Tran Duc Lao |
"Yes, you didn't kill Mord," Lao says. "You just passed on your orders to the executioner. But I'm surprised, Malgrim, you don't strike me as the type to just follow orders. If I had to guess, you prefer giving them. So, who could order Soldier Malgrim to find Mord guilty?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Somana |
That foolish Hob is no more a soldier then i'm a fine Lady. Nothin but a scummy thug, he's intimidated the other fool by cutting off his toes. Somana eyes the ugly goblinoid. Technically you did kill him. But you don't seem the sort to enchant the paladin, Who was your acomplis in this injustice?
NPC_Male_Enemy |
Malgrim
"Sorry Little Man, but the job required stated the employer remain anonymous and no questions asked.
And for All I know it was a solo gig."
Tran Duc Lao |
Lao bows slightly to the goblin and says, "That's a fair enough answer in the circumstances. Hopefully, your employer will prove worthy of your trust once they've been revealed." He pauses for a moment before adding, "But I'd guess their identity will be learned before we can leave this courthouse." Lao walks away from Malgrim.
NPC_Male_NR |
Tablark
"Mord was guilty and that's the end of it.
He killed his kin, and should had gotten a worse sentence."
NPC_Male_NR |
Killian
in his british accent
"Sorry me Lady, But I can't remember the particulars as I have a poor memory and tend to drink."
NPC_Female_Recruitable |
Patrissa
playing with her necklace as she speaks
"I thought he was guilty, given the evidence and some of the other jury members opinions when we deliberated."
Somana |
Somana rummages around in her backpack for a second, retrieving a wine glass and her jug of ale. Slowly pouring the glass of ale she walks up beside Killian. "I find my mind more willing to part with particulars when lubricated by libations myself." Reaching out she offers the glass to Kilian. "Would you care for a Drink?"
"Sertinly you might recall how you felt about Mord, and what lead you to your verdict?"
Diplomacy 1d20 ⇒ 11
NPC_Male_NR |
Killian
in his british accent he replies
"Well I would certainly enjoy it, me Lady.
But given the current environment, I'll only have a bit.
I did feel there was some absence of evidence, but Malgrim also put pressure on me."
Avalerdis Shield-Breaker |
"Ebin is probably right. Regardless of what motivations you had to convict Mord, it doesn't change our situation here. We need to find a way out."
Ava moves back towards the double doors and gets ready to open them.
She will wait until she sees the group ready and then open the doors.
Tran Duc Lao |
"Maybe because the last time I went to a door," Lao says. "The clock started acting funny and a bunch of people got scared. Or perhaps it would only be fair to let those who made someone hang for crimes he didn't commit suffer the consequences of their action instead of strangers."
Pharysene Ssethan |
Joining Ava and Somana by the door Pharysene glances at Ebin, but then turns away dismissively.
"Wait for the gnome? We will wait forever for him to summon the courage. Perhaps I can..."
She concentrates for a moment, and the air stirs around her; it starts ruffling the hair and clothing of all around her. A faint sound of shrieking and moaning sounds in the distance as the air surges out and buffets the door.
Mage Hand-- Can lift/move an object up to 5 lbs of force.
DM Azure_Zero |
Much of the furniture in this old courtroom has
been splintered into kindling. It looks like someone
has ruthlessly smashed almost everything
in the room. Beyond the carnage, the bench
has been overturned and the jurors’ box is in
shambles. The windows here are crisscrossed
with heavy boards. Where the nails breach the
plaster around the windows, rust stains seep
like bloody wounds in the courthouse walls.
Tran Duc Lao |
Having heard the other's comments about trip wires and the like, and having experienced the flying ax and crazy clock, Lao will carefully examine the floor and the area surrounding the door before stepping inside.
Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
But, not noticing anything he'll just amble on in.
Somana |
Samona retreats, putting her back two the wall just north of the doors. The glowing of her eye's intensifies to the point that they resemble chartreuse embers, similarly colored vapors begin to rise up from the small woman's fingers.
"Once again this place rises the bar for creepy. Those things are all sorts of helterscelter,"
Pushing the cloak back from her left hip Somana reveals a Leather bound Tome with several straps, hanging from her belt. Caressing one of the books straps for a second, she whispers the word "Fuerza" and taps herself in the chest. a slight layer of force envelops the little mage, the vapors from her fingers becoming trapped. Somana is soon clad in what seems to be green glass armor.
moves just north of the door along the east wall and casts mage armor.
Pharysene Ssethan |
Pharysene spins tightly in place, hair flying wildly as she commands the swirling air about her to close in tighly to protect her.
On her turn, Pharysene will assume a Fighting Defensively stance [+2 Dodge AC] and use her Air Barrier special ability [+4 Deflec AC]. Her AC changes to 20.
Avalerdis Shield-Breaker |
Ava steps toward the southern creature, hoping to allow the three spellcasters to deal with the one northern one. She lifts her hammer in one hand allowing her to use her buckler for extra defense. She pauses when she hears Lao try to speak to the creatures.
Move south, then southwest, blocking the southern gap in the railing. Ready an action to attack if the Carrionstorm attacks.