Sorrin as you pop the baseboard you get that ever loving tingle as an electrical current zaps you.
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Bri gives a loud squeal and asks: "What the hells was that?"
Bri looks at the floor with her detect magic while she fumbles around in her bag for a potion.
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WAGHHHHHHH!!!! Torgue shakes all over as his hair stands on end and he gets that burning sensation.
Woooo! That knocked the drunk right out of me!
"Huh," Chell looks up from her latest patient at the sound from the other room. It sounded an awful lot like the static blast she discharged. Rushing in she sees Torgue, Sorrin and Embri with a lot of extra volume in their hair and surprised look on their faces. "Wha?" is all she is able to get out. After hearing about the what happened she sends a pulse of positive energy flowing through all but Redd. She sends a second if necessary. I didn't do that did I?
Chell enter the main warehouse and feels the ionized particles, she begins to wonder if she has a lingering aftershock ability. No...can't be, could it?
Astrianna relaxes after Redd's tone changes, glad that her spell finally influenced him.
The bard settles on her haunches and pulls out her hip flask, taking a drink of water from it before giving Redd a drink. Unfortunately it's only water. Canteen is at the bottom of a river, long story... Chell, could you give him some more water? Also, could I have another blessing, the one you put on me earlier?"
Once Redd is sufficiently hydrated, the half-elf starts in with her questions. "I'm very interested to know what happened to the barge carrying the shipment, and where it is at. Were the goods sent back to Bonegnaw? On that subject, where is Bonegnaw's hideout, and can you give directions or provide a map to its location? If not, who knows the way to his hideout? Lastly, we are interested in a man named Garreg- we hear he has powerful friends, who protects him?"
The spell does not enable you to control the charmed person as if it were an automaton, but it perceives your words and actions in the most favorable way. You can try to give the subject orders, but you must win an opposed Charisma check to convince it to do anything it wouldn't ordinarily do. (Retries are not allowed.) An affected creature never obeys suicidal or obviously harmful orders, but it might be convinced that something very dangerous is worth doing. Any act by you or your apparent allies that threatens the charmed person breaks the spell. You must speak the person's language to communicate your commands, or else be good at pantomiming.
Initially he is friendly towards you.
"I've no idea what happened. I mean, I saw you, I told you to meet me here if you wanna make a deal." He shakes his head. "Then like all hell breaks out and we were attacked. Did ya say it was that elf friend of yours?" He shakes his head, "I dunno, suppose it went back to his cove...he's gonna be pissed." He drinks again. "never been there, but heard its south of here a few miles a rock bluff hides it well." he nods, "yeah, Garreg would know...he claims he's been there. He hangs out at the Barnacle."
Uh Sorrin, could you come over and check this? I don't want to set that lightning trap off again.
Yeah, about that... I've been having a bad streak of luck. You think there's a trap? Let me see...
Torgue has a bad feeling about this...
Sorrn you are confident that the floorboard is not trapped. Perhaps, its residue form Chell's errant spell.
Sorrin slides his dagger under the uplifted corner and pries it open. There is small wooden box with the chubby hole.
Best check the box for other surprises, Sorrin. Thieves are a suspicious and cowardly lot.
They are, indeed... But, these seemed a friendly lot. I'm starting to like Redd. He looks over and smiles.
Sorrin the box does not look trapped to you.
Sorrin opens it...
Save made.
Six vials. If we're done here, let's go...
Give him back his belongings, we're not thieves. We need to figure things out once we're away.
Any other hidden goodies? If not, we can probably take off.
After seeing to the wounds she may or may not have caused, Chell returns to the room Redd and Astri are in and sees to Astri's earlier request. She lets Redd drink from her canteen then sits down to rest. Being new to the Razor she wasn't quite sure what was going on. Slowly she was getting a feel for the politics and the maneuverings of other forces but it was going to take a while. So she sat there listening to the conversation and how this group worked together. She got the feeling though that Astri wasn't really into it after the death of her friend. Maybe she would have a talk with her later. Then again, maybe she shouldn't. She didn't know either of them very well and would probably put her foot in her mouth. If she didn't blow them up first.
Astrianna listens carefully to Redd, arms folded over her chest. He doesn't know anything important. Just a smuggler. Not exactly a waste of time, but it could have gone better. No reason to drag him in to the dragoons, even if he has some nice gear.
She nods as he finishes speaking, giving a jump as yelling and going on can be heard from the opposite chamber. The bard gives her head a shake and turns back to Redd. "I see. Bad business for us all. I wish to see Bonegnaw... I suppose the Barnacle will be the next stop."
Standing up, Astrianna flicks her wrist and dispels the charm placed over Redd. She suddenly places her boot on his chest, pushing hard. Reaching into her haversack, the half-elf pulls out a sap from the extradimensional space and begins to bounce it on her palm idly.
The same smile as before is on her lips, and her tone doesn't even change. "A pleasure making your acquittance, Redd. I hope the next time we meet things can be more amicable between us, and you won't be threatening to shag my lifeless eye-sockets. In exchange for your recent cooperation, we will allow you to live- it would be an economic tragedy to remove such a cornerstone of commerce in Shaw! Adieu, and I dearly hope your men didn't hear you say they were expendable."
The sap descends on Redd's head with a sickening shwap, with a follow-up blow for good measure.
Her work complete, Astrianna tucks the sap back into her bag and brushes off her hands with a sigh. She glances over at Sorrin and the others as they enter the room. "I don't really care what we do or don't do to him, the man is vile. I hope his men desert him. Doesn't even care about their well-being!" She points in the direction of the other room. "What did you find in there? An incredible amount of commotion is all I heard."
She kneels down to retrieve her silk rope form Redd's unconscious body, her hand passing over Redd's belongings as she does so. His amulet discreetly finds its way into her pocket. Spellcasting fee, only fair. And the potions we used... Oh! And the cost of that magic arrow I shot at him...
Just a little lightning trap that was guarding this box. Some bottles of something.
A single thin eyebrow raises at the mention of bottles. "Poison, perhaps? Redd seemed fond of it... He nicked me with some nasty stuff, made my knees wobble.. my gear feels twice as heavy as before." She gestures dismissively. "if you want to take it along, we'll figure out what it is later."
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Trap? Oh thank Quell. Wait no. Bad Chell. Bad.
STOP!
Sorrin notices Astrianna raising a sap as as steps on the Redd. What are you doing? What's wrong with you?!
The manner in which you treat others is indicative of your level of self-respect. This is not leadership, nor rulership. This is sadistic thuggery.
We will leave him conscious and dressed, with his belongings. With as much of his dignity as he is willing to muster. He's a boss, he carries authority. There is order in that, structure, chain of command. It must be left intact, if redirected. Repurposed.
She nods as he finishes speaking, giving a jump as yelling and going on can be heard from the opposite chamber. The bard gives her head a shake and turns back to Redd. "I see. Bad business for us all. I wish to see Bonegnaw... I suppose the Barnacle will be the next stop."
"Yeah he's got a table near the bar."
Standing up, Astrianna flicks her wrist and dispels the charm placed over Redd. She suddenly places her boot on his chest, pushing hard. Reaching into her haversack, the half-elf pulls out a sap from the extradimensional space and begins to bounce it on her palm idly.
The same smile as before is on her lips, and her tone doesn't even change. "A pleasure making your acquittance, Redd. I hope the next time we meet things can be more amicable between us, and you won't be threatening to shag my lifeless eye-sockets. In exchange for your recent cooperation, we will allow you to live- it would be an economic tragedy to remove such a cornerstone of commerce in Shaw! Adieu, and I dearly hope your men didn't hear you say they were expendable."
His eyes widen, "W...w..wh..." Silence.
Chell and Sorrin observe Astri pocketing the amulet.
The manner in which you treat others is indicative of your level of self-respect. This is not leadership, nor rulership. This is sadistic thuggery.
We will leave him conscious and dressed, with his belongings. With as much of his dignity as he is willing to muster. He's a boss, he carries authority. There is order in that, structure, chain of command. It must be left intact, if redirected. Repurposed.
This is interesting magic, very unusual. This appears to be a bag of concealment. It is identical to a BOH, but appears normal and empty to everyone but the owner it is keyed to. It can only be keyed to one owner at a time. Terrific for a life of crime. The owner must die or voluntarily give it to the next person to touch it for change the key. They weigh 25 lbs regardless of what is placed in the bag.
Not leaving until he's awake and capable.
Astrianna shrugs at Sorrin, gesturing at the unconscious rogue and speaking as if commenting on a sack of flour. "If you want to sit here and nurture a man that tried to kill you but a few moments ago, for trying to ask him questions, by all means, enjoy yourself. We'll be half way to the inn by the time you rouse him. Honestly, I'm compromising with you here- I'd rather end him so I don't have to add another enemy to my list." She rapidly coils the rope around her shoulder, before carefully lowering it into her haversack.
Emerald eyes glance at the others. "Are we done here? Redd was mostly useless, other than saying Garreg is the man to talk to and Bonegnaw's hideout is to the south of Shaw, hidden by a bluff. Perhaps where we saw those canoes before...? I apologize this lead wasn't as fruitful as I expected, and some of you ended up getting hurt over it."
"Hey Astri, when he wakes up, you need to bluff him and tell him to key this bag to me or we will kill him. It's a magic bag and can only be keyed to a new owner willing by the old one or upon his death. It could have some valuable evidence inside of of it. The trick is to get to it though."
Bri looks at their new members. "I certainly hope you lot have no problem with lieing to lowlife criminals."
"Of course, I suppose I can just hold on to it until he ends up executed by the local authorities. We will just have to hope nothing time-sensitive is inside of it that gets someone innocent killed."
Astrianna raises an eyebrow "A what? I've never heard of anything like that, let me see." She looks at the bag, feeling around inside the empty satchel. "Huh... interesting. A shame I already knocked him flat. Honestly though, if he wakes up he's probably going to grab a sword and try to shank me instead of listening, but I can try. I can guarantee if he attacks he's going to get my sword through his liver, so problem solved regardless."
She shrugs. "I'd just hold on to it, his crew is probably going to dump him in the ocean after causing this mess in the first place."
"Yeah, true enough."
Bri slings the bag across her shoulder.
Kneeling next to Redd, Chell uses another pulse of positive energy, this time allowing it to wash over the bandit. She wanted him awake to hear what she had to say.
"Or we could just ask," Chell quips innocently. "I agree he overreacted to some questions and a simple charm spell but I don't feel comfortable relieving him of all his valuables," she says looking pointedly at Astrianna. "I should be able to care of the damage he caused us so there is no need to take it out on him. He has lost a lot already. This drug trade should be stopped but not at the expense of anyone's humanity."
Then turning to Redd, "I don't have much say in this group but if you cooperate I am sure things will turn out far better for you than if you don't. Your choice."
Redd stirs as the positive energy pulsates through his body. He growls, "What!" He is not thrilled but does not reach for a weapon.
Astrianna sighs as the healing mist washes over her, enjoying the tingling sensation. "Humanity? You think this man has any humanity...?" She has done her part and decides to let the others do as they please. The bard leans up against the wall, one leg propped against the wood, one hand resting on her sword hilt. She observes silently, wondering if this will turn poorly.
Torgue has this strange image of Redd getting healed, knocked out, and healed again as the scene plays out in front of him.
I don't know how much was bluster and how much was real. I've made lots of threats in combat about what I'd do but pretty much all was of the 'hang you from a branch as a warning' type. He arches an eye at Redd. So count you blessings and at least stop doing things that will get you beat on again.
Redd makes a minimum nod to Torgue's suggestion. He then looks at Chell.
Keep your head low, get outta the drug business... It's a dying trade. We can do business if you clean up.
Sorry about the dead. Wasn't the intent.
Sorrin makes sure the man has his gear, weapons in the office.
Astrianna rolls her eyes, but doesn't say anything. Fool is putting holes in my story. I doubt he cares though. He might move like a cat but he speaks like a horse.