"I dare say you haven't caught any idiots down here yet," Laya says. "Unless you're counting yourself," she adds under her breath. She continues more loudly, "Now then, tell us about this Scarred-Up person--strengths, weaknesses, talents. That sort of thing."
"Uh, strengths: killing people. Talents:killing people. Oh, and hurting people, too. Weaknesses..."
He just shrugs.
"I think... probably getting stabbed..." Ofelio manages with a lame attempt at humor. His eyes reglaze a bit.
"Thanks to whomever it pertains.. you know, for waking me up... but I'm really, really tired. Hope it doesn't offend if I.. you know... rest some more."
The bandit grins at Ofelio's joke...and then looks worried.
"Ummm...no hard feelings on me almost killing you earlier, right? I mean, now that we're friends and all. All is forgiven?"
He holds out his hand...with a hopeful expression.
Ofelio doesn't even hesitate to take said hand... though the grip is a bit strong and fluctuates, as if it is trying to crush the poor fellow. The tiefling's expression doesn't reflect any ill-will, though.
"As long as you don't turn on us again, I would think... but, if you don't mind..."
Ofelio finds a place to sit down against a wall and starts to drift off.
So what's the plan? Attempt to barricade yoursves down here and rest, or force your way out now?
"Let's hole up in the west tower. Genisen and Ofelio, can you drag that table back to this area?"
Garim then proceeds to knock lose the ladders from the east and west towers, leaning them against a wall in the west tower, out of reach of the trap door.
"I wouldn't sleep beneath that" he says, pointing at the trap door in the ceiling.
"I will sit and watch for a while."
Genisen moves with ofelio to move the table and help set up some defense for some rest. He quickly finds a place to get some quick shut eye before taking on a watch after Laya.
Since it seems that you are holing up, I am pleased to welcome everybody to second level!!
Please roll for hp, but if you don't like your roll, you can ask for my roll, which you will then have to take, even if it's worse.
Hooray!
The night passes quietly...very quietly. You hear no sounds from above, no booted feet on floors, no jiggling of trap doors, nothing. You estimate a little over 10 hours have passed, and everybody is rested, all spells are recovered.
I assume you secure your prisoner somehow. He behaves himself and sleeps right through the whole time you all keep watch.
Genisen wakes up in a good mood, "It always good to wake up with attacks or throat slitting. Now we have to figure out our next step.
The bandit looks nervously at Genisen. "I hope you meant without throat slitting!"
Garim's rest is fitful, filled with dark dreams, something inside trying to claw its way out. Despite that though he wakes feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.
Garim lays a hand on Ofelio's shoulder and his hand glows white for a brief moment as he utters a single word, "How are you feeling?"
Speaking quietly, "So how shall we proceed on getting out of here? Let's go out the eastern tower if we can. Then either lure Scarface out into the open or maybe see if we can take him by surprise coming in the front door."
Ofelio was too exhausted and wounded for dreams. He thanked Shelyn profusely for this as he got to his feet, and gave a grateful smile to Garim for his ministrations before pulling his arm up and staring at it dubiously. It seemed to be thrumming.
He put it to his head.
"That should be easier today, I think." he said with a twitching eye distracting from his words, same as nearly always.
All going with Garim's suggestion, then?
Genisen agrees with the plan, as that should hopefully throw the bandit defenders off of what they would expect
You make your way slowly to the eastern tower. Genisen easily spots and points out a trip wire across one portion of the eastern hallway (looks like it triggers a deadfall), but you all step over it with no difficulty.
"Oh, right. Watch out for the trip wire," your prisoner adds helpfully.
Climbing up the ladder, you listen, hearing nothing. Lifting the trap door ever so slightly, you see a similar setup to the west tower, but no bandits. Making your way to the main door, you peek out. Nothing.
Garim climbs to the top of level of the tower to see if anything can be spotted from up there.
You find sleeping mats and chests like the other tower. Looking out the arrow slots, you see that the weather has gone cloudy and threatening, but no signs of activity.
Ofelio stares up at Garim expectantly, waiting for the report. At the same time, his arms are halfway out, like he's expecting the man to get hit in the face through the slot and fall down (what with the luck they've been having).
"Nothing up here, and nothing going on outside." Garim calls down. "Should we go take a look over in the north tower? Maybe if we're lucky he ran off."
Do you check the chests up here?
"Timbur, what have you got in the chests up here? Are they rigged?"
"The...chests? Uh, the one by the window is safe. Not much in it but some clothes, and a few coins. Don't touch the other one, though, it has a big trap on it. Blow the whole top off the tower if you open it. And there's nothing in it anyway. It's a decoy. Yeah, a decoy."
Bluff:
I'll let you draw your own conclusions.
Inside the chests, you find ragged clothing and a couple purses, each holding 50 silver pieces.
Genisen will search the chests for hidden compartments, and take extra long on the one he said to leave alone
+1 more for traps
Genisen finds no traps, and through a hole in the side, he can see ragged clothes in the supposedly empty, highly-trapped chest.
Garim scowls at the mans words and flips the 'trapped' chest open after Genisen's inspection of it.
Ofelio regards the bad liar with something like an amused smile, despite a brief and violent fantasy, and shakes his head.
"Well, something is better than nothing. Is that everything?"
"Looks like everything. Let's keep moving, take advantage of being in the clear of bandits while we can."
To the north tower, or try to make your escape?
Descending the east tower, you peek out the front door, seeing nothing. A mad dash across the open space is met with no resistance. The front door of the north tower is still open. Ofelio counts silently down from three, then he and Genisen throw open the door while Laya readies her grease spell. The lower level stands empty.
Carefully, you make your way up the rickety stairs (the layout here is the same as the other two towers). Lifting the trap door at the top of the stairs reveals an empty sleeping room. Three mattresses, one of them much better quality lie on the floor, and a solid strongbox with a big lock sits against a wall.
"Scarface gone and fled without his lockbox?" Garim muses, then asks Timbur, "Is that like him at all? Or do you suppose he is still around somewhere?"
Timbur shrugs. "Nobody's ever resisted us and survived before. He's never had to decide between fighting and fleeing, just raping and pillaging. I don't know what he's done."
"That's a shame." Ofelio says genuinely, looking at the strongbox like one would a pile of vomit.
"How many people did he kill to fill this, I wonder?"
"A couple dozen, probably, though not all by himself. We helped, too."
Genisen searches for traps on the strongbox
Assuming he feels it is safe, to open he will peek inside, "Well odd or not, I'm finding out what is inside."
It's locked, though fiddling with the chest doesn't set off any traps.
Genisen begins to work on the lock, seeing how paranoid ole scarface really was.
Ofelio feels his hands reaching for his glaive but manages to keep his hands from gripping it.
"Is that pride or an admission?" he asks the prisoner, a manic tinge reaching into his usually-assured conversation voice.