Eoni’s voice takes a dark tone, Scriptor Mahrad, I would say it’s a pleasure, but...
She then sighs, looking to the floor, resigned, Free the children and I’ll come with you. I’ve experienced your perversions first hand and I would not wish them upon another innocent.
Perversions? No child it is merely the Travellers will. Surrender your weapons and come with us and the children will be released back into the wild as you so wish. Your companions can stay in the guest quarters with the other one. Do we have an agreement?
Hmmm, seeing as we are in your manor, I shall, reluctantly relinquish my weapon Draskan places his maul on the floor but as for being separated, that I can not agree to
Eoni looks around her at the forty plus cult members and realises the futility of trying to resist. Her darker appearance disappears and she transforms back into child form. Fear and defeat is plastered across her small face.
I’ll come, just let the other children go unharmed and do not hurt my friends...
She then approaches the three scriptors, kneeling as a sign of surrender.
Rollo, still hidden with Leowin, scans the area to see if there are any further hidden cultists or traps around the mansion, and get a general lay of the land, planning how and when to help their comrades
The Traveller is regarded as one of the Dark Six, the dark reflection of the Shining Host that Boldrei is part of. He is not evil per se he just represents unfettered change and chaos, and the opportunities presented within. As such the various cults dedicated to him follow no real unified dogma or structure.
Rollo: lurking in the show does as you are you aren’t able to get a great view of all of the grounds however you are able to see that there appears to be shuttered doors towards the rear that appear to lead down into a cellar or basement
I do not believe the power I wield in the name of my god to be greater than yours, but I will bring the full extent of Her wrath down upon you all if you harm Eoni.
The cultists surround you and take your weapons from you. The halfling Glodrin leads the way through the mansion, you are taken past the sweeping staircase in the grand foyer and down a spiralling staircase into the basement. The wine racks are well stocked and at the end of the aisle Glodrin presses a hidden switch and the wall recesses and opens into a dungeon. The three of you are herded in and put into three empty cells. The one remaining cell contains a pale skinned humanoid Male who is chained to the wall, his long black hair hanging limply over his face. Welcome to the guest suite, someone will be along at some point I’m sure to see to your needs. Glodrin and the cultists lock you in and disappear back into the cellar.
Eoni approaches the male slowly, transforming back to her usual self as she does so. She tilts her head in curiosity and prods his shoulder with her finger.
And how did you wind up in here? You’re a little older than the usual ones they bring in...
Glancing around the room you notice the glow from Draskan and Eoni’s weapons where they rest on top of a chest. Glancing over at the man hanging from manacles you notice the magical aura of binding enchantments in the chains, while the locks themselves may well be mundane the bindings mean the man is unable to cast any spells
The man stirs at Eoni’s voice. Hnng... yeah I confess I am not their normal type. I am a Paladin of sorts for the Traveller, my name is Belris, and I am not of this sect. I was guided here by the Travellers voice to confirm his suspicions about the Scriptors. They didn’t take kindly to me asking some pointed questions and used their minions and threats to the children to stop me from fighting my way free, unfortunately I’m unable to summon my weapon or teleport out with these bindings on so here I hang. What about you three? You’re not the usual pickings of the Scriptors, how have you ended up sharing my luxurious living quarters? He starts chuckling to himself.
Diomedes thumbs a piece of copper wire wrapped around his belt and reaches out to Leowin via Sending
Locked in dungeon. Pass sweeping staircase in grand foyer. Down spiralling staircase into basement. End of wine racks, hidden switch. Give Rollo my best
Eoni’s voice takes a dark tone, Scriptor Mahrad, I would say it’s a pleasure, but...
She then sighs, looking to the floor, resigned, Free the children and I’ll come with you. I’ve experienced your perversions first hand and I would not wish them upon another innocent.
Perversions? No child it is merely the Travellers will. Surrender your weapons and come with us and the children will be released back into the wild as you so wish. Your companions can stay in the guest quarters with the other one. Do we have an agreement?
First, who is this other one you speak of?
Belris is another young soul who dared question the will of the Traveller and we currently await guidance on his punishment.
Hmmm, seeing as we are in your manor, I shall, reluctantly relinquish my weapon Draskan places his maul on the floor but as for being separated, that I can not agree to
Well we can arrange closer quarters for everyone no fear. Now please step this way, hand your weapons over to the faithful if you’d be so kind.
Eoni looks around her at the forty plus cult members and realises the futility of trying to resist. Her darker appearance disappears and she transforms back into child form. Fear and defeat is plastered across her small face.
I’ll come, just let the other children go unharmed and do not hurt my friends...
She then approaches the three scriptors, kneeling as a sign of surrender.
6 religion
Rollo, still hidden with Leowin, scans the area to see if there are any further hidden cultists or traps around the mansion, and get a general lay of the land, planning how and when to help their comrades
Investigation 8
perception 13
survival 21
Draskan steps forward, standing directly behind Eoni, in an act of protection, his eyes narrowing as he looks at the three beings in front of him.
Diomedes:
The Traveller is regarded as one of the Dark Six, the dark reflection of the Shining Host that Boldrei is part of. He is not evil per se he just represents unfettered change and chaos, and the opportunities presented within. As such the various cults dedicated to him follow no real unified dogma or structure.
Rollo: lurking in the show does as you are you aren’t able to get a great view of all of the grounds however you are able to see that there appears to be shuttered doors towards the rear that appear to lead down into a cellar or basement
Diomedes hands over his mace and crossbow
I do not believe the power I wield in the name of my god to be greater than yours, but I will bring the full extent of Her wrath down upon you all if you harm Eoni.
Thank you for welcoming us to your home
The cultists surround you and take your weapons from you. The halfling Glodrin leads the way through the mansion, you are taken past the sweeping staircase in the grand foyer and down a spiralling staircase into the basement.
The wine racks are well stocked and at the end of the aisle Glodrin presses a hidden switch and the wall recesses and opens into a dungeon. The three of you are herded in and put into three empty cells. The one remaining cell contains a pale skinned humanoid Male who is chained to the wall, his long black hair hanging limply over his face. Welcome to the guest suite, someone will be along at some point I’m sure to see to your needs. Glodrin and the cultists lock you in and disappear back into the cellar.
Diomedes checks to see if there is a guard watching and then casts Detect Magic, pushing his senses out as far as his surroundings permit
As the group leaves, Leowin leans close to Rollo and whispers
I don't fancy our chances against all them. Let's wait until dark, and then go see what we can see?
Eoni approaches the male slowly, transforming back to her usual self as she does so. She tilts her head in curiosity and prods his shoulder with her finger.
And how did you wind up in here? You’re a little older than the usual ones they bring in...
Glancing around the room you notice the glow from Draskan and Eoni’s weapons where they rest on top of a chest. Glancing over at the man hanging from manacles you notice the magical aura of binding enchantments in the chains, while the locks themselves may well be mundane the bindings mean the man is unable to cast any spells
The man stirs at Eoni’s voice. Hnng... yeah I confess I am not their normal type. I am a Paladin of sorts for the Traveller, my name is Belris, and I am not of this sect. I was guided here by the Travellers voice to confirm his suspicions about the Scriptors. They didn’t take kindly to me asking some pointed questions and used their minions and threats to the children to stop me from fighting my way free, unfortunately I’m unable to summon my weapon or teleport out with these bindings on so here I hang. What about you three? You’re not the usual pickings of the Scriptors, how have you ended up sharing my luxurious living quarters? He starts chuckling to himself.
Diomedes thumbs a piece of copper wire wrapped around his belt and reaches out to Leowin via Sending
Locked in dungeon. Pass sweeping staircase in grand foyer. Down spiralling staircase into basement. End of wine racks, hidden switch. Give Rollo my best
Meanwhile outside...
Rollo nods in agreement with Leowin and pulls back from the mansion to wait until night fall...