(Broccan sheathes his sword, plants a knee firmly in the back of the struggling slaver and grabs him by the hair, pulling his neck up at a very uncomforatble angle.)
"Well, are ye gonna 'xplain yerself, or am I gonna have t'persuade ye?"
Edrukk:
(Broccan sheathes his sword, plants a knee firmly in the back of the struggling slaver and grabs him by the hair, pulling his neck up at a very uncomforatble angle.)
"Well, are ye gonna 'xplain yerself, or am I gonna have t'persuade ye?"
Edrukk: ** spoiler omitted **
"Broccan," Erine warns, "he looks badly hurt. Put him down and I'll heal him. Then you can interrogate the poor man."
Broccan:
Edrukk moves forward to report the defeat and capture to the captain.
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Having watched the slaver and his interrogation, from where he has been evaluating the polearm, Canvy wanders over and looking down with hate in his eyes, "So how many of you are there? I assume we can expect a visit from more of your friends later, or do they leave you here to die?" As Canvy asks, he kicks the man in the side, not hard enough to do permamnent damage, just enough so that he knows he's among 'friends'. Canvy sneers, A nice present, so how did scum like you get hold of it? referring to the slavers polearm now found in Canvy's possession.
Intimidate
Sense Motive (untrained):
"Well, y'press'd y'r luck one time t'many. I'll noh'kill ye, now tha'y'r help'less as a freshslung whelp, bu' th'magistrate'n Cauldron may noh be s'kind."
(Broccan relaxes his hold enough that the man is no longer in pain, but not enough to let him slip loose.)
(To anyone and everyone in earshot)
"I've a goodly lenth'o rope in meh'pack. Someone fetch it an' les truss'up this swine an' ship'm t'town. He's a date wi'the judge."
Erine hesitates. Then she puts an arm on Canvy's shoulder (reaching up to do so). "Canvy, don't fly off the handle. He was just doing his job." She murmurs a spell, and whispers something under her breath.
"But listen, my friend--what's your name?--you need to be honest with us. Canvy can be a bit...temperamental."
With the man secured Sanstree takes things off of the man....
sap
tanglefoot bags (2)
bolas (2)
a couple of vials(2)
manacles
He quickly passes the vials to Minniwick
"This seems tah be yer area of expertise"
"Lets use these manacles on him."
Moves to do so.
"I got a couple o tangle bags who can usem?"
Shortly Sanstree is left examining a small curious item off of the Slaver...
feather tolken (whip)
"How many did they get this time?"
The dwarf's almost-surly demeanor nearly slips in surprise. "'ow many what? Who?" Then realization dawns, "D'ye mean 'ose two mangy 'idnappers? We got 'un, let 'un run off int' th' woods. If'n we 'ere supposed t' catch 'em all, jus' say so -- but Ah'm not sure Ah'd wanna be 'avin' t' feed 'em all, prolly eat through th' caravan 'fore we reach Cauldron..."
Examine the vials handed to him.
Craft Alchemy
Appraise
If Needed
Spellcraft
Kn Arcana
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Canvy takes the manacles from Sanstree, "Leave them to me, I wanna make sure he feels my 'love' for 'im....ha ha ha!" Then Canvy makes sure the manacles are tightly placed on the slaver. "Now you're gonna be cooperative ain't ya? Still, who'd ya say ya were working for?" The manacles get tighter. "Sorry, I didn't hear ya?"
(After Canvy places the manacles on the slaver, Broccan retrieves and recoils his rope, storing in his pack.)
"Easy Cap'n. The sentence f'r kidnap'n in Cauldron might'well be cuttin' off 'is hands, bu'that's f'r the magistrate t'say...O'course, if we had th'man who hired'm instead, th'judge migh'be willin' to let'm go with a floggin' instead."
Diplomacy/or Bluff (both untrained):
Canvy takes the manacles from Sanstree, "Leave them to me, I wanna make sure he feels my 'love' for 'im....ha ha ha!" Then Canvy makes sure the manacles are tightly placed on the slaver. "Now you're gonna be cooperative ain't ya? Still, who'd ya say ya were working for?" The manacles get tighter. "Sorry, I didn't hear ya?"
"Canvy, calm down." Erine loosens the manacles a little, unless Canvy objects. "We aren't in the business of abusing our prisoners. I don't know what was allowed when you were a soldier, but rules change outside wartime."
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Canvy, holds Erine's hand on the manacles, "Not now, let him answer first, you think these are the only two?" Quietly into Erine's ear he whispers, "One slaver got away, we need to know what forces he might bring back, otherwise we might forfeit our lives at their hands. Understand this is not for my pleasure, but for mine and your lives, so hold now. He will have a more comfortable bracelet once we know more."
Canvy, holds Erine's hand on the manacles, "Not now, let him answer first, you think these are the only two?" Quietly into Erine's ear he whispers, "One slaver got away, we need to know what forces he might bring back, otherwise we might forfeit our lives at their hands. Understand this is not for my pleasure, but for mine and your lives, so hold now. He will have a more comfortable bracelet once we know more."
"We need not torture him. Torture never produces truths." But she sighs. "Fine."
She turns to the prisoner. "You'd better tell him. He's not all there, and he's liable to amputate your wrists if you don't answer. He never knows when to stop. If you're honest with us, we'll make sure your sentence is lenient."
"I been slavin long this route fer awhile they are sure tah give me a severe penalty in Cauldron."
"Truth is my band has taken five guards already off this carvan, the hillfolk been providin a distraction."
"Cauldron is busy with kidnappens o there own an not take no notice o me, If yer agreeable tah let me go, I might be able tah probe my contacts in tha trade and give ye some intelligence....."
Sense Motive
DC 15
** spoiler omitted **"two tah three thousand gold is a solid reward, I can help, not tah worry bout the supplies yer welcome tah keep tha stuff."
Erine peers at the man.
Note to self: Perception and Sense Motive are two skills I could use some ranks in."One moment. Canvy, loosen his manacles but keep an eye on him (or have someone else do so). The rest of you and Zookwinkle, come over here."
Once out of hearing range, Erine whispers. "What do you think? Is he honest? Slavery is in some cultures perfectly acceptable, and it seems fair enough to me. It's like the mercenary work we do. If he's just doing this to earn a living, I think we can trust him. But I really can't tell."
Erine freezes. "Wait. Waaaaitwaitwait. How did he know we're going after the two and a half thousand gold reward?"
Sense Motive (untrained):
(to the slaver) "How can'we trus'tya t' keep y'word? Y'jus migh' runoff'n bring a big'r gang nex'time."
Off to the side with Erine and the others.
"This area can be dangerous but I have been running my cart up and down this road for more years then I care to admit and this is about as bad as it has ever been." Holding out the vials taken from the slaver. "This is Drow sleep poison, bad stuff used by some bad people. It is hard to get your hands on unless you have contacts....under Cauldron."
"Wait. Waaaaitwaitwait. How did he know we're going after the two and a half thousand gold reward?"
Knowledge Local
"I have heard a few things about a reward for the return of missing people in Cauldron. Is that why you all are headed to town? For him to know that someone is watching you" he shrugs his shoulders, "or it was just a good guess that a group of armed warriors and spellcasters were on there way to make a few thousand gold. There are not a lot of adventuring types out this way."
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"what so you're for letting him go then Broccan, do ya think he'll really help us with getting that money? And what about his mate, do you think he'll go along with it? It's a bit against me principles to let me enemies go, but do ya think he will really keep his word and help us?"
Turning to Minniwick, Canvy asks, "So this Caulderon place, does it have slave markets and the like? Is he telling the truth about them gladiators, do they have a 'sporting' arena?"
Turning to Minniwick, Canvy asks, "So this Caulderon place, does it have slave markets and the like? Is he telling the truth about them gladiators, do they have a 'sporting' arena?"
"No slave market out in the open. But he is right in saying that a lot goes on in Cauldron. Now the big city on the other end of this trade route is Sasserine and there is a 'sporting arena' there. As far as I have heard they pay their fighters... except for the captured monsters they use. Fighting in the ring is good money if your willing to take the risk. I think a retired fortune seeker runs the place."
Pointing at the slaver. "I do not think that letting him go is a good idea. Turn him over to the guard in Cauldron. It is better then he deserves but I think the right thing to do.
(To Canvy)
"T'be truthful, Cap'n I din'know if we can trus'tim."
(Looking the slaver in the eye, though still speaking to Canvy)
"Th'only reason he's still breathin' is tha' he was lucky enough t'be hit by Sanstree'n the wee-lass's spells instead'o havin' a yard'o steel ramm'd in'is gut like th'other fella. If we did let'em go..IF, mind ye, an 'e turn'd onnus aft'r sparin' his life, he cou' be cert'n tha' th'nex time we met 'e wou' suff'r a goo'while before I put'n end t'is misra'bl life!"
(Turning back to face Canvy)
"P'raps i'd be less both'r t'jus turn'm ov'r t'the magistrate in Cauldron. What'evr happ'ns, I'll noh forgive 'r grant quarter those who'd hurt meh'friends or betray meh trust."
The dwarf comes back to where the others are talking, surprised to see the slaver on his feet.
Talking to the others away from the captive, he says, "The cap'n 's 'appy t' 'ear we got th' better o' th' slavers -- s' 'appy 'e paid me 'lready fer 'r services. Said 'ey captured five o' 'eir guards 'is trip." Looking at the captured man, "S' d'ye 'ave a plan fer 'at t' do wit' 'im?"
He shows them the pouch of gold that the captain provided.
The dwarf comes back to where the others are talking, surprised to see the slaver on his feet.
Talking to the others away from the captive, he says, "The cap'n 's 'appy t' 'ear we got th' better o' th' slavers -- s' 'appy 'e paid me 'lready fer 'r services. Said 'ey captured five o' 'eir guards 'is trip." Looking at the captured man, "S' d'ye 'ave a plan fer 'at t' do wit' 'im?"
He shows them the pouch of gold that the captain provided.
"I say we hire him. If we can't afford to now, we could promise him a share of the prize. I see no reason to kill him, he's just earning a living."
"Hmm, seems t' me that 'r new friend should be fer gettin' a share o' th' pay. 'n now ye want t' be fer payin' 'is guy... Ah'm not much fer money, but Ah'm not seein' a way t' be splittin' 25 gp amongst th' 6 o' us even-like."
Edrukk shrugs, "'at say we keep th' gold fer buyin' 'nother wand fer th' party later? Ah'm sure th' time 'll be comin' when we're fer needin' it."
"I am not fer sure tha commander meant fer myself tah be a guard he was talkin bout yerself an Broccan rather than me."
"Our new friend her has a pouch o coin fer sure I left it on his belt Ima not fer bein a bandit!"
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Canvy looks at Sanstree with incredulity, his eyes purple with disbelief and not a little annoyance, "Are you mad, It's the spoils of war, not banditry Sanstree! He comes to either take your life or sell you to your death and you say, 'i'm sorry, here's your money'. He is being given his life, that is enough, he forfeits his possessions." Canvy removes the pouch from the slaver's belt.
He turns to the slaver scowling and growls, "I'm sorry my friend misled you, your life is our gift to you, not your fortune."
Canvy then turns his ire onto Erine, "Hmmm, I think you'll find that his life is his reward, Erine. What is it you want to give him our hard earned money. I'd rather slit his throat than let him take our money and run. You want to go with him and be sold into slavery, then it's up to you, but for me he and his friend have been a blight on the good people who ply their trade up and down this road. It is fortunate that Minniwick was with us, otherwise you would be bidding for his services at some black market somewhere. We'll not encourage such, by paying our money to such a man."
"I am not fer sure tha commander meant fer myself tah be a guard he was talkin bout yerself an Broccan rather than me."
"Th' cap'n 'ad no idee 'o me friends were, jus' 'at Ah was bringin' some. If'n ye dinna think yer a guard mebbe we c'n split th' pay 'n give ye th' small share, but Ah'm not sure 'at's fair. 'n Ah'm not really thinkin' t' give th' slaver any o' th' money, t' be clear."
Canvy looks at Sanstree with incredulity, his eyes purple with disbelief and not a little annoyance, "Are you mad, It's the spoils of war, not banditry Sanstree! He comes to either take your life or sell you to your death and you say, 'i'm sorry, here's your money'. He is being given his life, that is enough, he forfeits his possessions." Canvy removes the pouch from the slaver's belt.
He turns to the slaver scowling and growls, "I'm sorry my friend misled you, your life is our gift to you, not your fortune."
Canvy then turns his ire onto Erine, "Hmmm, I think you'll find that his life is his reward, Erine. What is it you want to give him our hard earned money. I'd rather slit his throat than let him take our money and run. You want to go with him and be sold into slavery, then it's up to you, but for me he and his friend have been a blight on the good people who ply their trade up and down this road. It is fortunate that Minniwick was with us, otherwise you would be bidding for his services at some black market somewhere. We'll not encourage such, by paying our money to such a man."
"Slavery is a job, just like mercenary work," Erine says. "If we offer him a new job, I don't see why he'd decline."
Erine seems defensive.
Sense Motive (untrained);
"Captur'n folk t' be fodd'r for'n arena is the same as our workin' to protect th' caravan from them? F'rgive me f'r d'sagree'n, bu' I see a big diff'rence. We arn't breakin' the law, an' we arn't hurtin' anyone 'cept those who tried t' hurt us first. I don' care wha' th' off'r was, I'd nev'r go hunt'n folk t'make slaves of 'um. Bu' b'lieve whatcha will, wee-lass; I jus' thought y' knew us bett'r 'n that."
(Broccan turns his back and walks away from the discussion rather than press an argument. He stops a few paces off, not looking at the group.)
"Do what'evr th'hell'ye want with'm. Free'm, kill'm, or make'm your friend, I'm done with it."
"Sorry Canvy I was thinkin more o taken his weapons than o taken his money belt!"
"Mah guess is I got the right thing first!"
Sanstree begins to walk since the Caravan appears to have started moving.....
Having already given his opinion of the Slavers fate Minniwick just listens and keeps his eyes open for another wave of attackers. He will fiddle about with a few of his vials and powders for a minute as he listens.
Sense Motive (untrained); 1d20
"Captur'n folk t' be fodd'r for'n arena is the same as our workin' to protect th' caravan from them? F'rgive me f'r d'sagree'n, bu' I see a big diff'rence. We arn't breakin' the law, an' we arn't hurtin' anyone 'cept those who tried t' hurt us first. I don' care wha' th' off'r was, I'd nev'r go hunt'n folk t'make slaves of 'um. Bu' b'lieve whatcha will, wee-lass; I jus' thought y' knew us bett'r 'n that."
(Broccan turns his back and walks away from the discussion rather than press an argument. He stops a few paces off, not looking at the group.)
"Do what'evr th'hell'ye want with'm. Free'm, kill'm, or make'm your friend, I'm done with it."
Erine seems uncertain, but doesn't seem to know--or perhaps care--that he is unwilling to press the argument.
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"Well, I'm inclined to let him go if my steel doesn't take him. Don't want to cart him all the way to Cauldron, and he seems willing to help us in exchange for his life, or whatever fate he would receive at Cauldron. We have stripped him of his possessions, that maybe punishment enough, provided he help us in future. I think we should take Edrukk's counsel on this."
Turning to the slaver he says, "And by what name do you go by? If we make a bargain, your life will be forfeit should we meet again in unfriendly circumstances."
Edrukk shrugs his considerable shoulders. "'e 'as no weapon, 'e 's no attackin', 'e's no concern o' mine. Ah dinnae favor killin' a man 'n cold blood, but keep 'im 'r let 'im go, Ah dinnae care. If'n 'e 's gonna 'elp us 'n return fer 'is freedom, 'at's a deal Ah c'n live wit'. Fair 'nough?"
With that, the dwarf starts moving after the wagons that have started to move. "Ye need t' be decidin', friends - free 'im 'r drag 'im behind, but do 't now!"
(Frustrated with the situation, Broccan strides over to the man and removes his manacles, meeting his eyes with barely contained fury.)
"Leave. Now. 'Fore I decide t' gut ye an' be done wi' it."
(Throwing the manacles to the ground in disgust, Broccan turns without another word and follows the caravan.)
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Canvy offers Broccan and Edrukk his old polearm to borrow, whilst he leanrs to use the new one. As they go with the wagons, Canvy will practice thrusts and parries against imaginary foes, as he feels how best to use the polearm.
Any details I should know about the polearm, before I use it in battle?
Canvy offers Broccan and Edrukk his old polearm to borrow, whilst he leanrs to use the new one. As they go with the wagons, Canvy will practice thrusts and parries against imaginary foes, as he feels how best to use the polearm.
** spoiler omitted **
Edrukk will carry it for now since he's normally a two-handed weapon user, but there's not much chance he won't just drop it in favor of Gorum's favored weapon instead.