As Ragnvald finishes his warsong he seems...refreshed, energized. He laughs as he stares down at the broken ghouls body and turns to the others and makes an all encompassing gesture on the room. "Behold! Due process! A prosecutor who has never lost a case convinces a judge to take a hired goon to sway an already tipped jury in his favor after murdering the victims wife and children! A ghost that seeks vengeance on the weak willed and hypocritical! Surrounded by death! By lies!" He laughs some more. "The only truth here, the only justice, is at the edge of the blade! At the clashing of blade on claw! HA! And I was beginning to think I would never understand this place! Come let us take the head of this child murderer and satiate this creatures bloodthirst."
Sir Rekkart: The paladin again ignores all the the rant aimed at him and proclaims We have honoured Iomedae in destroying this ghoulish apparition and are again bathed in her evershining light of...uargh
before he is able to finish his speech, he suddenly tumbles back, right into the spiked chair that leans against the wall. As if by magic the clasps around his wrists close and he is pressed into the screws, spikes and scalpels that are mounted to the seating.
You spot a translucent small boy that is running out of the room, maybe he has pushed the unlucky paladin into the chair.
Perception
Attalas looks aghast at the Paladin flying into the contraption
"It weren't me!...but you wanted me to kill him, didn't you Patrissa?"
Attalas looks like the other shoe has finally dropped, and he steps his distance back to stay out of reach.
"You knew Rekky wanted in your pants, and you was going to make him jealous so he'd fight me and die. We all now know he was booby touchy man, and you know he wanted to booby touch you, or maybe even booby touchy you again...why you want him killed for?"
Patrissa looks genuinely shocked - while Rekkart is yelping in pain in the back.
She scurries over to Attalas and takes his large hand into hers and says
Oh Attalas, how could you ever think my feelings for you weren't sincere? I'm all yours!
Will Save DC 17, otherwise you're charmed. Try to act like a nice ogre in love, will you? :)
Will Save
He now looks even more hurt and surprised.
"I thought you was being real, and then saw how shiny man was looking at you and heard his nasty comments and felt sad because what he says is true, I am a monster and you are not, and monsters don't get to be happy! Then I knew Rekkart and you must have had a thing going, and so I thought you must still have a thing going, but then now I know its not true and that you are being true! Rekkart will never allow it though, you know that."
"Patrissa dear I love you so
and to the broom closet we will go
Just say yes, and don't say maybe
I'm gonna give you a half ogre baby!"
"But first I am gonna make sure Rekkart can't be jealous anymore...then I be right back and we make sweet sweet loving."
He takes his sword and advances on the trapped Paladin, ready to ram the sword through the trapped man and the box containing him.
...as there was no protest over his actions, the 'Lovestruck Ogre' rams four feet of steel through Rekkarts trapped form.
Sense Motive 1 - It is clear the Ogre is set on a brutal course of action, clearly due to perceived self preservation issues, the set of his eyes and face make it clear anyone looking to intervene would probably be seen as 'the enemy' in conspiracy against him. His dark eyes hold a regard of deep suspicion.
Coup de'Grace -
Initiative:
Nymeria screams as she watches the scene unfold like a bad horror film.
Seeing it as her only option, she grabs Patrissa and steps in front of the ogre, frowning at him with fire in her eyes. She holds Patrissa by the hair from behind, her fist poised a short distance from her throat. As you watch, sharp claws of bone slowly slice through the skin between her knuckles and approach Patrissa's bare throat.
Leave the paladin be! Don't make me hurt her!
Perception:
Something evil and bad;
Made Ogre glad;
Tin can man not nice;
But should not die so twice;
Pull him free;
And we'll see;
What cause his stumble;
And near death tumble.
As soon as I see Sir Rekkart stumble. I jump up and try to pull him free.
Strength:
Attalas, Ragnvald help me get him out of here. He may be a dirty old man, but does not deserve to die like this.
Initiative:
Perception.
Initiative.
Init
...as everyone conspires to turn against the Ogre and keep him away from his love, right down to what appears to be trying to kill her...
"By the Gods! Nymeria, you have been working all along with shiny man to stop us! I will save you Patrissa!"
5' step to Nymeria
Attack
Damage
Jez acts before Attalas, but will try to free Rekkart
Nymeria acts berfore him, but won't do much more than shouting
Ragnvald may act before Attals, so will Mobo.
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Seeing the Ogre start to wave his giant sword around:
Attalas - this is not the way. Rekkart may have flaws, but he is not evil. Something is wrong with you. Please put your sword down so that nobody gets hurt. If Rekkart or anyone else deserves to die, he will get his just deserts, but this is not the way.
Diplomacy:
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Option one is to drop Attalas where he stands. That's well within Ragnvald's capability. And I actually have a 25 intiative as I forgot the part where I took improved initiative. So I've got everyone pretty much crushed in that regard. But I only get one shot at it. Maybe two if he decides to go after Nymeria first. I blow one spell to heal him after he's stabilized but first I hack the womans limbs off with a rusty bonesaw. Ragnvald isn't nice.
Option two is to attempt to fascinate him with Ragnvald's awesomeness. However I think in this case it'll autofail since we're here in inititivie so that's out. If Zyren rules otherwise this might be the option I take.
Keep him fascinated while stretchy stretchy is applied to Patrissa elsewhere followed by rusty bonesaw Ragnvald isn't nice.
Third option and likely best option is to command spam Attalas until he behaves himself or until he is subdued. PArt of this will e convincing Patrissa to release whatever hold she has on him. This might also involve the slow application of a high strength scor and a rusty bonesaw. Ragnvald isn't nice.
Bottom line is you've gottan Ragnvald involved in a petty squabble over a dirty whore. Ragnvald isn't nice.
So what should I do?
Seeing the carnage on the brink of unfolding a certain sense of self preservation finally overcomes Ragnvald. He steps back from the incoming riot and speaks clearly, plainly, and without any sense of threat rather with the cold sense of inevitability he simply knows he will be obeyed with the confidence of an ancient king who toppled the elven civilization. "HALT!"
Suddenly Attalas's vision is filled with a giant of a...thing like an iron golem or perhaps a demon. Regardless it's a figure clad in dark rusted full plate with razor sharp spikes jutting from all around it. In his hands he holds a greatsword before him in preparation to meet your oncoming charge. Attalas is suddenly gripped by an overwhelming fear of this being this Lord in Iron. To move is to be cut down, to attack is to be cut down, to do anything but that implicit and straightforward order to stand in place and do nothing is to know what it is to defy a god without pity or mercy.
Turning to the others his orders are implicit and as direct as the one he gave Attalas.
To Nymeria: "Release the wench."
To Patrissa: "Release whatever hold on him you have. You cannot keep him. You obviously cannot control him."
To Rekkart: "Stop pissing yourself."
To Attalas: "Behave yourself. Do you not see how he cowers before you? How he sits in a chair of pain at your mercy? He will not harm you. He cannot harm you. He is a helpless old man and a fool. Kill him now and that makes you a coward and an animal. Do you understand?"
Will save
As he turned on the Paladin the whole world turned into Chaos for the poor Ogre. There was his hated tormentor finally getting his due. The man who once turned a blind eye to injustice out of prejudice against the unsightly. There sits the man who tormented Attalas, and was happy to let his injuries go unaided, yet clamoured to aid the pretty and more human stranger.
The same Paladin who had spited him and mocked him, the servant of Iomedae, and was it not a depiction of Iomedae that had fallen upon the Ogres head and almost killed him? Did the Paladin make no remark of this and sek to aid him? The Paladin was clearly behind the act of cowardly betrayal. Was it not the same Paladin that sought to ensure Attalas was up the front and in danger, and when the undead appeared seemed ever to be absent? When the undead rent a huge chunk from Attalas flesh was it not the Paladin that left it bleeding when it was in his power to heal.
No, Rekkart was behind it all.
What of darling Patrissa? Her love so true and so shamelessly stated, and yet Sir Rekkart would never allow it, not with his poorly concealed contempt and covetousness of Patrissa, he wants her for himself and will clearly kill to get her.
The way is clear.
No! Patrissa has been grabbed by the stranger that shouted and yelled at him, the evil woman who rattled him earlier with her vicious words and fierce composure has taken Patrissa captive, clearly an ally of Rekkart! Stabbing at her though might endager Patrissa!
Ragnvald though is wise and a man that has only shown decency and right thinking, amid all the confusion his words echo in Attalas ears - "Kill him now!" the words ringing like a bell in his mind, and thus the Ogre carries out the command with immediacy and obedience.
There is a short moment of "I knew you are a monster" in Sir Rekkart's eyes before the sword smashes through his chest. He dies nearly instantly as his heart is literally broken.
Patrissa shrieks in horror at the scene and tries to wrestle free from Nymeria's hold
Attalas help me!
Meanwhile Halgrak has arrived and looks utterly terrified at the ogre.
Attalas, what have you done?
There is a short moment of "I knew you were no Paladin" in Attalas eyes as he carries out the death sentence.
"I'll save you my darling Patrissa!" he screams deperately, the shrill note of terror rising in his throat as he realises her predicament.
Nymeria screams as the Paladin-kebab is prepared before her eyes. Attalas! How could you!? ...Here, take your prize, I'm leaving! she says, releasing Patrissa and pushing her towards the Ogre. She turns and pushes past Jez, crying as she makes for the door. Let me through!
How did I end up here!?
Seeing the man I was attempting to save become a truly holy man, I turn to Patrissa shouting.
What did you do to my ogre? What spell have you cast upon him to make him evil. He was an ogre with a good heart. You touched him and now he has killed a good a Paladin of Iomadea.
Intimidate:
I ready an action to run if the crazed ogre approaches me.
Shaking his head he mutters "coward" under his breath. Stepping to the paladin he wrenches the massive weapon from the corpse and goes through the process of removing the body from the chair and stripping him of useful things.
"An ignoble end for a foolish old man. Go to your ancestors in peace"
When this is done RAgnvald finally pays attention to the body of the former adventurer.
Patrissa scurries behind Attalas
Attalas, let us flee, let's leave all those people behind us!
Halgrak tries to hold Nymeria meanwhile
Hey, stop, you can't go anywhere!
@ ragnvald: Sir Rekkart possessed the plate mail he was wearing, his longsword and his shield. Nothing else of significance.
Attalas, your fair maiden is a witch. We are your friends. Ask the wee goblin, for the past hour or more, little miss innocent has done nothing by egg you on to attack Sir Rekkart. If you leave now, she will probably cause you to hang from the roof or pull your tongue out. Is that what you want? Together we are strong, separate we die.
And little Miss Innocent, I repeat my question. WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY OGRE? If you want to hide behind him, that is fine, we can sit here with the Paladin you just killed and the dead ghoul. Eventually, the good ogre will come to his senses, and I expect his repentance for what you made him do to Rekkart will be directed at you. So I advise you to answer my question before we start seeing how much stretchy stretchy you can endure.
Sense Motive on Svet-I mean-Killian who's been awful quiet this whole time. *Sigh* nevermind.
Carefully Ragnvald goes over the bodies keeping an ear out lettign the others continue their pointless murderous squabble. It appears that Mord did not have to do anything. All he had to do was bring these buffoons together. He cursed himself on his failure to stop this act of cowardice. Had the ogre simply squared off and battled the paladin that might ahve been different. Instead he chose those cowards way. He was little more than a dog now. To be disregarded as the worthless wretch he was.
KIillian is leaning against the door frame observing the scene...
Patrissa: The only thing I did to Mord was give him the love he deserves, you foul blue monster! her voice sounds a bit like a harpy now and she is clearly enraged. If you don't let Attalas and me pass, I...I mean he has to kill you too!
"And where will you go I wonder?" Ragnvald says as he crosses the paladins arms over his sword and closes his eyes. "Outside? You should know by now that's a fools errand. Perhaps you'll find a quiet dusty corner and give the dog what he wants as a reward? I'm sure you'll find that quite an experience. All the rumors I've ever heard have suggested that ogres do not make gentle lovers. But now that you mention it perhaps Mord was the hand who held the axe. But was he the will? The mind? Did he perhaps get manipulated as our large dog is now? And then when he needed the aid most you abandoned him as you have doubtless abandoned dozens of others? Magic is a funny thing. I can command men to halt in their tracks, to flee before me, to fall to the ground in supplication but it's not a guaranteed thing, or even a permanent thing. Sadly it seems the dog's lust is stronger than his good sense. A pity. I would have liked to have seen this paladins vaunted skill before he died." Standing up Ragnvald cracks his back. "Three down. Three to go. And m'lady if I have learned anything in my time here it's that you are doomed no matter the size of your dog."
With that Ragnvald makes a thorough search of the priest.
Out of my way, ser! Nymeria practically shouts at Halgrak, attempting to slip past him. I cannot bear to be in this room any longer!
Escape Artist:
Halgrak let's Nymeria pass and sighs, but Killian follows her.
Patrissa: You shall not call Attalas a dog! He's a hero and he defended my honour...and think twice before you go on with insulting us - if your magic is too weak to hold him, maybe you shouldn't provoke him anymore...