You recall that King Brocc banned the worship of any gods of magic about twenty years ago -- it was this action that caused the War of Magick and Machines. The Followers of the Long Knife, for instance, were adherents of the God of Wizards Azuth. You don't recall anything specific about Nuitari from the history books, though this may be because they were altered after King Brocc's proclamation.
There appears to be no one else in The Canary, but the back door is still open from Captain Graddor's expeditious retreat from the fight.
Just as Alden asks Yoric how long the spell asks, you see the two acolytes start to stir. As they notice they are both bound they independently bolted upright and see their two comrades laying on the floor, their leader in a pool of blood. They look at one another in shock and you hear the half-orc murmur "Oh...oh, no....."
The human, for his part looks at all of you with burning hatred in his eyes, a few tears forming in his eye. "You...murdered them? Brother Himo and Sister Sibyl." He wails and begins sobbing.
You find a number of rags on the floor behind the bar, all of which are in various states of dirtiness. All of them have at least a few unidentified stains on them. Some stink of urine, others of vomit. Two or three of the rags in the pile smell mostly like dirt and are probably the least objectionable of the bunch.
You also find, behind the bar, an officer's hat from the Languedoc Royal Navy. On the interior is stitched "Property of Capt. H. Graddor, Commanding Officer, Royal Garrison of Yellow Creek." It appears to have been knocked off in the scuffle prior to your arrival.
The human acolyte looks embarrassed for a moment, but then shoots back at Yoric. "Yeah, well, we was warned about what would happen when the capital sent their goons down here. That damned Graddor. He promised us as long as the capital got their ore we could do what we liked. We never should have trusted him."
The half-orc sits there, just staring at the body of the female acolyte, saying nothing,
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Yoric pulls out the least objectionable rags and takes them to the acolytes. “I’m no goon. I prefer to talk. I’d prefer to talk with you, instead of Captain Courage. So can you tell me what’s happening before I get the spin job?” He sits down in front of them. “And while we talk, we can spit in Graddor’s hat a couple times. See if he notices before he puts it back on.” Yoric sets the hat in front of them.
The two Acolytes look at each other for a moment, deciding what to say, before the half-orc speaks.
"We are initiates of a church here in Yellow Creek that follows the old ways. Your King does not allow any gods other than that wretched Engineer, so we have had to be...creative in how we worship. The town has an arrangement with Graddor. We do not interfere with the operation of the mine, and he allows us to live our lives without fear of disappearing in the middle of the night or having our limbs ripped off of our bodies one by one.'
The half-orc's voice is resigned as he speaks. In contrast, the human's voice still burns with an anger that is barely contained.
"Our friends alerted us of a radiogram that war criminal Admiral Garrock sent to Captain Graddor that the he was sending agents. We came here to find Graddor and remind him of our deal. Brother Himo warned us there would be bloodshed if you were allowed into our community. He was right."
He looks you level in the eyes Yoric. "Free us now, or I promise you our priests will find us and make all of you beg for your God to take pity on you and make your death quick."
The human acolyte laughs bitterly. "I won't waste my breath explaining Nuitari to you, musician. You have spilled the blood of his chosen, so Nuitari will make himself known to you soon enough."
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Yoric puts a gag on the human acolyte. Then turns to the half orc.
”I’m not here to fight battles. I’m here for Dr Aleksei. Then I’m gone, and you do whatever you like out here. I can’t promise you safety. Simply practicing magic is dangerous. But you’ve had that for awhile. Keep your head down and no one will come looking for you and yours because of me.”
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"Well, these terrorists are secured. When we are done with them we can take them to the train station and send them back to the city for their punishment.
"But tell me first trash, where can we find the rest of you filth? Or Aleksei?" Nevlav moved up to the human and pushed the head of his pick under his jaw.
The human leans into the pick, daring you to make a move. "I'm ready to die for my God, Knight. I welcome it. Are you?"
The half-orc, for his part, looks very confused, his eyes turning from Nevlav to Yoric. "Aleksei? You mean that crazy druid that lives in the mountains? I've heard of him, but...I've never met him."
Yorric clasps his hands and starts pleading with Nevlav.
“Nevlav... maybe before we kickstart a war with martyrs and political prison camps, we can try to handle this the simple way. Let’s go talk to the captain and see about putting them in a brig here. Keep things from boiling over.”
Thalion looks between the two bound acolytes and sighs, saying, "The only thing we can do now is take them with us while we search for the Captain. I can pick up his trail if we hurry, otherwise his tracks might be muddled with all of the people mulling about the city."
He nods to the fearless human and says, "Might want to gag that one. The other seems a bit more talkative."
Alden just stands there, witnessing this barrage of interactions and shakes his head. He decides to say nothing for the moment.
"We don't have the resources to lug people around who are part of a group that is going to kill us." Alden says. "We are strangers in a strange land and the more I hear the more the size of the dangers increases."
"I say we leave and find Graddor, let these people to mourn their lose and let their people find them." he finishes.
The half-orc sees his chance, and he makes his pitch directly to Alden and Yoric.
"Look, we have got nothing to do with Aleksei. He comes down once a month to sell some herbs and trade for supplies. You let us go, and as long as you don't interfere with us or ours, you won't ever see us again."
The human Acolyte struggles to stand up, seemingly spoiling for a fight. "Are you insane, Brother Imsk? Do not aid these oppressors. They killed....
The half-orc speaks over the human, shutting him up quickly. "Silence, Brother. If you agree to let us go, and undo my shackles and Brother Cole's ropes, I shall even tell you where you can likely find Graddor. If you don't, others will come after us."
“I think... Alden and Nevlav, this is your realm. I don’t take prisoners in my world. Just, please: think about the repercussions. It could mean more than you think to extend trust.” Yorric has a pleading look in his eyes.
"Don't try to threaten us Priest." he says abruptly. "I, for one, am an officer of the state on the king's business. One word sent not only to the military but also the Church and your life is one of hiding in the shadows and fleeing from the on coming storm." He says bluntly. "The kingdom's scrutiny on this place, especially with an act that can be interpreted as interference of the Realm itself, places you in the danger of the gallows themselves."
Alden lets this sink in to the half orc's thinking. Then continues.
"So, what say you? Do we take you in, sending word to the capital of this unofficial, illegal religion, who's priests are usurping the King's authority and the Military and Church arrive here and relieve the local command and place an iron grip on the region or" Alden pauses for dramatic effect, "Do you cooperate with us, give us information we need then we go along our way, un-accosted by you and your fellows, and you return to your lives and struggles here and live in Hope for some change?"
Alden waits for a moment then continues:
"I am not trying to intimidate you, persuade you or lead you. I am speaking matter of factly to you. I do not want for the Military or the Church to stretch out their hands and take an iron grip to this place. What would come would make this the most oppressed place in the realm. We" Alden motions to his companions, "are just here to complete a mission that the repercussions, we hope, will save so many lives in the Realm. It's all I care about" he pauses the raises his voice and says: "TO SAVE LIVES!"
Alden waits for the response.
(OCC: If you want me to roll an intimidation roll I can but, Alden was speaking about facts as he sees them, letting the priest decide.)
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Nevlav
You recall that King Brocc banned the worship of any gods of magic about twenty years ago -- it was this action that caused the War of Magick and Machines. The Followers of the Long Knife, for instance, were adherents of the God of Wizards Azuth. You don't recall anything specific about Nuitari from the history books, though this may be because they were altered after King Brocc's proclamation.
There appears to be no one else in The Canary, but the back door is still open from Captain Graddor's expeditious retreat from the fight.
Just as Alden asks Yoric how long the spell asks, you see the two acolytes start to stir. As they notice they are both bound they independently bolted upright and see their two comrades laying on the floor, their leader in a pool of blood. They look at one another in shock and you hear the half-orc murmur "Oh...oh, no....."
The human, for his part looks at all of you with burning hatred in his eyes, a few tears forming in his eye. "You...murdered them? Brother Himo and Sister Sibyl." He wails and begins sobbing.
(Yoric -- do an investigation check for the bar).
Yoric Investigation 20
”Hey, you started the murder attempt first. It’s not our fault if you weren’t as good at it.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Yoric
You find a number of rags on the floor behind the bar, all of which are in various states of dirtiness. All of them have at least a few unidentified stains on them. Some stink of urine, others of vomit. Two or three of the rags in the pile smell mostly like dirt and are probably the least objectionable of the bunch.
You also find, behind the bar, an officer's hat from the Languedoc Royal Navy. On the interior is stitched "Property of Capt. H. Graddor, Commanding Officer, Royal Garrison of Yellow Creek." It appears to have been knocked off in the scuffle prior to your arrival.
The human acolyte looks embarrassed for a moment, but then shoots back at Yoric. "Yeah, well, we was warned about what would happen when the capital sent their goons down here. That damned Graddor. He promised us as long as the capital got their ore we could do what we liked. We never should have trusted him."
The half-orc sits there, just staring at the body of the female acolyte, saying nothing,
Yoric pulls out the least objectionable rags and takes them to the acolytes. “I’m no goon. I prefer to talk. I’d prefer to talk with you, instead of Captain Courage. So can you tell me what’s happening before I get the spin job?” He sits down in front of them. “And while we talk, we can spit in Graddor’s hat a couple times. See if he notices before he puts it back on.” Yoric sets the hat in front of them.
persuasion 23
“So... who are you? What is this place to you?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
"Well my boyo, it looks like we both learned not to trust the Captain now didn't we?" Nevlav tucks away his now bloodied cloth for future cleaning.
The two Acolytes look at each other for a moment, deciding what to say, before the half-orc speaks.
"We are initiates of a church here in Yellow Creek that follows the old ways. Your King does not allow any gods other than that wretched Engineer, so we have had to be...creative in how we worship. The town has an arrangement with Graddor. We do not interfere with the operation of the mine, and he allows us to live our lives without fear of disappearing in the middle of the night or having our limbs ripped off of our bodies one by one.'
The half-orc's voice is resigned as he speaks. In contrast, the human's voice still burns with an anger that is barely contained.
"Our friends alerted us of a radiogram that war criminal Admiral Garrock sent to Captain Graddor that the he was sending agents. We came here to find Graddor and remind him of our deal. Brother Himo warned us there would be bloodshed if you were allowed into our community. He was right."
He looks you level in the eyes Yoric. "Free us now, or I promise you our priests will find us and make all of you beg for your God to take pity on you and make your death quick."
Yoric shrugs off the threats as being old hat for him. “And who is this Neruiv... am I saying it right? Who is this god? Convert me.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
The human acolyte laughs bitterly. "I won't waste my breath explaining Nuitari to you, musician. You have spilled the blood of his chosen, so Nuitari will make himself known to you soon enough."
Yoric puts a gag on the human acolyte. Then turns to the half orc.
”I’m not here to fight battles. I’m here for Dr Aleksei. Then I’m gone, and you do whatever you like out here. I can’t promise you safety. Simply practicing magic is dangerous. But you’ve had that for awhile. Keep your head down and no one will come looking for you and yours because of me.”
persuasion 11
(dice rolls have been crazy hot...)
Paladin - warforged - orange
"Well, these terrorists are secured. When we are done with them we can take them to the train station and send them back to the city for their punishment.
"But tell me first trash, where can we find the rest of you filth? Or Aleksei?" Nevlav moved up to the human and pushed the head of his pick under his jaw.
Intimidation: 19
The human leans into the pick, daring you to make a move. "I'm ready to die for my God, Knight. I welcome it. Are you?"
The half-orc, for his part, looks very confused, his eyes turning from Nevlav to Yoric. "Aleksei? You mean that crazy druid that lives in the mountains? I've heard of him, but...I've never met him."
Yorric clasps his hands and starts pleading with Nevlav.
“Nevlav... maybe before we kickstart a war with martyrs and political prison camps, we can try to handle this the simple way. Let’s go talk to the captain and see about putting them in a brig here. Keep things from boiling over.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Thalion looks between the two bound acolytes and sighs, saying, "The only thing we can do now is take them with us while we search for the Captain. I can pick up his trail if we hurry, otherwise his tracks might be muddled with all of the people mulling about the city."
He nods to the fearless human and says, "Might want to gag that one. The other seems a bit more talkative."
Alden
Alden just stands there, witnessing this barrage of interactions and shakes his head. He decides to say nothing for the moment.
"We don't have the resources to lug people around who are part of a group that is going to kill us." Alden says. "We are strangers in a strange land and the more I hear the more the size of the dangers increases."
"I say we leave and find Graddor, let these people to mourn their lose and let their people find them." he finishes.
The half-orc sees his chance, and he makes his pitch directly to Alden and Yoric.
"Look, we have got nothing to do with Aleksei. He comes down once a month to sell some herbs and trade for supplies. You let us go, and as long as you don't interfere with us or ours, you won't ever see us again."
The human Acolyte struggles to stand up, seemingly spoiling for a fight. "Are you insane, Brother Imsk? Do not aid these oppressors. They killed....
The half-orc speaks over the human, shutting him up quickly. "Silence, Brother. If you agree to let us go, and undo my shackles and Brother Cole's ropes, I shall even tell you where you can likely find Graddor. If you don't, others will come after us."
Yoric insight 11
Is the half orc just saying what he thinks we want to hear? Is the human likely to bring the thunder down on us later anyways?
Paladin - warforged - orange
Thalion aims his bow at the human acolyte as he stands. He keeps an arrow in hand, ready to fire if they try to attack.
(Readying an action to attack with my longbow if we untie them and they start fighting us or casting any spells.)
Yoric -- you haven't been exposed to a lot of people with such religious fervor and you can't quite get a read on them.
“I think... Alden and Nevlav, this is your realm. I don’t take prisoners in my world. Just, please: think about the repercussions. It could mean more than you think to extend trust.” Yorric has a pleading look in his eyes.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Alden
"Don't try to threaten us Priest." he says abruptly. "I, for one, am an officer of the state on the king's business. One word sent not only to the military but also the Church and your life is one of hiding in the shadows and fleeing from the on coming storm." He says bluntly. "The kingdom's scrutiny on this place, especially with an act that can be interpreted as interference of the Realm itself, places you in the danger of the gallows themselves."
Alden lets this sink in to the half orc's thinking. Then continues.
"So, what say you? Do we take you in, sending word to the capital of this unofficial, illegal religion, who's priests are usurping the King's authority and the Military and Church arrive here and relieve the local command and place an iron grip on the region or" Alden pauses for dramatic effect, "Do you cooperate with us, give us information we need then we go along our way, un-accosted by you and your fellows, and you return to your lives and struggles here and live in Hope for some change?"
Alden waits for a moment then continues:
"I am not trying to intimidate you, persuade you or lead you. I am speaking matter of factly to you. I do not want for the Military or the Church to stretch out their hands and take an iron grip to this place. What would come would make this the most oppressed place in the realm. We" Alden motions to his companions, "are just here to complete a mission that the repercussions, we hope, will save so many lives in the Realm. It's all I care about" he pauses the raises his voice and says: "TO SAVE LIVES!"
Alden waits for the response.
(OCC: If you want me to roll an intimidation roll I can but, Alden was speaking about facts as he sees them, letting the priest decide.)