Continue to play .....
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Caspian interjects some wild, skirling notes into the driving rhythm of his panpipe tunes. This has no effect on Jaegr and Vanya, but the ugly mongrelman shakes his head and reels back half a step before catching himself. Ruthlessly, he shrugs off the effect, although you can tell he very nearly succombs.
Reaching into his cloak, he jerks forth a wand and attempts to activate it, despite the threat to his person:
Leaning back to avoid being killed as he does so, the mongrelman evokes a burst of force from his wand at Jaegr:
Jaegr dodges the blast and swings back at the mongelman
Vanya grinds his teeth and attacks once more.
Vanya is having a hard time with the images; they remind him all too well of seeing double while drunk. A wild, whistling blow shears through one of the doubles like smoke, leaving only two images... and the actual enemy.
[ooc] final round of inspiration, i blew it...[ooc]
Daze that mongrel!
Again, the mongrelman almost succombs... and once again, he manages to pull himself together at the last second and resists the worst of the effects.
Although he resists Caspian's spell well enough to get off another shot, his distress is apparent as the shot goes wild and a bolt of force slams into the ceiling, knocking dust and a small amount of debris to the floor. Jaegr, grinning, is quick to counterattack...
Although he resists Caspian's spell well enough to get off another shot, his distress is apparent as the shot goes wild and a bolt of force slams into the ceiling, knocking dust and a small amount of debris to the floor. Jaegr, grinning, is quick to counterattack...
After missing badly twice and with Vanya knocking out a couple of the images, Jaegr feels more confident on where to aim.....
Jaegr's blow is one that you only hear about in bards' tales -- the weapon whistles through the air in a blurring arc -- so fast! -- with such force that it would fell an ox, and no creature alive could have dodged its precise path, nor could any armor withstand the impact of its point.
Unfortunately, all of that relies on a swing against the right target. Jaegr's blow blasts though one of the images, which disperses; the force of the blow prevents him from pulling back afterward, and the weapon's arc continues, unimpeded, into another image, which is also disrupted. Vanya, watching, now sees their opponent standing there, cornered and nearly defenseless now.
"I'm gonna roast your liver over the ashes of your bones and feed it to my wolf!"
"I'm gonna roast your liver over the ashes of your bones and feed it to my wolf!" 1d20 + 2; 1d8 + 2
With all of the images gone, there's nothing left for Vanya's wild swings to disperse. Or maybe Vanya is still seeing double.
"I am gonna beel him with bullshit!"
Obviously, repeated doses are allowing him to build up a tolerance for your spell.
"Your images are gone. Surrender now, and you may yet walk away from this. There is no need for this to go on any longer."
Looking around frantically, the cornered mongrelman can see your companions beginning to stir. They are still blinded and stunned, but your experience at the inn suggests that they'll be operable before too long.
Dropping his wand from nerveless fingers, the mongrelman holds up his hands in an unmistakable gesture of surrender and cringes, growling something in a feeble voice.
"What is he gibbering about?"
"I can't understand a word he's saying, although it is reasonable to assume that he is begging for his life - and I am of mind not to grant it to him."
"I can't understand a word he's saying, although it is reasonable to assume that he is begging for his life - and I am of mind not to grant it to him."
Caspian--
"Certainly...."
"mmrglbfmfmflrr"
Jaegr will keep an eye on the mongrelman while keeping his pick axe ready
"Vanya get his wand off the floor. Capsian look at Kelsin and see if he is OK."
"Are you guys OK?"
"Arrghhh....ugh....Vanya....correct....goblin.....surrrrender"
"Right this way Rip, come on now snort...."
"Ugh. Thanks. What...happened?!"
”You all lined up inna row an he gots all of yah at one time....”
Oprichnik takes the wand and drops it in his backpack.
"Ugh. How nice of us to make it easy for him. Great. Wyvurn, since you can understand him, can you translate? Maybe now that he's at the end of Jaegr's weapon we can get some answers out of him."
Shaking the last of thw cobwebs out, Wyvurn nods to Kelsin.
"Yes, he's speaking goblin and asking for us to spare him. He's trying the groveling act again by referring to us as masters.
"Tha master bit might werk on Vanya, so at least he as some sense in his approach. I wonder if hes a wizard o a sorcerer?"
The stacks of books and papers that litter the floor around the desk would tend to indicate the former. However, leafing through the nearest pages, the writing just looks like gibberish to you -- goblin, you suppose.
"While 'Master Kelsin' has a good ring to it, I still don't trust him. We should put him in one of the cells, too, after we question him."
"While 'Master Kelsin' has a good ring to it, I still don't trust him. We should put him in one of the cells, too, after we question him."
"I don't trust him, but we need some information. If you put him in the cell, make sure he won't be able to cast anything by binding his hands or putting manacles on them. Also make sure he doesn't have any weapons or items to help him escape."
The mongrelman fawningly shuffles into the cell across the room, and obligingly places the manacles on his own wrists, demonstrating that they are locked tight.
"Although I think you understand and probably speak common just fine, I will try this again in a tongue we know you can speak and understand. Why don't you tell us who you are and what you know? You are defeated, but if you are cooperative, we may show you more mercy than what you would have shown us if the tables had been turned."
"It appears we have gotten ourselves into something far more complicated than any of us believed. We need answers or the next time we bumble into someone or something involved with this plot, we might not be so lucky. I say we break this mage's fingers and search him for arcane components to insure he is no longer a threat with magic. He put on those manacles too willingly. Then we need to have a sit down with him and the two upstairs. In fact, where did those two caravaners get off to? They are in just as much danger as we are."
Wyvurn isn't attempting to bluff, he's serious about the finger breaking, but he does watch the mongrelman for any sort of reaction.
"I been keepin an eye on them two upstairs, an even took a sling stone tah one ov em, I think moving him into the cell upstairs is tha best option, once yer finished askin questions."
DM
The Mongrelman's expression is once again vapidly unreadable, as if his malignant intelligence flickers on and off like the flame of a signalling lamp.
1d20+3The Mongrelman's expression is once again vapidly unreadable, as if his malignant intelligence flickers on and off like the flame of a signalling lamp.