Brock looks at the dead bodies and his hurt campaions and shakes his head...
"I HATE magic!"
"I HATE magic!"
Thrakhir chimes in. "You said it, brother!"
Juliare comes back running ...
' F..... wizard ! Sorry , I didn't flee under my free will .
Any of these still alive ? I would like to know if it's Melchior who did arrange this ambush . If not , I think we should track the survivors and ask them some pointed questions . At the least , we need to destroy the dead dwarf , it could attack people less able to defend themselves than ourselves ! '
we need to destroy the dead dwarf , it could attack people less able to defend themselves than ourselves ! '
Clark's head comes up at that, "Petra, how long would the fear you created make that creature run away? Juliare's right -- we should pursue it if not the others and put it down."
Clark's head comes up at that, "Petra, how long would the fear you created make that creature run away? Juliare's right, we should pursue it if not the others and put it down."we need to destroy the dead dwarf , it could attack people less able to defend themselves than ourselves ! '
The abomination should actually be back to it's old self by now. whatever that is.
I agree with Juliare. But first let's see what the hafling has to say and let's see if all of us are allright. Anyone need more healing before we press ahead? Perhaps these scrolls can help us. Ironic if they do, the first help that church ever given us. Spellcraft check to ID the scrolls 1d20+4=11
Clark's head comes up at that, "Petra, how long would the fear you created make that creature run away? Juliare's right, we should pursue it if not the others and put it down."we need to destroy the dead dwarf , it could attack people less able to defend themselves than ourselves ! '
The abomination should actually be back to it's old self by now. whatever that is.
I agree with Juliare. But first let's see what the hafling has to say and let's see if all of us are allright. Anyone need more healing before we press ahead? Perhaps these scrolls can help us. Ironic if they do, the first help that church ever given us. Spellcraft check to ID the scrolls 1d20+4=11
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Second , Petra .
the new custodian of the temple of the moon , one called Melchior, did help with some remove disease yesterday .
Brock looks at Petra with a goofy smile and lumbers over to the cleric drags him two feet before the halfling and raises the large axe over his head...
He'll let it fall if no one stops him
Brock ! Stop ! We have to ask him who paid him to kill us !
Brock ! Stop ! We have to ask him who paid him to kill us !
Clark eventually manages to stop the halfling's bleeding and notes that he has a faint but steady pulse. The cleric is beyond help, though.
Kirwen's form dwindles back to its usual, still-large form.
"I HATE magic!"Thrakhir chimes in. "You said it, brother!"
Kirwen chuckles, but doesn't say anything.
Brock turns his head at Juliare Axe still high above his head
"You can speak with the dead?"
Brock will stop if Juliare still has a problem with it, if not the Axe goes down and the Cleric has no head.
Brock turns his head at Juliare Axe still high above his head "You can speak with the dead?"
No she can't, but If you give me the head I might try when I get more powerful. Anyway, it might come in handy later on.
At Petra's mention of Juliare being a "She" He goes red and grins almost happy that he was not the only one that had made that very large mistake. Brock then had a very fast change of heart and spoke quicker then he'd shot up that grin.
"He is a man, and a better one then most" Brocks voice is light as it often is, as if he is drunk on something... maybe just tired he thinks the Large Axe still over his head waiting for someone to say something...
At Petra's mention of Juliare being a "She" He goes red and grins almost happy that he was not the only one that had made that very large mistake. Brock then had a very fast change of heart and spoke quicker then he'd shot up that grin.
"He is a man, and a better one then most" Brocks voice is light as it often is, as if he is drunk on something... maybe just tired he thinks the Large Axe still over his head waiting for someone to say something...
Thrakhir moves back over to the halfling, shaking him awake.
Once the halfling awakens, Thrakhir growls, "Why were you attackin' us, shorty?"
The halfling is in pretty bad shape. It could take hours for him to wake up, unless you heal him.
Where do you want to go next?
First we tie the hafling then Petra channels energy. Roll: 1d6=5
Kirwen lumbers over to loom at the halfling.
The halfling twitches, then stirs and finally opens one eye, only to close it fast again, shaking his head.
Proteus pulls the halfling to where he can see the fallen cleric lying in a pool of his own blood on the ground. You see that? There is only one reason we didn't let you bleed out. Information. If you can't provide us any, then yer useless to us, so I'd be talkin'."
When the Halfling is up and having the cleric pointed at he drops his axe hard and only looks at the halfling in a "You'll tell us what we need to know, because if not I'm going to cut you up into small chunks look." As the head rolls away Brock walks toward the little guy.
Guess not as good at that as I planned, although any buffs for cuting off his friends head and then trying to scare him?
The halfling sighs, and then an unpleasant smile spreads across his face. "Well, whatever you do to me, I at least have the satisfaction that the Laughing man will do worse by you. Nothing I can say will help you there. You got lucky this once, but it will just be worse for you in the end."
"Will you let me go if I talk? And why should I believe you?"
I won't lie to you . we won't let you go but we'll go back to town in order to have you judged by the guatd as an highway robber .
"As for believing us... well, guess you can't know that, really. But here's the deal, buddy: you probably can believe us when we tell you we'll kill you if you don't help us. So why don't you do the math on that one, eh?" Kirwen grins in a decidedly unfriendly manner.
"You heard him, he's got no information of any use to us. Let's just thank him for his kit, kill him and be on our way." Clark reaches for the newly-acquired sword and looks around for confirmation. Seeing none , he will just shrug his shoulders and step back.
"Aye let me be finishin' what I started. If he'll only be threatenin' us while he's alive, then killin' him won't matter much and I won't have to be listenin' to him squawk." Thrakhir raises up the bloody masterwork handaxe menacingly glaring at the halfling.
"Kill me then", the halfling says, without blanching. "I had a good run and you'll get what you deserve eventually. Of course you'll go on being just as clueless, not knowing what hit you. Serves you right, by the way."
If it is the way you want it ... you have the time for a short prayer if you want
When the Halfling is up and having the cleric pointed at he drops his axe hard and only looks at the halfling in a "You'll tell us what we need to know, because if not I'm going to cut you up into small chunks look." As the head rolls away Brock walks toward the little guy.
Guess not as good at that as I planned, although any buffs for cuting off his friends head and then trying to scare him?
Thank you Brock. Now I got my friend just where I want him. Close and at my mercy
To the Hafling. If you tell me the name of my new friend, We will take you to the law. We don't like the law but we will do it if that's what you want.
The halfling winces. "Get that thing off of me!" Composing himself somewhat, he answers. "Very well, if that's all you want to know. That's the head of Gilgar the Gray you're holding. The two who got away and will probably kill you later are the necromancer Dagon Ziss and the big bully Da-Leek Ahats Du. My name is Zero Stranglevine. We're mercenaries and were hired by Drincilla to take you out. Nobody messes up an operation for the Laughing man like you did and gets away with it. So I'd say that you're in at least as much trouble as I am at the moment."
The halfling winces. "Get that thing off of me!" Composing himself somewhat, he answers.[..]
If you want to get ahead, get a head.
I may not be a mig fan of the law, but I gave him my my word. We more or less know what we want. I'd say we spare his life and leave him to the authorities.
No the Laughing man I bet would set him free I bet... Strip him of his stuff and leave him on the road with only his waterskin then the world will judge him...
Which operation would that be exactly and where can we find this Drincilla .
Also , I would be you , I would change my career .
Bounty hunting demand some care and that was a thoughtless ambush there !
"Drincilla was the purchaser we found listed on that letter in the Temple," Kirwen rumbles. "Guess we've made ourselves more interesting than we thought."
The halfling winces. "Get that thing off of me!" Composing himself somewhat, he answers. "Very well, if that's all you want to know. That's the head of Gilgar the Gray you're holding. The two who got away and will probably kill you later are the necromancer Dagon Ziss and the big bully Da-Leek Ahats Du. My name is Zero Stranglevine. We're mercenaries and were hired by Drincilla to take you out. Nobody messes up an operation for the Laughing man like you did and gets away with it. So I'd say that you're in at least as much trouble as I am at the moment."
I still say we spare his life and leave him to the authorities. And while we're at it we may inform them, and the rest of the town, that you gave Drincilla...and the Laughing man up. Or do you have any information that might please us, such as more information on Drincilla and how we may find her?
Let's not be hasty there !
How would you have given proof to this Drincilla you had killed us ?
The halfling sneers. It is not a pretty sight. "Oh, she has her ways of finding out, don't you worry. You don't have the least idea of who you are up against, do you?"
"Ha! I'd be sayin' the opposite is true, halfling, based on the rabble she sent for us. It's easy to show confidence when your enemies don't know yer face. Why don't you tell us where we can find her and we'll see how smug she is."
"I'm surprised at you," he says pointing at the halfling. "I'm pretty sure that she wouldn't look kindly at your failure today. Yer likely to see the fate you tried to visit upon us today, if she got her hands on ya. But, maybe we can help you out. If you tell us how we can keep her busy, maybe she won't worry her little head about you when we're the ones causin' her trouble."
The halfling laughs a sputtering, hacking laughter. "You can't find her, you clods. It's she who will find you, and I'm looking forward to that.
I wouldn't tell you where she is even if I knew. You may well kill me, but she's a lot more inventive than that. Besides it was Dagon who made the contact, so he's the only one who knows where she can be found. Good luck finding him."
"I wouldn't tell you where she is even if I knew. You may well kill me, but she's a lot more inventive than that. Besides it was Dagon who made the contact, so he's the only one who knows where she can be found. Good luck finding him."
"Then Dagon will do. Tell us where to find him and we'll be considerin' whether we let ya live, or leave yer bones to bleach in the sun."
"How would I know? He didn't exactly leave an address, did he? You saw him run off as well as I did, so you tell me where to find him. Left me to rot he did, too, so I wouldn't mind telling you where to find him if I knew. My money is on that he'll try to join the bandits, though."
"Then yer no use to us! You haven't told us nothin' we wouldn't have figured out for ourselves." Thrakhir walks back to the rest of the group. "I say we kill him," he says loudly enough for the halfling to hear him. "At least then we won't have to be worryin' about him running back to Druncilla, or whatever her name is."
"Do it, then, and cut the chatter," Kirwen grumbles. "Or strip him naked and let him try to make it back to town, if the freed-man's not comfortable with the other. Either way, though, if our 'friends' are headed toward the bandits, well, I'd say we'd best be heading that way ourselves."
Away from the captive: "If you want him dead, hand him his sword and let him defend himself. Otherwise, I say we set him free. Let them mistake mercy for weakness -- they will misjudge us when we encounter them again."