(I don't think I need you tell me that I failed that check)
Lia's face turns bright red, but she doesn't break eye contact with the Count. "I w-would be honoured to, uh, assist." she mumbles, finally looking down at the floor.
Lia is now charmed, and regards the Count as a trusted friend to be heeded and protected. Lia is still under your control, but takes the Count's requests and actions in the most favorable way.
The Count looks at Lia with a kindly expression and touches her cheek with a soft, gentle hand. And so you shall. Fear not, my dear, your virtue will remain unsullied, for that is not my need. I have an appetite than can never be sated, but is nonetheless better met in private. Now, retire to my quarters, and I shall join you shortly.
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Hatch, shaking a cobweb or two from his head once the count turns his attention to Lia sees and hears something he doesn't quite like. Rather than questioning it, he up and up grabs Lia by the shoulders, turns the seemingly beguiled woman around, and flings her at Lok.
"Splash her with water...or beer if you can't find water. Just splash or knock some sense back into her," he tells Lok, before warily turning his attention back to the Count.
"I don't know what kind of negotiating tactic you're using, but you don't go around asking one person to serve you only to then turn around when that fails and ask another to surrender to your will, and I know it shouldn't work, and yet it did," he said briefly glancing back at Lia. "Especially when it'd be oh so easy just to make far more specific requests like I want this done or I want that thing or I want you to jump through hoops knowing damn well we'll do it under the circumstances because to put it bluntly we're desperate. So to want service in this prison beyond what you can get from Willagee and Kardinya over there is more than a little suspect."
Hatch sighs, grabs a chair, pulls it over and sits down by the Count. "Look, I don't know what you are, nor what you want, and frankly I don't care. But I suspect I know when someone tries a whammy on me, and if I didn't pulling the whammy on someone else immediately afterwards sends out all sorts of red flags. Here's the thing though, everyone here is on edge, and that edge is only being placated by alcohol and the active influence of just a handful of us actively maintaining order and assuring folks that we'll get them free. If two of us goes all bug eyed and saying 'Yes Master' uncharacteristically these folks will spook, and those spooked folks might start a fight. Sure, for all I know you could be some well disguised lich or transformed dragon or a hundred other things that could kill us all effortlessly - but if that was your desire, you'd have done it. Well assuming you're not just playing with us, but I can't work with that so..."
Now was the part where Hatch tried to cinch a deal.
"You want me or Lia to serve you enough to try...whatever it is you tried on me and succeeded with Lia. We all want out of here. Why not make a trade? Me, willingly and with no mind tricks on your part needed, if you can do something to help all these people safely escape this curse. Don't have to break the curse, just help us sufficiently towards that goal, and I'll do as you bid me. You know, outside murdering everyone here. But I'd literally die for you if you demanded it once you've helped. Better than me dunking the head of everyone you lock eyes with into a bucket until the moment passes."
Delmon was asleep against the counter and then wakes up goes to find Hatch then makes the same offer. "I pledge my servitude if the prisoners of this tavern can get closer to becoming freed. Just don't hurt Kardinya..."
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Lia, shocked by her sudden being shoved, gives Lok a nasty warning glare, before turning and frowning at Hatch, deep concern written in her face. "Are you ok, friends? What on earth are you talking about Hatch? I would rather not be splashed thank you, nor passed around like a bottle of wine. But I believe it is you who may be in need of a splashing. You best watch your accusations. I don't think you are quite as sober as you think." She gives a soft smile to the Count, before turning towards the stairs with an indignant huff.
"DO NOT LET HER GO UP TO THE COUNT'S ROOM!" Hatch shouted, having jumped from his chair. Then in a calmer voice he continued, "I may be new to drink, I may still be a bit hung over, but I swear by the gods I've never been more sober than I am in this moment."
The tiefling turned his attention to the count of Barovia. "Free her of your spell or charm or whatever you've placed her under, please. I do hope there's still a diplomatic end to this, but if you want to go around subjugating people's wills I will gladly provide you the entertainment of battle, though I'd rather not it come to such," Hatch said, palming the handles of his twin battleaxes.
Lia stops in her tracks and moves between Hatch and the Count. "I, under my own will, am attempting to aid us in getting out of here! Seemingly, unlike you! If anybody here is not of their own will I fear it may be you! You speak of peace, as my friend would, but make threats against a man who does not appear to be armed, spouting some nonsense about mind control, without even speaking to me." She glances between the Count and Hatch, frowning deeper. "I will not allow you to hurt him." she adds, her hand resting on the hilt of her longsword.
The Count has listened attentively to Hatch's plea, and watched with some amusement at the interplay between Hatch, Lia, Lok and Delmon. As tensions rise and Lia prepares to defend her new 'friend', the Count quickly raises his hand, signaling Lia to stop. Then, leaning forward, he speak more intently to Hatch. With a look of sincere curiosity, he asks: You would sacrifice yourself for all these?
Seeing that the paladin means exactly that, the Count sits back thoughtfully for a moment, folds his arms, and continues slowly: Very well! A trade, then. I do not seek your life, nor theirs. "Waste not, want not" is the phrase, I believe. That which I need is seldom given voluntarily, hence my methods. But if you offer yourself of your own volition...
Pausing for another moment, the Count seems to come to some conclusion and speaks directly: I thirst for blood! Submit yourself to me, of your own free will, that I may drink of yours to my surfeit. Swear this, and I swear on the tomb of my father, I will aid you.
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Lok has been in a state of shock since the count started speaking.
He watched as the conversation continued, and sat there silently as the Count came to his conclusion.
turning to his friend "Hatch, think this through and back down, This wont end well for you."
Walking closer to the count
"My apologies for my earlier outburst." the barbarian states, giving a slight bow towards the count.
"If its all the same to you, sir. I would replace my Tiefling friend, for I have much more blood than he does, and would allow you as much blood from me as you wish."
"If you swear to help them, I will Submit. but please, spare Hatch." The barbarian pleads, hoping to persuade the Count.
"No Lok! I will let you have as much blood as you want from me. If I die then so be it. Just leave everyone else alone." Delmon then turns to Hatch and Lok and says "Protect Kardinya for me please." Delmon then uses his dagger to make a cut on his hand, he grabs a cup and let's the blood trickle in, then hands the cup to Count.
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"Oh yeah that would be preferable to me dying. You should try some spider blood. Well if spiders have blood. I hope they do...Oh well why don't you try some spider blood?" Delmon looks at Throm thankfully and wipes the blood from his hand on his shirt.
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A large Goliath Barbarian, known as Grog Stonejaw, is going around the tavern looking for a fight. He finds a grumpy human who was glaring at everybody who passed by him and decided to try and pick a fight. With an intelligence of 3, he thought he would be kind about looking for a challenger.
"Hey, you. You want to fight or something?" Grog asked, feeling accomplished for being so kind.
"Why would I want to fight you? You look pathetic!" the man asked.
At this, Grog was very angry. He punched him square in the jaw.
"Thanks friends," Hatch says calmly despite suddenly grabbing the cup of blood from Delmon's hand and throwing it against the wall. "But the request was made of me and me alone, and I shall be the one to pay it. NO ONE ELSE, UNDERSTOOD," he said, not shouting but using his racial thaumaturgy to increase the volume of his voice, that last bit directed as much at the Count as to his friends.
"You may take my blood, as long as you honor your word," Hatch said, kneeling before the Count.
Delmon stops Hatch and says "Ahh but the spider's might have something close enough to blood that Count could use for nourishment." He then waves over Grog and tells him " Dear friend what might your name be?" "...Grog." "Well Grog would you like to join us to kill some spiders?" Delmon then gives Grog a gold piece, pats him on the back then turns back over to the count and asks him "Do you know if you can survive on spiders."
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Lia glances from person to person, very confused as to what's going on. "I... but... blood? I'm not... I'm..." is all she manages to mumble in the chaos.
"Oh, uh, I didn't-" she begins to stammer.
(Sorry, I'm on mobile so I can't use the roll function. Time to find some dice... oh dear)
2+0 = 2...
(I don't think I need you tell me that I failed that check)
Lia's face turns bright red, but she doesn't break eye contact with the Count. "I w-would be honoured to, uh, assist." she mumbles, finally looking down at the floor.
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Lia is now charmed, and regards the Count as a trusted friend to be heeded and protected. Lia is still under your control, but takes the Count's requests and actions in the most favorable way.
The Count looks at Lia with a kindly expression and touches her cheek with a soft, gentle hand. And so you shall. Fear not, my dear, your virtue will remain unsullied, for that is not my need. I have an appetite than can never be sated, but is nonetheless better met in private. Now, retire to my quarters, and I shall join you shortly.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Hatch, shaking a cobweb or two from his head once the count turns his attention to Lia sees and hears something he doesn't quite like. Rather than questioning it, he up and up grabs Lia by the shoulders, turns the seemingly beguiled woman around, and flings her at Lok.
"Splash her with water...or beer if you can't find water. Just splash or knock some sense back into her," he tells Lok, before warily turning his attention back to the Count.
"I don't know what kind of negotiating tactic you're using, but you don't go around asking one person to serve you only to then turn around when that fails and ask another to surrender to your will, and I know it shouldn't work, and yet it did," he said briefly glancing back at Lia. "Especially when it'd be oh so easy just to make far more specific requests like I want this done or I want that thing or I want you to jump through hoops knowing damn well we'll do it under the circumstances because to put it bluntly we're desperate. So to want service in this prison beyond what you can get from Willagee and Kardinya over there is more than a little suspect."
Hatch sighs, grabs a chair, pulls it over and sits down by the Count. "Look, I don't know what you are, nor what you want, and frankly I don't care. But I suspect I know when someone tries a whammy on me, and if I didn't pulling the whammy on someone else immediately afterwards sends out all sorts of red flags. Here's the thing though, everyone here is on edge, and that edge is only being placated by alcohol and the active influence of just a handful of us actively maintaining order and assuring folks that we'll get them free. If two of us goes all bug eyed and saying 'Yes Master' uncharacteristically these folks will spook, and those spooked folks might start a fight. Sure, for all I know you could be some well disguised lich or transformed dragon or a hundred other things that could kill us all effortlessly - but if that was your desire, you'd have done it. Well assuming you're not just playing with us, but I can't work with that so..."
Now was the part where Hatch tried to cinch a deal.
"You want me or Lia to serve you enough to try...whatever it is you tried on me and succeeded with Lia. We all want out of here. Why not make a trade? Me, willingly and with no mind tricks on your part needed, if you can do something to help all these people safely escape this curse. Don't have to break the curse, just help us sufficiently towards that goal, and I'll do as you bid me. You know, outside murdering everyone here. But I'd literally die for you if you demanded it once you've helped. Better than me dunking the head of everyone you lock eyes with into a bucket until the moment passes."
Delmon was asleep against the counter and then wakes up goes to find Hatch then makes the same offer. "I pledge my servitude if the prisoners of this tavern can get closer to becoming freed. Just don't hurt Kardinya..."
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Lia, shocked by her sudden being shoved, gives Lok a nasty warning glare, before turning and frowning at Hatch, deep concern written in her face. "Are you ok, friends? What on earth are you talking about Hatch? I would rather not be splashed thank you, nor passed around like a bottle of wine. But I believe it is you who may be in need of a splashing. You best watch your accusations. I don't think you are quite as sober as you think." She gives a soft smile to the Count, before turning towards the stairs with an indignant huff.
"DO NOT LET HER GO UP TO THE COUNT'S ROOM!" Hatch shouted, having jumped from his chair. Then in a calmer voice he continued, "I may be new to drink, I may still be a bit hung over, but I swear by the gods I've never been more sober than I am in this moment."
The tiefling turned his attention to the count of Barovia. "Free her of your spell or charm or whatever you've placed her under, please. I do hope there's still a diplomatic end to this, but if you want to go around subjugating people's wills I will gladly provide you the entertainment of battle, though I'd rather not it come to such," Hatch said, palming the handles of his twin battleaxes.
Lia stops in her tracks and moves between Hatch and the Count. "I, under my own will, am attempting to aid us in getting out of here! Seemingly, unlike you! If anybody here is not of their own will I fear it may be you! You speak of peace, as my friend would, but make threats against a man who does not appear to be armed, spouting some nonsense about mind control, without even speaking to me." She glances between the Count and Hatch, frowning deeper. "I will not allow you to hurt him." she adds, her hand resting on the hilt of her longsword.
The Count has listened attentively to Hatch's plea, and watched with some amusement at the interplay between Hatch, Lia, Lok and Delmon. As tensions rise and Lia prepares to defend her new 'friend', the Count quickly raises his hand, signaling Lia to stop. Then, leaning forward, he speak more intently to Hatch. With a look of sincere curiosity, he asks: You would sacrifice yourself for all these?
Seeing that the paladin means exactly that, the Count sits back thoughtfully for a moment, folds his arms, and continues slowly: Very well! A trade, then. I do not seek your life, nor theirs. "Waste not, want not" is the phrase, I believe. That which I need is seldom given voluntarily, hence my methods. But if you offer yourself of your own volition...
Pausing for another moment, the Count seems to come to some conclusion and speaks directly: I thirst for blood! Submit yourself to me, of your own free will, that I may drink of yours to my surfeit. Swear this, and I swear on the tomb of my father, I will aid you.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Lok has been in a state of shock since the count started speaking.
He watched as the conversation continued, and sat there silently as the Count came to his conclusion.
turning to his friend "Hatch, think this through and back down, This wont end well for you."
Walking closer to the count
"My apologies for my earlier outburst." the barbarian states, giving a slight bow towards the count.
"If its all the same to you, sir. I would replace my Tiefling friend, for I have much more blood than he does, and would allow you as much blood from me as you wish."
"If you swear to help them, I will Submit. but please, spare Hatch." The barbarian pleads, hoping to persuade the Count.
Persuasion: 13
"No Lok! I will let you have as much blood as you want from me. If I die then so be it. Just leave everyone else alone." Delmon then turns to Hatch and Lok and says "Protect Kardinya for me please." Delmon then uses his dagger to make a cut on his hand, he grabs a cup and let's the blood trickle in, then hands the cup to Count.
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Persuasion: 8
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Throm decides to speak up with an out loud thought.
”Say Count, how about spider blood? Ever tried that? Might even give you some kind of super powers, or sumthin’.”
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"Oh yeah that would be preferable to me dying. You should try some spider blood. Well if spiders have blood. I hope they do...Oh well why don't you try some spider blood?" Delmon looks at Throm thankfully and wipes the blood from his hand on his shirt.
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A large Goliath Barbarian, known as Grog Stonejaw, is going around the tavern looking for a fight. He finds a grumpy human who was glaring at everybody who passed by him and decided to try and pick a fight. With an intelligence of 3, he thought he would be kind about looking for a challenger.
"Hey, you. You want to fight or something?" Grog asked, feeling accomplished for being so kind.
"Why would I want to fight you? You look pathetic!" the man asked.
At this, Grog was very angry. He punched him square in the jaw.
Attack: 22 Damage: 2
"Thanks friends," Hatch says calmly despite suddenly grabbing the cup of blood from Delmon's hand and throwing it against the wall. "But the request was made of me and me alone, and I shall be the one to pay it. NO ONE ELSE, UNDERSTOOD," he said, not shouting but using his racial thaumaturgy to increase the volume of his voice, that last bit directed as much at the Count as to his friends.
"You may take my blood, as long as you honor your word," Hatch said, kneeling before the Count.
Delmon stops Hatch and says "Ahh but the spider's might have something close enough to blood that Count could use for nourishment." He then waves over Grog and tells him " Dear friend what might your name be?" "...Grog." "Well Grog would you like to join us to kill some spiders?" Delmon then gives Grog a gold piece, pats him on the back then turns back over to the count and asks him "Do you know if you can survive on spiders."
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Only in death does duty end.
Lia glances from person to person, very confused as to what's going on. "I... but... blood? I'm not... I'm..." is all she manages to mumble in the chaos.
"This wont end well." Lok muttered glancing at Hatch with a reproachful face.
but, while he disagreed with Hatch's decision, Lok respected him for his bravery and determination.
Nodding towards Hatch, Lok backed down and returned to his seat. Waving Willagee over for another Ale.