Years ago, the unthinkable happened in the Domain of Dread known as Darkon…. Azalin Rex, Lich king of the Domain suddenly vanished, leaving his castle known as Castle Avernus trapped in a permanent state of magic induced implosion. Believed dead by some, by others ascended - Azalin Rex’s castle lies relatively empty - leading thrill seekers or treasure hunters to attempt to enter into its walls. Most do not return - but one group was successful.. a group known as the Order of the Guardians. They have pilfered Castle Avernus and sent its artifacts into the Mists, as far away from Darkon as possible and locked them away in heavily guarded vaults so that they may never see the light of day again.
Or so the Order hopes, as Darkon’s secret police - the Kargat - has plans to retrieve them. Few have been found due to the inner squabbling of the secret police force - but their leader is hatching plans. Members of the Kargat might be identified right away - but not ordinary adventurers… so she sends out her men and women of the Kargat to capture them and bring them to Il Aluk, Darkon’s capital, so that they can be used as the needed tools to bring back Azalin’s storehouse from the hands of the Order.
Now, you all sit in a room - a blindfold covering your face not allowing for any light to come across your vision. A feminine voice speaks one command. “Remove their blindfolds.”
Sudden exposure to light temporarily blinds you as the blindfold is removed. As your eyes adjust, you see a dining room with a long table, fit for several people to sit and eat at. Men and women, armed, stand behind you all, and other stand by the doors. The room is lit by torches on scones all along the wall, and a woman sits at the head of the table, her hands holding a large sheet across the table - it’s fabric bulging as if something is underneath it. The light catchs her clothes and skin and revealing more details. She wears a purple suit jacket covered in embroideries of flowers, a white dress shirt, and purple suit pants. Yellow tips on the back of the much-too-long jacket portion and the collar of it indicate an apparent love of the flashy and gaudy if the embroidered flowers on her outfit didn’t give it away… or the flower tattoos on her arms and neck leading down underneath herslightly unbuttoned shirt that your eyes catch sight of. Her piercing yellow eyes gaze upon you, and she opens her mouth to speak. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome.. you were the ones who made it.” Any kindness you received in a more private setting is gone, replaced by absolute seriousness. “I’m sure you heard the screams of the ones who didn’t..” She smiles, revealing sharp fangs. “There is one of my men among you, by the way… he will be keeping an eye on you lot as you embark on your journey. Speaking of your journey…” She stands, removing the sheet to reveal a broken man, bloodied and bruised - fresh blood leaking out of cuts and gashes. He is half conscious. “This gentlemen is named Terrin Malfrey, a member of the Order of the Guardians.. I want one of you to interrogate him. But first… introduce yourselves to each other, yes?”
Wex Vibler is wearing a leather jerkin and leather gloves. Paired with practical trousers and boots. On his belt are a 2 pouches. He has shoulder length brown hair with curving horns and a crown of marigolds. His skin is a pale blue and he has long sharp ears. Yes! I am still alive. Maybe there was some godly being who heard my prayer. Then again its most likely because I am of use. The threat of bodily harm is still ever present. Well lets get to work. He looks to the injured man. Poor fool of a man. You should have given them what they wanted. At least then you could have had a quick death.
"Well the environ has improved and there are others now."He rubs his arms glad to have feeling back into them after being tied to a post for so long. "My name is Wex Vibler. A private investigator from Martira Bay. I work for Avarice and Co. I am lover of music and a collector of tales. I am sure between us we can get this man to part with some information."
Drexium Flavin looks around the table. The others see a young male albino Aasimar with silver hair and white skin. Piercing blue eyes and a constant smile almost. He seems to be naked.
"My name is Drexium Flavin and I am a champion for the temple of life." He stands and stretches to work his aching muscles and bones as well. "So, a bit of a test it would seem is that it." A statement more than a question as he grins at the succubus. He moves towards the individual and using his skills of persuasion coaxes the information from them.
"It will go easier on you if you just provide us the small little bit of information, we need kind sir. It only gets worse from here on though."
A test of his faith perhaps he thinks. A test of his diety. A test of Life. His mind races as he tries to put it all together and make the right choices. There must be a way he thinks.
Heiric Sandoral is wearing a thick light grey turban that he keeps wrapped up around his face, so only his eye sockets show. The rest of his ensemble is baggy and loose fitting. He tries to not move much in his chair so as not let the room hear the creaking of bones. It really is futile to try to hide the fact that he has been reduced to nothing more then a mere skeleton, but something from his previous life tells him to conceal everything about yourself someone could try to exploit. He tries to mutter an incantation under his breath one last time, still to no avail, if only he could remember how.
"I am Heiric, Heiric Sandoral. I seemed to have popped up here recently and am still currently trying to get my feet underneath me, still trying to find myself you could say."
He tries to glance around the guards around him, looking for a dagger or a boot knife he could unburden them of.
"I would say the interrogation has already gone poorly for him. You either have the information you need or know he has no information of use to you. But very well, we shall play your little game."
Calna Brightmoon is wearing brown, paint stained overalls and boots. Her curly brown hair can be seen in two loose braids down her head and wisps of hair framing her bright green eyes. The color matching the leaves in the trees near her home. Calna is clearly shaken up and darts her eyes between the woman talking to them and those who have joined her at this table. Unsure of how she managed to get to this point but at the same time relieved to see she is no longer alone.
Calna softly clears her throat. Her voice coming out shaky. "I am Calna Brightmoon of Audora." She quickly turns her gaze to the bloodied man. As the sight in front of her begins to register her fists clenched. She says quietly to the man "Let us help you, tell us the information you may have. The quicker you do, the quicker this torture will end. Please" The last part shaky again, sounding more like a beg than it was to be intimidating knowing that her life has not prepared her for this.
"I am Lesqwyn." The flat voice comes from a woman dressed in robes of a light purple color. They are accented with small patterns of a brighter purple and reddish-purple. Brightly colored embroidered flowers also decorate her garb. The outfit gives the impression of an acolyte of some festive goddess perhaps. Her stern visage and intense stare however do not seem to match the outfit. Her eyes are a bright green and she has straight black hair that comes down to her shoulders. A slight point to her ears suggests she's a half-elf.
"Lesqwyn Hokhi," she adds a moment later, perhaps trying to match the others. "A wizard. I work for her now." Her glance falls on the gaudily dressed woman at the head of the table, though her comment seems pointed towards Wex. Her eyes then move to the man before them, studying the bloodied body. "I daresay he is a great example of where we'll be if we go against our captors. So, let's wrap up the introductions so we can move on to our job."
IC - Drexium blushes a bit but continues with his persuasion of the poor victim. He notes the introductions of the others and makes notes of it mentally.
"Perhaps if we were better outfitted with our tools of trade we could help things along", as he looks to the succubus.
He continues on, "The crew here are antsy. They might be in a rush and that's not good for you. Best to let us know what you know and then it's all good."
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Lektra is an entirely pitch black Owlin with large orange eyes that burn like fire. She is dressed an an intricately wrapped leather that clings tightly to her body. It almost has the feeling of mummy wrapping but on closer inspection you would notice that it is design to be one long strap of leather wrapped and tied around her torso to accommodate the large, silent wings that extend gracefully from her back.
"Lektra" is all she says by way of introduction. She makes pointed eye contact with the woman at the head of the table and slowly scans the faces of the others around her. Taking note of perceived strengths and weaknesses, which guards are armed and where the exits might be. As the blind folds are removed and as others begin the interrogation of the person at the table, Lektra leans back in her chair and crosses her legs. A casual posture and an, almost, bored look in her eyes. She starts picking at the talons on her left hand, content to let the others ask the questions while she sits back and takes everything in before making her move.
Realizing the group seems ro be depending on simple logic to have the man freely explain the exact piece of information required. Clearly this was a test, and the man didn't end up looking like that by being a willing participant in divulging information. "Let's begin with this Mr. Malfrey, despite how I suspect you feel at this moment about the predicament you find yourself in, there is still a possibility you leave this this. Prove yourself of use, and realize to be called upon again and you just might be able to enjoy this prepared meal. My associates and I have some questions for you. Remember while choosing your answers, that I may already know the answers and is simply a test of your... willingness to comply. Let's start where we know. You are a member of the Order of the Guardians ate you not? What does it take for a man such as yourself to become part of that organization? How long have you been a member and to what rank have you manged to achieve for yourself?"
Loose translation in Thieves Can't
You will only leave this place in the bellies of our hosts, I plan to excape that fate. Are any of you in this situation a able to understand this. Anyone have a move to get out? What's the play?
The man looks frantically around the room - at every armed guard and then the party before him - not saying a word. The woman places a hand upon one of his injuries.. and rakes a clawed mail across it. “I suggest you listen to them, Terrin…” He cries out in pain and looks to the woman, then to the party once more. “Don’t be afraid to use a little… persuasion.” The woman who you all know as Baron says as she lifts a bloody claw to her lips. ”Guards, exit the room. I want to see this for myself, by myself.” The guards promptly exit the room leaving Baron, you all, and the captive man.
Baron steps away from the table, and looks to you all - folding her arms across her chest. “Go on.” (I’ll need everyone trying to speak with him to roll persuasion, or intimidation)
Lektra leans back on the two legs of her chair, still seemingly unconcerned with the scene before her "You have information that we need to move forward. I don't like it when things get messy. Why don't you start by talking about the Guardians. Who and what and where are they?
(Are there any place setting on the table? Knives, forks etc? If so, Lektra will casually pick one up and attempt to do a little flourish with it, to prove she knows her way around a blade)
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Wex leans down and speaks in a soft tone "I know you've been through hell and you know how this will end. The only question is how long do you want to suffer. Don't you want the pain to end. Just give us the information about the artifacts and your struggles will be no more."
He looks to Baron slowly, then to Wex. “You… you asked me about Blacker’s Hook, right..? I’ll.. I’ll tell them! The.. the hook is in Souragne. But.. you’ll have to get into the vault first. It.. won’t be easy - it’s in the swamp close enough to Misroi’s prison that any sound will attract him and his guards.”
Calna steps back as Lektra picks up the knife looking at her uneasily. Unsure of what comes next she listens intently. As the man speaks, she looks at Baron to get her reaction.
“Present the severed heads of five undead and place them into five sconces along its base. Then chain them together and the vault will open..” Terrin says with a frown. “But my compatriots are within. They won’t hesitate to kill you if you don’t back down.”
Years ago, the unthinkable happened in the Domain of Dread known as Darkon…. Azalin Rex, Lich king of the Domain suddenly vanished, leaving his castle known as Castle Avernus trapped in a permanent state of magic induced implosion. Believed dead by some, by others ascended - Azalin Rex’s castle lies relatively empty - leading thrill seekers or treasure hunters to attempt to enter into its walls. Most do not return - but one group was successful.. a group known as the Order of the Guardians. They have pilfered Castle Avernus and sent its artifacts into the Mists, as far away from Darkon as possible and locked them away in heavily guarded vaults so that they may never see the light of day again.
Or so the Order hopes, as Darkon’s secret police - the Kargat - has plans to retrieve them. Few have been found due to the inner squabbling of the secret police force - but their leader is hatching plans. Members of the Kargat might be identified right away - but not ordinary adventurers… so she sends out her men and women of the Kargat to capture them and bring them to Il Aluk, Darkon’s capital, so that they can be used as the needed tools to bring back Azalin’s storehouse from the hands of the Order.
Now, you all sit in a room - a blindfold covering your face not allowing for any light to come across your vision. A feminine voice speaks one command. “Remove their blindfolds.”
Sudden exposure to light temporarily blinds you as the blindfold is removed. As your eyes adjust, you see a dining room with a long table, fit for several people to sit and eat at. Men and women, armed, stand behind you all, and other stand by the doors. The room is lit by torches on scones all along the wall, and a woman sits at the head of the table, her hands holding a large sheet across the table - it’s fabric bulging as if something is underneath it. The light catchs her clothes and skin and revealing more details. She wears a purple suit jacket covered in embroideries of flowers, a white dress shirt, and purple suit pants. Yellow tips on the back of the much-too-long jacket portion and the collar of it indicate an apparent love of the flashy and gaudy if the embroidered flowers on her outfit didn’t give it away… or the flower tattoos on her arms and neck leading down underneath her slightly unbuttoned shirt that your eyes catch sight of. Her piercing yellow eyes gaze upon you, and she opens her mouth to speak. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome.. you were the ones who made it.” Any kindness you received in a more private setting is gone, replaced by absolute seriousness. “I’m sure you heard the screams of the ones who didn’t..” She smiles, revealing sharp fangs. “There is one of my men among you, by the way… he will be keeping an eye on you lot as you embark on your journey. Speaking of your journey…” She stands, removing the sheet to reveal a broken man, bloodied and bruised - fresh blood leaking out of cuts and gashes. He is half conscious. “This gentlemen is named Terrin Malfrey, a member of the Order of the Guardians.. I want one of you to interrogate him. But first… introduce yourselves to each other, yes?”
Wex Vibler is wearing a leather jerkin and leather gloves. Paired with practical trousers and boots. On his belt are a 2 pouches. He has shoulder length brown hair with curving horns and a crown of marigolds. His skin is a pale blue and he has long sharp ears. Yes! I am still alive. Maybe there was some godly being who heard my prayer. Then again its most likely because I am of use. The threat of bodily harm is still ever present. Well lets get to work. He looks to the injured man. Poor fool of a man. You should have given them what they wanted. At least then you could have had a quick death.
"Well the environ has improved and there are others now." He rubs his arms glad to have feeling back into them after being tied to a post for so long. "My name is Wex Vibler. A private investigator from Martira Bay. I work for Avarice and Co. I am lover of music and a collector of tales. I am sure between us we can get this man to part with some information."
Drexium Flavin looks around the table. The others see a young male albino Aasimar with silver hair and white skin. Piercing blue eyes and a constant smile almost. He seems to be naked.
"My name is Drexium Flavin and I am a champion for the temple of life." He stands and stretches to work his aching muscles and bones as well. "So, a bit of a test it would seem is that it." A statement more than a question as he grins at the succubus. He moves towards the individual and using his skills of persuasion coaxes the information from them.
"It will go easier on you if you just provide us the small little bit of information, we need kind sir. It only gets worse from here on though."
A test of his faith perhaps he thinks. A test of his diety. A test of Life. His mind races as he tries to put it all together and make the right choices. There must be a way he thinks.
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Heiric Sandoral is wearing a thick light grey turban that he keeps wrapped up around his face, so only his eye sockets show. The rest of his ensemble is baggy and loose fitting. He tries to not move much in his chair so as not let the room hear the creaking of bones. It really is futile to try to hide the fact that he has been reduced to nothing more then a mere skeleton, but something from his previous life tells him to conceal everything about yourself someone could try to exploit. He tries to mutter an incantation under his breath one last time, still to no avail, if only he could remember how.
"I am Heiric, Heiric Sandoral. I seemed to have popped up here recently and am still currently trying to get my feet underneath me, still trying to find myself you could say."
He tries to glance around the guards around him, looking for a dagger or a boot knife he could unburden them of.
"I would say the interrogation has already gone poorly for him. You either have the information you need or know he has no information of use to you. But very well, we shall play your little game."
Calna Brightmoon is wearing brown, paint stained overalls and boots. Her curly brown hair can be seen in two loose braids down her head and wisps of hair framing her bright green eyes. The color matching the leaves in the trees near her home. Calna is clearly shaken up and darts her eyes between the woman talking to them and those who have joined her at this table. Unsure of how she managed to get to this point but at the same time relieved to see she is no longer alone.
Calna softly clears her throat. Her voice coming out shaky. "I am Calna Brightmoon of Audora." She quickly turns her gaze to the bloodied man. As the sight in front of her begins to register her fists clenched. She says quietly to the man "Let us help you, tell us the information you may have. The quicker you do, the quicker this torture will end. Please" The last part shaky again, sounding more like a beg than it was to be intimidating knowing that her life has not prepared her for this.
"I am Lesqwyn." The flat voice comes from a woman dressed in robes of a light purple color. They are accented with small patterns of a brighter purple and reddish-purple. Brightly colored embroidered flowers also decorate her garb. The outfit gives the impression of an acolyte of some festive goddess perhaps. Her stern visage and intense stare however do not seem to match the outfit. Her eyes are a bright green and she has straight black hair that comes down to her shoulders. A slight point to her ears suggests she's a half-elf.
"Lesqwyn Hokhi," she adds a moment later, perhaps trying to match the others. "A wizard. I work for her now." Her glance falls on the gaudily dressed woman at the head of the table, though her comment seems pointed towards Wex. Her eyes then move to the man before them, studying the bloodied body. "I daresay he is a great example of where we'll be if we go against our captors. So, let's wrap up the introductions so we can move on to our job."
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(To give some clarification, friends. You do not have your equipment. Carry on with your introductions!)
OOC - Grin. Noted on gear.
IC - Drexium blushes a bit but continues with his persuasion of the poor victim. He notes the introductions of the others and makes notes of it mentally.
"Perhaps if we were better outfitted with our tools of trade we could help things along", as he looks to the succubus.
He continues on, "The crew here are antsy. They might be in a rush and that's not good for you. Best to let us know what you know and then it's all good."
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Levi Flint - DM - Mad Mage; Korvin - DM - Tyranny of Dragons; Player Lucan - The One Breath, Player Gildor Surion - Balder's Gate-Decent;
Lektra is an entirely pitch black Owlin with large orange eyes that burn like fire. She is dressed an an intricately wrapped leather that clings tightly to her body. It almost has the feeling of mummy wrapping but on closer inspection you would notice that it is design to be one long strap of leather wrapped and tied around her torso to accommodate the large, silent wings that extend gracefully from her back.
"Lektra" is all she says by way of introduction. She makes pointed eye contact with the woman at the head of the table and slowly scans the faces of the others around her. Taking note of perceived strengths and weaknesses, which guards are armed and where the exits might be. As the blind folds are removed and as others begin the interrogation of the person at the table, Lektra leans back in her chair and crosses her legs. A casual posture and an, almost, bored look in her eyes. She starts picking at the talons on her left hand, content to let the others ask the questions while she sits back and takes everything in before making her move.
Realizing the group seems ro be depending on simple logic to have the man freely explain the exact piece of information required. Clearly this was a test, and the man didn't end up looking like that by being a willing participant in divulging information. "Let's begin with this Mr. Malfrey, despite how I suspect you feel at this moment about the predicament you find yourself in, there is still a possibility you leave this this. Prove yourself of use, and realize to be called upon again and you just might be able to enjoy this prepared meal. My associates and I have some questions for you. Remember while choosing your answers, that I may already know the answers and is simply a test of your... willingness to comply. Let's start where we know. You are a member of the Order of the Guardians ate you not? What does it take for a man such as yourself to become part of that organization? How long have you been a member and to what rank have you manged to achieve for yourself?"
Loose translation in Thieves Can't
You will only leave this place in the bellies of our hosts, I plan to excape that fate. Are any of you in this situation a able to understand this. Anyone have a move to get out? What's the play?
The man looks frantically around the room - at every armed guard and then the party before him - not saying a word. The woman places a hand upon one of his injuries.. and rakes a clawed mail across it. “I suggest you listen to them, Terrin…” He cries out in pain and looks to the woman, then to the party once more. “Don’t be afraid to use a little… persuasion.” The woman who you all know as Baron says as she lifts a bloody claw to her lips. ”Guards, exit the room. I want to see this for myself, by myself.” The guards promptly exit the room leaving Baron, you all, and the captive man.
Baron steps away from the table, and looks to you all - folding her arms across her chest. “Go on.” (I’ll need everyone trying to speak with him to roll persuasion, or intimidation)
Persuasion: 16
(16 Intimidation rolled on character sheet)
Lektra leans back on the two legs of her chair, still seemingly unconcerned with the scene before her "You have information that we need to move forward. I don't like it when things get messy. Why don't you start by talking about the Guardians. Who and what and where are they?
(Are there any place setting on the table? Knives, forks etc? If so, Lektra will casually pick one up and attempt to do a little flourish with it, to prove she knows her way around a blade)
Her response to Heiric in thieve's cant
My plan is to get out, by completing the job.
Wex leans down and speaks in a soft tone "I know you've been through hell and you know how this will end. The only question is how long do you want to suffer. Don't you want the pain to end. Just give us the information about the artifacts and your struggles will be no more."
Persuasion Check
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He looks to Baron slowly, then to Wex. “You… you asked me about Blacker’s Hook, right..? I’ll.. I’ll tell them! The.. the hook is in Souragne. But.. you’ll have to get into the vault first. It.. won’t be easy - it’s in the swamp close enough to Misroi’s prison that any sound will attract him and his guards.”
"Can you tell us more about how to get into the vault and any information of Blacker's Hook. " says Wex giving Terrin a reassuring look.
Calna steps back as Lektra picks up the knife looking at her uneasily. Unsure of what comes next she listens intently. As the man speaks, she looks at Baron to get her reaction.
“Present the severed heads of five undead and place them into five sconces along its base. Then chain them together and the vault will open..” Terrin says with a frown. “But my compatriots are within. They won’t hesitate to kill you if you don’t back down.”
Baron can be seen simply smirking. “Good little Terrin..”
(10 insight check to see if Terrin is lying?)