To Prove D&D Exists for Echolon

Tommary the Unworthy stays in his squat but looks at the back of Ily's head and says out loud "That don't sound right,  Why don't you rewind that bit there and get a better read on where this stabby and their buddies came from."  He's doing his best to approximate some guy in the background who knows things and is using his own head to back up the investigators, like that cigarette smoking man in those reels about the X section of the filing cabinet.

While Ily conducts her interrogation backed up by Tommary’s spooky insights, Toots will quietly fade back out of sight and begin her ritual to detect magic so as to facilitate looting of the flaccid four. 

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While Ily conducts her interrogation backed up by Tommary’s spooky insights, Toots will quietly fade back out of sight and begin her ritual to detect magic so as to facilitate looting of the flaccid four. 

 Toots detects

Var'nak's suit of Adamantine Plate Armor

An Arrow from Pagh's quiver

A sack from K'tinga

A shriveled looking piece of meat hanging about Corinar's neck

3 potion bottles.

And one of Corinar's eyes.

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An ordinary assortment of weapons and armor, some spell components in pouches, standard adventuring gear.

1 platinum coins

17 golds coins

53 silver coins

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 Toots detects

 

And one of Corinar's eyes.

 

 

 

OOC: If she does it, I'm calling soundtrack:

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While Ily conducts her interrogation backed up by Tommary’s spooky insights, Toots will quietly fade back out of sight and begin her ritual to detect magic so as to facilitate looting of the flaccid four. 

 Toots detects

Var'nak's suit of Adamantine Plate Armor

An Arrow from Pagh's quiver

A sack from K'tinga

A shriveled looking piece of meat hanging about Corinar's neck

3 potion bottles.

And one of Corinar's eyes.

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An ordinary assortment of weapons and armor, some spell components in pouches, standard adventuring gear.

3 platinum coins

84 golds coins

74 silver coins

 
Toots starts gathering the magic goodies, including the eye, and assembling them all in a pile, cleaning everything and herself in the process. She adds the cash to the party funds in her bag of holding too, and assesses the mundane equipment for anything useful, such as ammunition. Finally she goes through the spell components and any other bits & bobs they might have for anything interesting to pocket. When that’s done she sees to her menagerie and tops off the canteens. The whole time she listens to the rest of Ily’s & Tommary’s interrogation of their prisoner.

"Hnn...yeah, see, funny story 'bout that.  We came from Silverthorn.  Were sent here specifically t' fetch back some of their bits back.  Went over th' route pretty extensively before we came, and if th' weather cooperated and gave us an 'easy ride'?  Would be three weeks at the outmost 'tween here and there.  I'd believe four or five weeks...if the weather was pure miserable godpiss, the trails were washed out, an' even this place'd seem like a vacation in comparison."

"So, like the man said.  How 'bout ye rewind that bit and try again?"

Corinar struggles against the removal of his eye but Toots is determined, and plucks out the glass orb.

"HA! I told you what I told you." The Brock responds sullenly.

"Ya did!" Ilyara answered.  "And I bet'cha think ye're untouchable because your nasty god governs death.  Well, guess what?  I'm a trickster, Mr. Murder Bongo, and like I said - the Traveler tells us to make sure people get what they deserve."

"We ain't gonna kill ya.  Instead?  We're gonna bring ya back t' our buddies in this dungeon, Fitz and crew.  They're a bunch'a happy-go-lucky human-hating goblins who eat moldy fish paste and mushrooms off'a zombie day in, day out.  They live in three rooms a' this place and never leave 'em, and they've been charged with protectin' it from humans.  Once we're done breakin' yer fingers and cuttin' out yer tongue so ye can't loose your magic anymore, we'll tell Fitz and his crew that it's real important they take care'a you.  That it's real important in th' battle against Humanity that you survive a nice, long time in this rutting hellhole.  Denied yer magic, denied the sun, denied a clean death to meet yer miserable god with.  By th' time you finally finish withering away in here, decades from now?  Ol' Tombstone Face'll have forgotten your name and deeds."

"Unless, that is, ya give me a reason t' think you deserve better'n that, eh?"

"You told us a story that don't add up.  Now look here, my dude.  There's no cavalry coming and I don't anticipate some sudden deliverance from your little ghoulie charm likeness you're wearing there.  This may be the end of the line for you unless you start dazzling us with some redeeming qualities.  I'm not talking about something that will put you in the good graces of the gleaming temples or anything like that.  I'm talking very transnational redemption.  You killed a valued contact for us.  You can either forfeit your existence or render us some truth.  Honestly my associate there has collected a little trove of interesting stuff and it's sorta my job to do the 'getting in touch' with interesting stuff to see what it does, and I'm finding that more interesting than this suckerfish shitshow you're offering as a narrative.  You're welcome to relinquish to spotlight so I can gander at the loot, and I'll leave you to my associate who aren't above turning sentients into garments, or sing us a song of truth."

Doing this in full on preacher of the squared circle mode, in fact it looks like at some points Tommary is acting like he's holding a mic and visualizing Corinar as Vince McMahon whom he's dressing down.  Intimdatin/Persuasion same mod 5

Actually, since we're all sorta dog pile bad copping, I suppose Tommary is more like Vince in this scene:

 EDIT: Wow, guess Corbin sees through all the kayfabe.

The badger creature looks at Tommary and guffaws, "I can't believe we lost to you losers. So mediocre. You're lucky that rotten meat sack and your 'friend' had a go at us first otherwise things would have been different. You don't scare me you clown." He looks at Ilyara and you see a glint in his eye "I said the truth about Elves, they had one like you with them," squinting and nodding. Then with a smile he continues, "she was...tasty." he licks his muzzle and smacks his lips.

Toots make perception check.

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Toots make perception check.

 
Toots’ Perception: 23 🤞

“You may not believe my friends here will be hard on you. Do you believe me when I say I’ll hit you like a quipper and leave you here to rot in a pile of your own stinking innards?” (Persuasion: 34🤞)

 That👆didn’t add Toots’ +13 Persuasion bonus for some reason, only the result of the 1d4, but not the +13. The total 

Toots notices that there is a broad degree of quality between various bit of equipment as if there were two sets from different vendors. This is confirmed with worker marks similar to those on the crates in the portable hole and on a few of the pouches, and a hammer. Two sets of rope, one rough hemp and another fine elven weave. The spell components are in old, stained packets containing just about anything a caster would need. One cloak of quality steelthistle, the rest of poorly sewn and patched wool.

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“You may not believe my friends here will be hard on you. Do you believe me when I say I’ll hit you like a quipper and leave you here to rot in a pile of your own stinking innards?” (Persuasion: 33🤞)

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 That👆didn’t add Toots’ +13 Persuasion bonus for some reason, only the result of the 1d4, but not the +13. The total 

 Corinar is only impressed to a limited degree. 

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“You may not believe my friends here will be hard on you. Do you believe me when I say I’ll hit you like a quipper and leave you here to rot in a pile of your own stinking innards?” (Persuasion: 33🤞)

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 That👆didn’t add Toots’ +13 Persuasion bonus for some reason, only the result of the 1d4, but not the +13. The total 

 Corinar is only impressed to a limited degree. 

 
I’ll take it, thank you. (*muttering* frickumfrackum dice roller razzumfrazzum.)

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Toots notices that there is a broad degree of quality between various bit of equipment as if there were two sets from different vendors. This is confirmed with worker marks similar to those on the crates in the portable hole and on a few of the pouches, and a hammer. Two sets of rope, one rough hemp and another fine elven weave. The spell components are in old, stained packets containing just about anything a caster would need. One cloak of quality steelthistle, the rest of poorly sewn and patched wool.

 
The steelthistle cloak, the ropes (I assume “elven rope” is the same mechanically as silk?) the hammer, and the spell components all go into Toots’ purse. The rest is discarded. Toots does collect any holy symbols however, including the one around the prisoner’s neck, those go into her regular purse. (How many and which deities?)

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Toots notices that there is a broad degree of quality between various bit of equipment as if there were two sets from different vendors. This is confirmed with worker marks similar to those on the crates in the portable hole and on a few of the pouches, and a hammer. Two sets of rope, one rough hemp and another fine elven weave. The spell components are in old, stained packets containing just about anything a caster would need. One cloak of quality steelthistle, the rest of poorly sewn and patched wool.

 
The steelthistle cloak, the ropes (I assume “elven rope” is the same mechanically as silk?) the hammer, and the spell components all go into Toots’ purse. The rest is discarded. Toots does collect any holy symbols however, including the one around the prisoner’s neck, those go into her regular purse. (How many and which deities?)

 Two, one skull in black triangle of Myrkul  from Corinar, and one purple bordered circle of Shar (goddess of darkness and night) from Vor'nak.

Tommary the Unworthy but Knower and Figurerer of a Thing or Two will largely let the Bad Hin/Bad Furling do their thing and afterwards, provided we figure this is a suitable environment, will start his identify ritual on the objects Toots has detected.

Watching Toots do her sorting of the dead (and living) bodies' things, Ilyara slowly spotted the various differences in equipment, especially noting the cloak.  She'd seen its like back in Silverthorn, but never in Cliffside save on the richest of rich old men.

"...so that's what happened," she said.  "Well.  Now we can tell th' baron we know what happened t' his previous team.  Which...gives me an idea.  Tallboots, help me with this," she said, pulling the portable hole free of her pack.  "I think I know exactly what this wretch deserves, now.  And that's a whole lotta medical attention to ensure he lives a long an' healthy life whilst answerin' for his crimes in Silverthorn, don'cha think?  Just so happens we have an express ticket to deliverin' the creepy little rot-sod straight to th' man what sent the team his lot killed and looted."

"Tootsie.  Y'see anything that looks like stolen personal effects?  Not just gear, but anything a dead soldier might want t' make sure gets back to their family?"