The door opens and the Doctor enters your room. Just behind her is the orderly Campre. She gets a few steps before she notices the eidolon lurking in the corner, at which point she gives a startled scream!
"He's my friend and I think he will join my cause." the Twin muses aloud. "But, I won't shout for him to attack if you don't try to harm me again." he says as he shoots a glare at Campre.
"What is that?!" Campre exclaims, gripping his club uncertainly.
"I... I believe it is an eidolon." Doctor Oathsday replies, calming down upon recognizing the harrow snake and realizing that it isn't immediately attacking. "We don't intend to hurt you. I just wanted to make sure you were not hurt too bad from earlier." She glances at The Twin as she backs out of the room, urging Campre ahead of her.
The door to your room is unlocked and Doctor Oathsday enters. Approaching middle age, she wears a simple black gown and has her auburn hair pulled up tightly under a black head scarf. Though dressed severely, she has a soothing smile and calming bedside manner. She examines you with gentle care and offers some water, promising some food later if you wish it. After seeing to basic needs she changes the subject and broaches the subject of why you find yourself secured in this room.
"I heard there was a fight, and an attempt to escape. New patients often have such desires. By our rules you must remain here in the Upper Wing for a day after such behavior, but we are an institution that believes in rehabilitation."
"Were I to wake in a strange place and held there against my will I am sure I would consider escape as well. But you should know that such a thing is nearly impossible. Even if you managed to get past the orderlies and through the locked doors of the asylum, Briarstone is named for the rocky island upon which it is built. The mainland is over a mile away, and the water is cold this far north."
Stepping back, she gives you a searching look. "You are young, and perhaps you were just caught up in the moment. Do you think you can behave?"
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Dinner---
" Here you go kid. As promised you get my dessert. Its an anchor oat and marmalade biscuit. My payment for the foot and hand massage."
Brother Butterfly hands the younger kid the desert from his dinner plate -- a plate that was quickly devoured in stereotypical "fat man" gluttony. Brother Butterfly then goes back to the kitchen servers looking for a second helping.
After dinner, BB uses his finger like a pseudo toothbrush along his teeth. A look of dissatisfaction crosses his face, so he runs a testing tongue across the veneer of his white(ish) teeth. His head rotates: Looking, looking, looking again in vain for a mirror in the common room. Finally deciding upon the pseudo reflective surface (that "The Cats" found earlier in the day) at the receptionist window. He makes his way there and grins wide. Moving his cheeks to show as much teeth as possible.
To his distress - the poor surface and the bad dinner lighting does not allow him to see what he wants to see.
Do I have any food stuck in my teeth?, with a tense voice he directs his question to Fearless. Showing the halfling the full corner to corner of his bucktooth mouth.
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"Would someone pass the cat?" Cats gestures to the salt, waving his hand expectantly.
Cats grubs, and grubs, and eats like a man who's forgotten what food tastes like until now. He sits not too far from Brother Butterfly and tries to remember what it's like to have friends or know other people.
"Would someone pass the cat, please?"
He takes a small measure of calm and safety that he has one friend who is going through a similar experience to his own.
I like food. I could eat food everyday. Totally.
Cats gestures at the salt again.
"I am here to see Ivory?"
"I was not trying to escape , just trying to get them from hurting the man he was turning blue"
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With a spark of recognition, Brother Butterfly gets up from his seat. Moves between two occupants - making certain to use appropriate courtesy as he reaches between Wren and Mr. Stutter to grab the salt. He then moves towards "Cats" and places the Salt right next to him.
"I guess some people don't understand Varisian as well as you do. Or, this place is just a nut house and no one makes sense to anyone else!" At this not very funny joke, Broker Butterfly gives a hearty bellyful laugh.
Brother Butterfly picks up the salt again and hands it to Cats but leaning in and says quietly.
in a very low whisper
"After Dinner, Let's try and find out what happened to The Mariner, The Twins, or at least Pinkie. I think I have an idea. Now laugh like I told you a really funny joke"
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Brother Butterfly picks up the salt again and hands it to Cats but leaning in and says quietly.
"After Dinner, Let's try and find out what happened to The Mariner, The Twins, or at least Pinkie. I think I have an idea. Now laugh like I told you a really funny joke"
Cats accepts the salt with an exasperated 'thank you' look. "It's like no one speaks Common around here or they are all deaf," he carps. "Mariner? Twin? Aren't those the loons that started that catting and fighting in here? I'm sure they are fine. They've catted us well, they are probably just cooling off. It's probably for the best if they are violent and dangerous. Probably."
Cats offers some salt to his food, forgetting to laugh but thinking about something else.
"You know what bothers me though? You know what gets me?" Cats says to Brother, looking up from his food. "Is what kind of name is THE Mariner. Or THE Twin. Why are they 'thes'? I don't have a 'the'. Why are they so special?"
"The oaf there only got a few minor strikes in, so it is nothing a nice rest will cure. " he says, posturing a bit as his black eye shines.
The eidolon slithers over towards the Twin and rests by his outstretched legs. "When are you going to let me go free? " he asks pointedly.
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~Day 1 - Dinner~
Led to the kitchens by a big orderly named Tovren, Fearless finds the place in a flurry of activity. Most of those working in the area are patients, with only two staff members managing the preparations.
Tovren points out a man in white with red hair. "The ginger over there is the head chef, Calabren Runnelstaub. He's usually too busy doing the actual cooking to deal with patients. Don't bother him unless something's on fire." Sweeping his hand over to an older woman working dough, he says, "You want to talk to Ivory Garidine. She manages patient workers. And she bakes some damn fine cookies."
Brought over and introduced to Ivory, she listens to the task assigned by Doctor Losandro and quickly nods.
"That will do nicely." Ivory smiles at Fearless. "I'll put you with old Mrs. Freeling." She then gestures to the dough before her and winks, "You do a good job and I'll save an extra cookie for you."
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The dining hall of Briarstone is a long room with a long wooden table that stretches down the length. Patients assigned to the kitchens scurry about, serving spiced cider, rosemary bread, tomato soup, steamed vegetables, and cuts of salted mutton in wooden tableware. The food is simple and some of it has enough flavor to be identified by more then the naked eye. The baked cookies are the exception to the rule, and many patients beg for a second one for desert.
Cats and Brother Buttefly dig in and talk amongst themselves. The stutterer, Juglan, ends up seated next to Cats and seems unable to prevent himself from chiming in.
"Cat.. Cat... Cat... Salt!"
Brother Butterfly offers his cookie for a foot rub, and surprisingly two patients take him up on it, both bidding more time for the treat. After a lackluster effort from a man with badly trembling hands, and the joy with which many of the patients eat their cookies, Butterfly begins to think the cookie might have been the better deal.
Fearless is seated next to Mrs. Freeling, an old woman so hunched over that it seems her round face is mounted on her chest rather then her shoulders. Though she is barely able to focus from moment to moment, she remains fixated on one subject, repeating it in brief moments of lucidity. "I need my medicine."
During the meal you learn a little about a few more of the patients in the Ward.
A female patient introduces herself to Brother Butterfly as Ilesi Scaen, then tries to convince him to bring her a blade if he manages to get his hands on one. The scars on her arms, and the way she scratches at them, makes you think it would be a bad idea.
The two card players from the Common Hall continue to bicker over the ruined game and it's easy to pick up their names. The depressed man is named Ilki, and the one with sleeping sickness is Jeprin. Their feud ends abruptly when Jeprin takes a sudden nap, face-down in his mutton.
A man named Argade causes the orderlies some grief after getting up continuously to go wash his hands and face after every bite of food.
A young woman with an easy smile named Baisily introduces herself to Fearless, tells him she has taken care of Mrs. Freeling before and offers some tips for him to help feed her.
At one point Wren calls over to a middle-aged man, naming him Loic, and asks for a story about old Varisia. Loic confirs with someone who isn't there, then agrees and launches into an epic story of the Runelords.
Near the end of dinner, as a new group of patients takes over kitchen clean up duties and stats removing plates and cleaning up spills, a sudden cry of terror jolts everyone into silence.
"No! NO! Get away from me!!" Jeprin shouts. Sitting bolt upright in his chair, hands gripping the table with white knuckles, he stares off at something only he can see. "AAHHHHHGGH!!"
Hobes and Denman move quickly to check the distressed man and he blinks at the them, his face pale with horror. "I saw him. I saw the Tatterman!"
Next to Fearless Mrs. Freeling looks around with wide eyes. "If I don't get my medicine, my heart might explode."
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"I think it looks more like Klyn." Doctor Oathsday says, looking to see if that means anything to you. It doesn't.
"Well, it could mean anything. It might be that this isn't the first time you have suffered amnesia. Perhaps these are meant to remind you of something. I will look at our records to see if any are significant here at Briarstone."
With that, the Doctor reminds you to behave and do as you are told, then takes her leave.
It's hard to tell the exact time from the windowless room, but it feels like time passes very slowly in the Ward of the Wicked. Eventually a wooden plate of food is slid under the door. Most of it is a bit salty and near tasteless, but a cookie that came with it is amazingly good.
Doctor Oathsday and Camre make a hasty retreat from the room and close the door. As The lock is engaged Oathsday looks through her window.
"Doctor Losandro will have to answer that question, but I can't imagine she will agree to release you with this attitude!" She turns and steps quickly away.
It's hard to tell the exact time from the windowless room, but it feels like time passes very slowly in the Ward of the Wicked. Eventually a wooden plate of food is slid under the door.
"The orderlies are well trained here, and then medical staff is capable of handling most injuries. In emergencies we have a cleric or Pharasma, Chaplain Avros Setrakian, who is blessed with healing magic. Now, food will be coming soon. Eat, rest, and if you behave then perhaps we can move you back to the First Floor." With that, the Doctor takes her leave.
It's hard to tell the exact time from the windowless room, but it feels like time passes very slowly in the Ward of the Wicked. Eventually a wooden plate of food is slid under the door. Most of it is a bit salty and near tasteless, but a cookie that came with it is amazingly good.
Cats and Brother Buttefly dig in and talk amongst themselves. The stutterer, Juglan, ends up seated next to Cats and seems unable to prevent himself from chiming in.
"Cat.. Cat... Cat... Salt!"
"Nice to meet you, Cat. My name is Cats," Cats responds to Juglan.
Cats passes the salt to Juglan, trying to be helpful. He doesn't mind the interruption from his chat with Brother Butterfly. After he finishes his meal, he pushes his plate of food away and spins around to watch the rest of the patients.
He looks down at the man doing Brothers' foot massage.
"You seem to know how to get along in here, you do." Cats leans back with his elbows behind him on the table, and just watches.
Fearless is hesitant as Baisily first approaches him and quickly grows tired of her telling him how to do his job.
"What is it you want in return?" He squints his eyes at the woman as he trues to airplane a massive spoonful into Mrs. Freeling's mouth. The majority ends up on and around the older woman's face and chin. Near the end of the meal Mrs. Freeling looks to be a bear with a fresh kill as mutton and grease dripped down her chin.
As Jeprin shouts Fearless pushes back his chair violently with a face full of shock. "Tatterman?"
He whole-heartily ignores Mrs. Freeling as his job was complete and she was fed. Plus why would he have medicine.
"Say, Cat...what was that about the Catterman? What is the Catterman?" Cats leans over to speak with Juglan. Cats continues to watch the commotion with Jeplin.
The man saw the catterman while sleeping in mutton. Humpf. I should try that.
Shortly after shoving the plate of dull food into the cell of the bound man, an orderly peeks in and finds the creature seemingly composed of harrow cards is feeding the slop by hand to the Twin and the man seems to be thoroughly enjoying the meal despite its inadequacies.
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Tatterman? BB says in shock and a bit of concern.
He then waits to see what other events and information unfolds.
Looking to try and help install calm amongst the crowd if he can.
[oog] use perception to see if I can remember Jeprin getting any medication in the last couple hours that might have caused the vivid nightmares. I am assuming he got a cookie - like everyone else.
If I can grab even a quarter of a cookie (or the whole thing) maybe I can Pray to Desna for Detect poison (tomorrow) and use the zero level spell.[/oog]
perception:
"Tatterman... Tatterman... Tatterman... T-T-T-Tatterman." Juglan repeats, painfully frustrated by his handicap.
Cats searches his cats memory, almost remembering something, but the knowledge remains just beyond reach.
"I think it's a local legend." Wren says to Fearless in an attempt to calm him down. "He's sort of bogeyman that the Briarstone Witch sent to kidnap and murder the townsfolk of Thrushmoor. But it's just a tale mothers tell their children about to make them behave."
"Tatterman was as real." Loic interjects. "As real as the Briarstone Witch."
"Enough of that nonsense!" Doctor Losandro admonishes Loic as she sweeps into the room. Her arrival cows many of the patients and quickly restores order. Even Jeprin quiets down under her gaze. "Such outbursts are bound to occur when dealing with injured or fragile minds, but let this not ruin dinner tonight. Finish your sweet deserts and I will see Jeprin."
Hobes helps Jeprin from his seat and is quickly escorted from the room with Doctor Losandro. The rest of dinner is conducted in a subdued silence, enforced by a few orderlies, and the patients are soon herded back to the Common Hall for the evening.
Shortly after dinner, once the orderlies have given a routing check and recovered your plates, an old raspy woman's voice calls out from one of the other rooms in your area.
"Hey! New fellas! Any of you able to form enough words to talk?"
he asks.
Cats looks at Juglan, trying to see if the man is mocking him. He decides not, but doesn't appreciate the mockery if that's what it was.
"That's what I said. 'Catterman'. That's exactly what I said," Cats repeats because that's exactly what he said before.
"Well, I'm sure if I don't fall asleep into my mutton I won't see the Catterman. And if I avoid sleeping into the gravy, I'll avoid the Briarstone Witch. Seems pretty easy to me, ain't it, Cat?" Cats asks Juglan.
Juglan nods at Cats and seems to be releaved that he has no verbal answer for him.
"I'm Aggra." The woman rasps. "For some of us the Ward of the Wicked is our home. We done things that are unforgivable and they don't let us out without clubs in hand and crossbows trained on us, loaded with sleep potion. Anyone causes trouble, they lock us all back up for the day. And the troublemaker gets chained up until Losandro lets the loose. Now, I like gettin out of this hole for a few hours everyday, and I get real crabby when someone messes that up. When someone makes me crabby they often find themselves in the infirmary instead of chains. Sometimes even in the morgue." A soft cackle echoes in the Ward.
Cats nods back at Juglan, biding his time until lights out.
His eidolon appears to react to the change in attitude and bristles, but sees no reason to leave the Twin's side.
"KLYN?" the Mariner stares down at the markings, for a moment tries to scratch it off, "…"
"Klyn", he tries the word out but it sounded exactly the same as when the nurse said it.
"K-Lyn"
"klYN"
"keen"
"Kleen"
"Kiln"
"K-"
"…"
He suddenly bolts up and bangs on the vault door, "Hey! I want some more cookies." ::bang bang bang:: "Bring me some cookies…"
At the sound of Aggra, the Mariner looks around wildly, "You sound like a feeble sea cow", then tries to look through any cracks in the door.
Fearless trembles at the sweet bedtime stories. Tatterman and a Witch....who the hells is the Briarstone Witch? He asks curiously from across the table.
He eats his mutton staring wide-eyed as they dart from left to right, watching everyone in the room.
As Cats speaks about sleep bringing the Tatterman he gulps and mutton falls from his mouth back onto the plate. "Looks like no sleep for me tonight."
::whispering::"See what you got me into"
Pinkie starts pacing around his room.
"I don't belong in a place called the ward of the wicked."
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Still feeling like "medicine" is possibly the root of The Tatterman dreams. He won't be able to check to see if the medicine is "poison" until tomorrow. Brother Butterfly finishes his dinner and then goes on looking for the mirror or reflective surface .
Finally. moving towards Fearless and asking him, Do I have any food stuck in my teeth?
~Night 1~
The evening in the Common Hall passes without incident, and though Brother Butterfly is able to find a few reflective surfaces to assess his grooming situation, the shadow growing on his head and chin only serves to remind him, and Cats, that the staff has yet to provide a razor. At one point an Hobes promises to ask about it, but a short time later the night shift takes over and a new orderly named Gellan claims nothing can be done until morning.
Eventually a bell rings and the nurses and orderlies herd the patients off to bed. Some patients, likely ones placed in the asylum by loved ones with means, are taken to individual rooms. Brother Butterfly, Cats, and Fearless are shown with a group of male patients to a Commonal Ward with a dozen beds. Orderlies and nurses stay long enough to make sure everyone gets under the covers, then douse all the lanterns save one near one of the two doors to the room. Gellan takes a seat near the light and gets out a small worn book from a pocket in his white coat.
Later that night...
Gellan snores in his seat by the door. Fearless, who has been fighting off sleep himself, notices one of the patients, the obsessive Argade, tossing and turning in his sleep. He begins to moan, jerks violently enough to wake Brother Butterfly and Cats nearby, then goes still.
Aggra's cackle renews in response to The Twin's threat. "Hah! I've been here a long time, youngling."
The Mariner peers out the small window of his room. He sees the nose, wrinkled mouth, and sallow eye of Aggra a couple doors down, pressed to the window in her door. The pupil swivels his direction.
"There you are. Don't worry, age has never slowed me down. Consider yourself warned. Tomorrow we'll see if you're crazy, or crazy fools."
Laughs echo from a few other rooms in the hall from other patients listening to the conversation in the Ward of Wicked.
Fearless stares at the man with wonder and worry. Slowly crawling out of bed he creeps barefoot across the cold stone floor. His joints creek, pop, and moan, though he takes it slow enough to try to not wake Gellan.
Little by little he creeps over to the edge of Argade's bed.
Fearless tries to hear what he is murmuring but has quite a bit of difficulty making it out. Placing a hand over the man's mouth, making sure not to cover his nose or suffocate him he shakes him awake. Whispering he scolds the man. "Keep it down, You're creeping me out!"
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Cats stares at the ceiling, annoyed to having been awoken by others. He lays, just staring, and hearing every sound as the waits for sleep to find him again.
He sighs, trying to remember how he got in this situation.
What is that beautiful cat?
Where does this highway go to?
Was I right? Was I wrong?
My Cat, what have I done?
Perception
He lifts his head up as the halfling moves by, then lets it plunk back into his pillow, as the halfling patters away.
Good, maybe he'll silence the snorer.
Cats continues to stare at the ceiling...and wondering what went wrong.
It was the cats, I tell you.
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@Fearless, Cats
Perception :
Perfectly absorbed in what he is doing, BB doesn't even see Fearless move by him to the other occupants bed. It almost as if he's closed his eyes and whispering a prayer. Focused on nothing but his chant.
Desna, with sight of mind, and mind of vision. Let me see beyond this division.
@GM
The Mariner snarls at Aggra's half seen face, "BAAHHG!", slams the window port shut, "BACK TO THE LOCH WITH YOU NESSIE!"
He slumps back down against the cold stone wall, then for whatever reason, begin pulling off small strips of cloth from the hem of his shirt and pants and starts to braid.
Brother Butterfly reaches for the ceiling, but cannot reach it, and his goddess offers no blessing to make him taller.
"Hungry... So hungry." Fearless and Cats hear Argade mutter. Fearless slips close and reaches out to cover the man's mouth, finding his skin very cold. Argade pulls away, startled at the touch. He looks at Fearless and licks pale, dry lips. "Hungry." He repeats, starting to reach for the halfling. A sudden loud snort from Gellan breaks his focus and he shakes his head, then rolls out of his bed and begins padding toward the second, unlit door. "Just need some food..."
After speaking, he decides he is done with her or anyone else for the evening and rolls over, snuggling with the eidolon before falling asleep in his comforting straight-jacket.
Cats looks over Argade and ponders if he's hungry. He tries to remember his favorite foods, and fails to recall anything he likes or dislikes. He tries to remember meals he's had in the past, but fails to recall any. He knows he's eaten before...but can't remember what or when.
Cats' head flops back down to the pillow, still watching Fearless out of the corner of his eye.
He waits, deciding if he is hungry...and pondering what kind of nibbles might be available.
[*spoiler=Spoil Tag]This is how to tag a spoiler.[*/spoiler]
Just remove the *s. Also works for [*dice=will save], etc.
Fearless, a bit confused but cares nonetheless as the man's frantic ravings have ceased. He looks back and forth between his bed and the wandering lunatic.
Well, can't really go back to sleep now can I?
Slumping his shoulders he follows Argade towards the kitchen. Who knows maybe he would find something interesting to help him escape this awful place.
Fearless cringes as he bumps the corner of a bed, scraping it across the floor.
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Finally giving up in frustration, he moves his feet to the stable, flat floor and looks around evaluating his surroundings.
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Note: I originally Fumbled. The roll was a 1.
Seeing “Cats” and Argade heading off into another room Brother Butterfly then looks at the sleeping guard; rotating his head to look back at Cats and Argade; then swiveling his head back to the sleeping guard. He thinks that the guard is starting to stir. Panicking, he jumps back into the bed. Pretending to be sleeping. Keeping one eye slightly open to see if the Guard caught him.
Fearless makes a bit of a racket as he moves to follow Argade out of the room, and the orderly Gellan stirs for a moment, but does not wake. Brother Butterfly lays in his bed, staring at the wall for a moment before clambering out from the sheets and following.
Fearless makes a bit of a racket as he makes to follow Argade out of the room, and the orderly Gellan stirs for a moment, but does not wake. Brother Butterfly stares at the walls for a moment before realizing the kitchen is not close by. Clambering out of bed, he follows the two at a distance.
Argade makes his way down the hallway outside the Communal Ward, passing through the Dayroom, and by a nurse reading behind the glass window there, then through a pair of doors into the Dining Hall. A pair of orderlies sit at the long table, chatting and eating a midnight meal.
Argade pauses a moment, hands wringing in frustration. A low growl rumbles from him. Suddenly, a distant howling scream echoes down from a set of stairs at the side of the room.
"Sounds like a fun night in the Ward of the Wicked tonight."
"Think that's one of the new patients?"
"Dunno. Just glad my shift is down here with the regular barmies."
Crouching low, like an animal, Argade takes advantage of the distraction and scurries past them and passes through the doors to the kitchen off to the left.
Aggra's cackle haunts the Ward of the Wicked for a time, but eventually the sounds of the disturbed woman fades and patients succumb to drugs or sleep. However, the night does not pass peacefully. Twice patients begin screaming in such crazed panic that it stirs even the deepest sleeper.
The Twin awakes to the sound of his door swinging open. Standing in the entrance is a familiar woman dressed neck to toe in a black gown and carrying a drab robe in one arm. Behind her are Campre and another sturdy orderly armed with unpadded clubs. Looking around, The Twin finds his eidolon absent.
"I am Doctor Losandro." The woman introduces herself. "I am told you summoned a creature and threatened my orderlies and one of my doctors. You have this one warning to behave before I take drastic measures." She holds up the robe for display. "This is a robe of powerlessness. It dulls the mind, preventing the concentration needed to cast spells. Unfortunately, it also reduces the wearer's ability to think and engage in intelligent conversation, thus preventing our ability to rehabilitate those forced to wear them. You will behave yourself, and you will not use your magic without permission. Or you will wear this and spend your days drooling in an oubliette."
Aggra's cackle haunts the Ward of the Wicked for a time, but eventually the sounds of the disturbed woman fades and patients succumb to drugs or sleep. However, the night does not pass peacefully. Twice patients begin screaming in such crazed panic that it stirs even the deepest sleeper.
In the morning orderlies make their way down the hall, tapping on doors with their clubs to wake those within. Pinkie and the Mariner are informed that they have been given privileges to eat in a mess hall with other patients.
Exiting their rooms they notice a small group at the The Twin's cell down the hall. A familiar woman in black stands at the front, speaking through the open doorway.
"Good morning, handsome." The Mariner hears Aggra's gravely voice before he sees her. She is tall, probably topping 6 feet if she wasn't old and bent, with large shoulders and big knobby hands. Wide grey eyes peer out from among wiry grey hair, and yellow teeth grin in a wrinkled mouth like pale old leather.
Fearless jerks at the sudden scream. He shakes in fright but he has come this far, leaving him little other choice but to continue silently following Argade.
The little halfling's feet patter quietly through the doors to the kitchen
What the hells am I doing following this man. I should just be in bed....
Cats lays in bed, trying to fall asleep. He listens to his tummy, waiting to know if it's hungry enough to risk punishment for stealing food.
He listens for Fearless and others coming back, but stays in bed...for now.
Sneaking past the orderlies, Fearless follows Argade through the kitchen to a preparation room where the asylum has pantries to store food. Argade grabs a loaf of bread and begins cramming it into his mouth. After a few bites he moves to a brick of cheese, but after sniffing at it he turns away in disgust. When he spies a pig carcass hanging near the corner he lunges forward and begins ripping chunks away with his teeth and bare hands.
Might as well eat since you can't trust their cooking. They probably throw all manner of medicine in the food while they are cooking.
With a small chunk of cheese squeaking around in his mouth Fearless looks around for a knife or weapon of some sort in case the orderlies try to take his brain again.
"I am a spellcaster?" he says aloud, musing to himself for all to hear. "That is surely exciting." as he says this a smile breaks on his face as he maintains eye contact with the woman.
"Surely, Mother of Whelps, you are not scared of a man bound by a straightjacket." he says with confidence as he looks down at his bound form. "However, I imagine your scared children failed to relay what I said properly."
He looks to Campre with the smile instantly vanishing from his face. "I don't know how I summoned some extraplanar creature, but it was nice and I think it had a strong looking tail. Surely stronger than that small piece of wood you hold, Campre. That piece of wood you bashed me with after illegally detaining me." he says as he gaze narrows.
"I never threatened your doctor or orderly despite their unnecessary violence towards me and I merely told them that if they were civil, then I see no need to not be civil in return." he says, letting his gaze move back to the woman. "Surely that is cooperating, Mother of Whelps." he says, letting the smile take back over.
"As a gesture of good faith, I will even let myself stay bound by this jacket. I find it quite warm and I have little need for my hands as the pair of sniveling creatures behind you surely won't harm me again." he says confidently as he lets his smile develop into a full, toothy grin. "Of that I am sure."
"So, yes." he finishes. "I understand your wishes, Mother of Pathetic, Scared Whelps. I shall not harm your brood."
For now... he thinks to himself.
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Maybe looking for an opportunity to create a timely distraction.
I will have my Luck spell ready so I can cast that, and then use it towards a diplomacy or bluff check.
Argade ignores Fearless at first, eating like a man starving. But by the time Fearless has taken his own share and begins to look for a knife Argade has begun gagging and coughing. Looking over Fearless notices a change in the man. He seems thinner, his teeth cracked and his mouth bleeding.
"So hungry..." He moans, and begins to move toward Fearless, reaching out with fingernails that have blackened and grown sharp.
INITIATIVE