Glaring at the bimbo: You think he would choose you over me? You would be squished in seconds. I, on the other hand, have the blood of dragons in me. I survived when many of my childhood companions died horrible deaths. It made me strong so that I survived.
But now you have just tipped your hat. Attalas, your new love just admitted that she loved Mord. She probably seduced him with sweet nothings just as she has been doing to you. She is not your love, but she wants to be your killer.
Which brings be back to where we started a moment ago. I know enough about magic that except for the most powerful of mages, no spell lasts forever. So Miss Bimbo, unless you are a great arch-mage, I will be very interested in seeing how Attalas reacts when your spell wears off. Perhaps then he will give you the lovin' you want, but I am guessing it will not be enjoyable for you wench.
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"Something happened to my friend,
Rekkart met a bloody end,
The past will make the present rend,
To Mord's will we all shall bend.
One more wolf, a thief, a liar,
One more body for Zarongel's pyre.
Emotions climb ever higher
As we sink into this mire.
Patrissa has awed and cooed
Killian does naught but brood
Nymeria left, to be pursued
Who next will be wormy food?"
While Mobo sings he sifts through what remains of Rekkart's pockets looking for trinkets Ragnvald may have missed.
"Sir Rekkart is dead, nobody is gonna fix that. If anybody else wants to live we gotta stop being sneaky sneaky to each other. Mobo uses Boomstick, you all see that now. That is all Mobo hid. Attalas, you are Mobo's friend. I no want to see you smash me for pretty lady."
Patrissa: Oh no, never would I want Attalas to do that. Mobo, you are our friend, only Jezbazeel wants to see more bloodshed!
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"You are mine now Patrissa, I know that's what you wanted, and now we can be together without him."
The rest of peoples conversations seem to be going past the Ogre who seems confused, but looks slightly threatened, as though he can't understand what people are upset about.
"Mobo is good Goblin, Ragnvald is good man too. Jezbez is also my friend. Maybe you all come to my wedding?"
"Yes Patrissa, we go now, time for us to mate. You are mine now"
He grabs her arm 'lovingly' and starts looking for the door.
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...
Rangvald laughs sadistically. "Weren't you leaving? I'm not going to try and convince him of his status one way or another. You are a slaver and a hypocrite who has rendered a strong warrior into a slavering animal who kills helpless cowering old men trapped in devices or torment. I don't need the strength of Gorum or my own blade to tell you that. Begone, test your magic and your dog against the ghosts and carrion storms. I will spare neither of you any hate. I have only pity for him."
Picking up the sword he tests its weight. Then perhaps out of a sense of superstition he pulls his hunting knife and places it in the paladins hands. Armed in the land of the dead. Then going to the priest he gives the same courtesy.
"We are done here." He turns to look at Mobo, Halgrak and Jezabezel completely disregarding the enraged whore. "Let's make sure the naive elf hasn't decided to do something else foolish. And I fear Killian is more than a mere victim in this."
With that he simply walks around the other two as if they were ghosts. Banishment, a justice far worse then execution in the lands of the Linnorm Kings.
Now grinning: Well Miss Goodygoody, you have your wish, I hope you enjoy giving birth to 1/2 ogres. You could always remove your spell from him and save yourself lots of pain, although if you don't I personally will enjoy your screams as you experience just how large an ogre is.
I follow Ragnvald to see what the elf and old man are up to.
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"Yes Patrissa, we go now, time for us to mate. You are mine now"
Even though there's some surprise in Patrissa's face, she keeps her smile
Oh Attalas, shouldn't we wait until we have left the building? On the other hand...I also want you sooo badly.
Killian: ...
"So, (name of dude who the note was addressed to directed at Killian), Rekkart is dead and Patrissa is about to be raped to death by an Ogre she bewitched herself. Going better than expected?" Says Ragnvald as he catches up. "Who needs clever traps, pacts with ghosts and a vengeful spirit when the victims themselves are every bit as murderous as the executioner?"
Killian smiles and nods True, I guess old Jarbin Mord is pretty close to us and laughing all the while...but so what, we're going to die one by one until the real killer is found.
Halgrak: Hey, maybe it was Rekkart - if he was it, we should be able to leave now, right?
Killian smiles and nods True, I guess old Jarbin Mord is pretty close to us and laughing all the while...but so what, we're going to die one by one until the real killer is found.
Halgrak: Hey, maybe it was Rekkart - if he was it, we should be able to leave now, right?
"For all his foibles Rekkart was still a paladin. His god might not have minded his impure thoughts but it is action that forces one to truly fall. He acted out of a sense of justice and rightness even if it was twisted but there is no gray area about slaughtering a helpless woman and child anymore then there is slaughtering a helpless old man. He would never have remained a paladin."
"The puzzle comes together but not clearer. Patrissa admitted to seducing Mord. An affair. It's easy to see why she was convinced blinded by her own vanity. She believed he killed them because that's what she expects her lovers to do. To become the center of their world. Sickening b!!%+. She gets what she deserves."
Killian: Hey Ragnvald, I have a nice bit of very old Absalomian gossip for you...I heard - in a very shabby tavern, I confess - that Patrissa is Alastir Wade's half-sister and that Silman Trabe was her sugar daddy...a long long time ago.
Ragnvald thinks about this. "Alastir Wade....what do we know of him again? Recent events fill my head with images I'd rather forget."
The prosecutor who never lost a case...
"Ah." Ragnvald says. "Him." Finishing venomously.
Jez looks at her hands and starts counting fingers:
So the rich b#$%^ was the half sister of the prosecutor, was sleeping with the other judge who Rekkhart hated, was also sleeping with Mord, and is an enchantress. Well, hopefully 500 pounds of fun will show her the error of her ways.
Looking at Killian - by the way, why are you so knowledgable about all this and why didn't you bring this forward earlier when we were playing stretchy stretchy with the gnome?
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"Patrissa not make for good chief mate. She not have wide hips. She only good for four maybe five babies. Mobo will teach them how to shoot."
Mobo pulls out his goblin pickles from beneath his poncho, a small jar of something in brine but you aren't sure what. As he munches,
"If Mobo knew he was gonna deal with snakes like Patrissa he would have brought a tossglove... Anybody want some?"
The Ogre's face continues to harden in a mixture of glee...and something else.
"We maybe not gettin out of here living, but I will protect you from Mordy as I have saved you from Rekkart."
He tightens what was his previously loose grip with one hand and starts tearing her clothes off with the other.
Deep down in his Ogrish soul there is a dark fire being stoked, as though his foul Ogre psyche no longer suppressed by his upbringing and continuous force of will is finally losing its restraints. He is to have his way with her, now, and that corrupted Ogre bloodline in his mind plants a seed of ugliness; he almost wants her to struggle under his meaty hands.
Grapple - v CMD.
Spellcraft: On Patrissa and Attalas
Detect Magic on Killian.
Why are you following me? Go away! She says, walking out into the room with the clock. She leans against the wall opposite the clock and lets herself slide down into sitting, her head in her hands. Her claws have gone back into her hands, leaving only small drops of blood where they once were.
Seeing that Mobo has some kind of a semi-edible treat, Jez takes a pickle and sits down next to him to see what happens next.
Mmmm, good pickles, the brown spots and the mold really add to the flavor.
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The moment you tighten your grip on Patrissa, she lets some rose petals fall down and mumbles a single word
Hey hey my strong warrior, we don't wanna rush this, mhm?
@ Nymeria:
Killian has no magic aura and your retcon spellcraft check does not show you anything. You didn't notice that she cast a spell.
Halrgrak: What now?
Killian: Turning to Jez he just shrugs Well, an old taverngoer like me has heard a lot of stuff over time, you know?
Will
Attalas releases his grip on her throat, but continues on disrobing the woman.
"What iz you talking about? I'm taking it slow... you don't know much about Ogres do you" he laughs fondly. "I have killed the rival for you, so now we must mate. Less talking more undressing"
Whilst he is still lovey dovey, there is only so much dawdling a blood covered and 'rampantly aroused' Ogre is prepared to put up with.
Well all, so that we do not have to listen to the b@#$% scream, I say we finish checking out this level of the courthouse and then move upstairs. And if anyone has any skills with healing, it would be appreciated as that ghoulish father took a nasty slash out of my arm.
"I have but one spell at my disposal. And I wish to save that for a true emergency. Any other healing we might have had now rests in Pharasma's realm. You can thank the dog for that. Speaking of which." Ragnvald draws the magical blade that the paladin held. "Too light for my tastes but it bears enchantment. Anyone care to use it?"
As your begin to undress the voluptuous Patrissa, her soothing words make you more and more sleepy and soon the world darkens around you.
"Then a goblin dog if you prefer. Whatever the case he is no warrior. He follows a hot haired whore for the promise of a soothing word and a scratch behind the ears. He drools at the prospect of doing her bidding. If you are so eager to point a weapon at someone point it at her and see how much of a friend he is."
Speaking of the big guy, where did he go? I would have expected lots of grunting by this point. Should we see if the b@#$% has done anything to him?
And while you may have grown up a sheltered human life Ulfen man, some of have spent a lifetime being singled out for being different. I am guessing that the good ogre would not appreciate you language. The red witch did something to him and we need to find out what before Mord hangs him from the roof or tears his tongue out.
Lets go find the big guy Mobo.
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"If Mobo sees her hurt him, Boomstick will make her go away. You sing good in battle, Ragnvald, so Mobo like you. But Mobo not trust you. Right now Mobo trust Attalas and probably Jezbazeel. Elf-kin tries to play nice then puts claws at throats, and old jurors are sneaky and keep dying. I don't want to shoot anybody else 'cept Mord. If any of us gonna make it out alive we need teamwork. One goblin doesn't make a tribe."
Mobo will follow Jezbazeel back to Attalas' Den of Unwanted Love.
As you leave the torture chamber, you spot Patrissa running up the stairs. Her dress is a bit torn, her hair tosled but besides that she seems unharmed.
"zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
Not bothering to give an answer Ragnvald follows along and seems genuinely surprised to see the ogre and woman apparently unharmed. But remains silent.
Retcon - Ragnvald, I will take that sword. Not really my style, but if it is magic, I can use it against these undead monstrosities.
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Ignoring the wench, I run past her and quickly look to see where Attalas is. If she was coming up the stairs, I go down them.
You have spotted that Patrissa came out of the room in which the jury once had debated the case. And while she ascends the stairs and disappears upstairs, you find Attalas lying on the large table in the room sleeping like a baby.
I run over to Attalas and start to shake him.
Big man, you ok? Wake up, the witch is gone. Are you ok?
I'll follow her...nobody deserves that...And besides, we need to know what happened. Nymeria says, quickly stringing her bow and jogging up the stairs after Patrissa without a glance back.
"I think I'll remain here for now. Every action that woman takes is suicidal. I'd love that if it weren't for her bleeding heart." With that Ragnvald gives Attalas a prod. "Did the wenches clothes ripping tire you out?"
"So the puzzle becomes clearer. She gets on the jury to tip the balance in Trabe's favor. She didn't need convincing while she was bedding Wade. And the paladin would follow his lust before his common sense. BEtween him, the thug, Halgrak's torture, and Patrissa's own treachery. So why would Wade want mord dead? And through his family?"
I look at Ragnvald a little confused.
She was the one who wanted him dead. She was sleeping with Mord. She loved Mord, but he was married and ugly. One of her high self-opinion could not let it be known she was sleeping with him. She got herself on the jury and then used her feminine charm, and probably some arcane charm as well, to make sure that Mord's neck went stretchy stretchy. She probably had Wade walking on a leash as well.
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When I see Nymeria running up the stairs. I yell out:
Girl, you are chasing a woman who just charmed and knocked out an ogre into the unknown of a courthouse filled with undead. You are welcome to follow the b@#$%, but I think you are going to be alone on this one.
As you rush up the stairs to follow Patrissa, you find her in a corridor upstairs. She didn't make it very far from the stairs and you are shocked to see her sit in a puddle of blood. She has opened her belly with her own dagger and drawn out her intestinels which she has laid around her neck like a pearl necklace. Her head rests on her chest and you are sure that she has died a most horrible death...in the distance, you can see the large silhouette of the Croaker moving through the shadows.
"She...She..." Attalas waves his hands as he wakes up, a look of betrayed anguish on his face. "Just wait here they said, a special mission this is, wait by the road and just wait until we come back for you... then betrayed. She left me by the road too now."
He looks very sad. His big sad eyes look at the wound the Ghoul left, and somehow, you are not sure how, but his face gets even sadder.
"She dropped rose petals."
I give Attalas a hug.
Come on big man. We need to figure out how to get out of here. I am sure that we are going to need your sword and skills to help us. You have at least two friends, one with blue hair and one with a boomstick. Lets see if we can figure out this riddle before Mord gets us. If those other two nutty women want to get themselves killed, that is their choice.
Turning to Ragnvald. You with us? I say we keep carefully searching this place, there has to be a way to defeat Mord or to escape this trap somewhere.
AAAARRRRRRHHHHHH!
Nymeria screams in disgust and anguish when she sees Patrissa laid out like that. Seeing the silhouette, she fires an arrow at it.
Longbow:
Damage:
Stop it!!! Why!!! I don't understand!
Oh sorry - the Croaker is the ghost of Jarbin Mord. (Thought I had mentioned it^^)
Your arrow misses and the silhouette disappears without answer.
Nymeria sighs and heads back downstairs to the others.
Patrissa...She...she is gone.