other side of the room and in a hushed, but scolding tone says, "Have either of you ever interrogated anyone before? You don't start with torture! You build up to it, otherwise, you have nothing to build up to. I'm going to take back over. I'll let you know if I need you to intervene again."
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
False! When you start with the little finger you have the rest of the body to build up to. It all depends on how many pieces he is willing to lose before he talks. You would be surprised how much of your body you can live without."
Nighthill shakes his head and walks back over to the cultist. "I'll allow you one more opportunity to answer questions or my friends will finish what I let them start." 13
The cultist stares at Nighthill for a second, glances to Potato who looks eager and jumpy, then to Delirious who is nodding his head and licking the blood off his yklwa while keeping eye contact. He shudders, then looks back to Nighthill. "We are the Cult of the Dragon and we are collecting for the great hoard that will usher in the reign of the Queen of Dragons.”
"There, you see? If you had done that right away you wouldn't be so close to missing body parts. 'Usher in the reign of the Dragon Queen,' What does that mean?"
"You fool! The Queen of all chromatic dragons! She requires a hoard like none before it to entice her into this world. We've been raiding small towns, and our numbers are growing. You won't be able to stop us when we gather the wealth required to summon her. We have dragons, and we're breeding more. Your world will become her new home, and prosperity will come for her followers. Join the cult, or be swept away when she returns."
"They really have you believing that the low man on the totem will see any of that prosperity? But, yes, I'm the fool... Say do you know anything about a ten eyed creature? Asking for a friend."
The cultist begins laughing, "You really are dense. Five dragon colors... five heads... count the eyes? Really couldn't figure that out?
Nighthill clenches his teeth. "Any questions for our guest before I finish up?"
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...