barnabus take tortise out of his backpack and sets him on the captives back.
Barnabus makes a running commentary.
"First while helpless yah put the scorpion in either tha front o on tha back, then the scorpion gets a good grip with pincers on tha ears, then he throws a sting or two aiming fer tha eyes. Funny part is he is good at hittin them from either way."
"Fun only lasts till tha ears comes off, but tha is only tha start o tha game"
"Front o back?"
These are magical bracers that makes a persons cloths stronger, not quite as strong as armor, but close. Barnabus, could you make use of these bracers? Or anyone else for that matter? I certainly can, but do not wish to be greedy.
These are magical bracers that makes a persons cloths stronger, not quite as strong as armor, but close. Barnabus, could you make use of these bracers? Or anyone else for that matter? I certainly can, but do not wish to be greedy.
Davlamin merely gestures to the leather armour he wears in response.
Thuvalia tries to watch the scorpion crawling on her back, then shakes herself, trying to get it off. "Is there a point to bringing me here, or do you just want to see me squirm?"
Skorabor shrudders at the thought of a scorpion crawling around his neck. Then he collects himself and puts on his "game face".
"You can begin by tellin' us why you and the wizard was tryin' to steal that chest!", he states in his most menecing voice.
"No interest in making you squirm how about you talk and I will tell you when to stop talking, try to tell as much as possible and not leave anything out. Then we will ask questions from there."
Thuvalia just glares up at Barnabus. "And I should talk to you because why exactly? Having me on my knees in front of you isn't exactly an incentive for me to talk about much except to complain of your treatment of me."
Skeith smirked as he feigned interest. "Personally I just want to see you squirm." He continued to watch the others as they interrogated the woman. "This one's all yours, folks."
Davlamin sighs. We simply assumed that you didn't want to play nice Thuvalia... Angvar confessed to us that you were the one responsible for the plot, and that all blame should rest on your head. He also told us you would never strike a deal to save your skin, so we'll just have to break you instead. Perhaps you'll have more backbone than that coward...
Thuvalia just glares up at Barnabus. "And I should talk to you because why exactly? Having me on my knees in front of you isn't exactly an incentive for me to talk about much except to complain of your treatment of me."
"I have no doubt tha in this position you do little talking as you are otherwise occupied, but you could try something different for a change.....An tis hard tah complain when engaged in your incentives."
(aside to the others)
"This one proclaims herself little more than a harlot."
"Angvar wouldn't dare say that. He loves me. He's the one who made the deal." She doesn't seem entirely convinced of Angvar's innocence, though. At Barnabus's words, she blanches. "What do you think I am? You think I'm one of those whores of Calistria?"
"Angvar wouldn't dare say that. He loves me. He's the one who made the deal." She doesn't seem entirely convinced of Angvar's innocence, though. At Barnabus's words, she blanches. "What do you think I am? You think I'm one of those whores of Calistria?"
Davlamin laughs heartily. Yes, yes, continue to believe in your 'partner'- he was all too quick to sell you out... Now, hes told us that you were employed by a man on the wharves, and that you had a meeting with him tonight, but he didn't give us any other details. Perhaps you have another detail to offer, to improve your situation- or both of yours, if you still care for that rat.
Thuvalia looks uncertain. She leans back a bit, resting on her feet instead of her knees, exposing her lean, hard curves. "That's all there is to it, really. He only called himself our 'Patron' and said we'd be well compensated for our trouble. He did seem to know exactly how the tournament was going to be set up, even down to how long it was likely to take us to do the job and how long we could expect Saul to be out of the room." She wriggles as if trying to loosen her bonds, then looks up again. "Any chance of getting these ropes off? They're rather uncomfortable, and this isn't exactly the most comfortable position to be in."
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Skeith chuckles at her request. "There's as much a chance of that as there is of our dear dwarf turning into an elf." He glances at the others and silently confirms to them his belief of her story.
"As far as I am concerned the worst you did was disturb my peace, since I was not in tha tournament, the winnings have nothing to do with me."
"I actually would be fine with letting you on your way if you will tell me what you intend to do in the future.
Skorabor looks at Skeith trying to figure out if it was a joke or not. Finaly he chuckles, about half a minute to late.
"That's right! You'll be in those bonds until we see it fit to let you loose"
Someone might want to knock her out, she is giving off some type of magical aura. I would suggest you stop whatever you are doing or we will stop it for you.
Thuvalia immediately leans forward off her feet again, and the magical aura disappears. She glares at the Elf woman. "What the hell else would I do? You make me a prisoner, I'm going to try to escape. If I get out of here, I'll live my life and stay out of yours, unless I have good reason not to. So, are we done here?"
Vesara, determine what the aura is please... Davlamin requests quietly, leaning forward in curiousity.
She has already turned it off, and I did not study it enough to know.
Someone might want to knock her out, she is giving off some type of magical aura. I would suggest you stop whatever you are doing or we will stop it for you.
Skorabor looks around the room for a blunt object in case he would have to realise Vesaras threat.
Thuvalia immediately leans forward off her feet again, and the magical aura disappears. She glares at the Elf woman. "What the hell else would I do? You make me a prisoner, I'm going to try to escape. If I get out of here, I'll live my life and stay out of yours, unless I have good reason not to. So, are we done here?"
"That's what you get when you try and rob a event with a Boulderback in attendance!", Skorabor replies in triumph finally settling for his fists and stands ready to rush forward and grapple Thuvalia if the need arises.
"I am not satisfied with the evasiveness of your answer....'unless I have good reason not too' is vague and self serving, you may have already decided that you have good reason."
"Perhaps you are attracted to me in some way?"
"Like I said as far as I am concerned live and let live, seems a fair deal until an evil one decides that you can be living without limbs, without sight and without sound....But by then the bargain has been struck!"
"Can you say more that is convincing?"
Thuvalia snorts in disgust. "Unless I have good reason not too means if somebody pays me enough, you lummox. Somebody pays me, I might consider it worth risking interfering in your business again. After this, though, that sum is going to be a very large amount, trust me. And no, I'm not even vaguely attracted to you. I'd rather kiss the scorpion or the Dwarf than kiss you."
With that, she spits in the general direction of Barnabus's feet. "Kill me or turn me over to the gendarmes. Nothing I say at this point is going to make a difference." She closes her eyes and settles back, awaiting judgment.
"I like you, I think!"
"I can arrange a kiss of the scorpion for you but the dwarf will have to decide for himself."
"I think it is time for me to have a drink and relax anyway."
"I pardon you for disturbing my peace and spoiling my plans for the evening, I say we cut her loose."
Skorabor grunts at the "dwarf kissing" remarks that are being thrown around.
"Isn't there some kind of law in this town we can turn her over to? I don't trust this one running around.", he says staring down Thuvalia.
Skorabor grunts at the "dwarf kissing" remarks that are being thrown around.
"Isn't there some kind of law in this town we can turn her over to? I don't trust this one running around.", he says staring down Thuvalia.
I agree Skorabor. Her crimes should be handled by the local authorities here, not turned loose to steal again or worse.
"Perhaps there is a reward?"
"I think she would turn me in for a reward, though I still swear those turkeys were wild rather than I was stealing them, though I had been drinking."
"I vote we turn her in to the local authorities. She knows full well what we are capable of and that we can easily dispatch her and her allies if any of them decide to retaliate - providing she has allies. Isn't that right, milady?
He waltzes over to her and bends down in front of her. "Besides, I know what you and your ... love ... look like, so I know how to find you."
Skeith lets his form flicker as he speaks this last sentence and for a brief moment, long enough for the woman to take note, his face settles on that of Angvar and then of her. Then it reverts back.
"Do we have an arrangement?" Skeith stands and queries his allies.
Three of us have agreed to turn her over to local authorities- motion carries...
"Yep. Her and the rest of the draffs."
I agree give them to the guardsman.
"Yeah turn them over but remove anything interesting from them first!"
Upon hearing your opinions, she spits at you. "Do it, then. I'd do the same, if I were you. And keep that scorpion away from me, wild boy." On seeing Skeith's shift, she pales. "You...you aren't...what are you?"
Feldin takes her into the room where Angvar is, and then returns carrying the remainder of her gear . Then he takes his position against the wall near the door, and asks, "Do you want to interview the rest, or simply collect their belongings and wait for the Gendarmes to take them?"
The rest won't know anything the ringleaders didn't. Strip them of their gear, then await the authorities. Oh- and tell Saul we're done here.
"Take it and sell it I say."
"If they want it back they can buy it back."
"I like that wild boy Barnabus, has a certain ring to it."
"Mayhap they are misguided or bored individuals, looking for something worthwhile to do...."
"Take it and sell it I say."
That was the intention, yes... Davlamin mutters, distracted in his thoughts.
Skeith simply smiles malevolently at her as he steps away. "You may call me Oberon, King of the Faeries. The pixie-folk are watching."
Feldin nods his head, then leaves the room. He returns with an armload of gear from the goons and Saul Vancaskerkin and listens as Saul speaks to all of you.
"Good evening, lady and gentlemen. I trust you all are well? Anybody need a healing potion or two, or can I get you some wine? Please, have a seat." After such things are settled, he sits at the head of the table and continues.
"You all know who I am. Or at least, you all know my name. I used to be a leader of a major gang here in Riddleport. I've since retired from that lifestyle. It cost me a number of things that were too dear to me. It cost me my wife, and my sons have been exiled. It cost me my left hand. Over the years, I was left with nothing. No family, no fortune, and little in the way of health."
"Since my days of destitution, I've managed to scrape some money together and buy this place. I'm trying to go clean, just running a business. This place was the first real gambling hall in the city. I'm trying to bring her back to her glory days. I'm too old to leave town, and I can't go back into the crime business. It's too hard on life. I'm not giving everything up again." With a sigh, he leans back in his chair, slumping slightly in a dejected manner.
"Unfortunately, the life of crime is all too unwilling to release its hold on me, as you saw tonight. I still have enemies among the crime lords of this city. I wouldn't doubt it if one of them had hired Angvar and his wench to rob this place. They've been in that business for more than a little while, running protection rackets and the like. I thought about going to Clegg Zincher, one of the crime bosses, for protection from things like this, but I don't want to sell my soul to that life again." He leans forward and puts his arms on the table, a glimmer coming into his eye.
"That's why I've asked you to join me tonight. I'd like to make you all a business proposal. I'm impressed with how easy it was for you to deal with those thugs. I think you might be able to help me turn this place around. I'd like to hire you as junior partners in the Gold Goblin Gaming Hall. You'd work for me, and help with the day-to-day running of the place. Depending on what you feel you're suited for, you could be dealers, bouncers, croupiers, greeters, hospitality, what have you. At least, that's what everybody else would see. I'd like you to be my bodyguards, consultants, and messengers when necessary. I could pay you 10gp a week and a cut of the profits we take. What say you?" With his speech done, he leans back in his chair.
I suppose i've been away from Riddleport for too long myself- and it saddens me to see that the crime lords have such a strong grip over Riddleport since my agitating days. I am at your service Saul, and Moonchaser will help see off any ruffians the next time for a warm fire and meat twice a day...
I will help, I could certainly use the money.
"Wine if you please, good sir!", Skorabor replies heartely. "It takes more than that riff-raff to put scars on a Boulderback!"
Skorabor helps himself to some generous swigs of wine as he listens to Saul's offer. He shifts uncomforably a number of times when Saul talks about his criminal past but straightens himself as Saul mentions his suspicions of the motive behind tonights assault.
As Saul reaches the end of his speech and Davlamin and Vesara accepts, it seems as if Skorabor has reached a decision. Strenghtened by the wine, he stands up and extends his hand to Saul."You've got yourself a deal! The thugs of this town will think twice about every tryin' to knock this place over again."
"Sounds like the price of insurance must be very high indeed for this area if it is cheaper to pay us and bring us all in on the business.
"How much would it cost to keep the crimelords appeased?"
"The fates decided that at this time I do not need a healing potion but that circumstance could change so I will accept one."