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Im prepared to bring a master of (dead) puppets, in case the announced TPK train doesn't stop. Would just need to slap on some levels. I just wonder if necromancer is a valid route for a PC, as by the rules it will turn you inevitably evil. And usually there is the unspoken rule of no evil PCs. If you're not playing Hell's Vengeance. From which this character is.
Hello.
Any objections?
"Of course the high priest of honor, justice and valor is not susceptible to blackmail. But she is a mother too. And we got her two sons." Moira tells. "So she can have them back, if she bails them out for - let's say 500 gold. We'll make sure half the town gets to see it anyway. Or she doesn't bail them out and gets them back, after each of them gets 50 lashes with the whip while bound naked to the pillory." "Something like that. Don't you think it's worth a try?" "And then we can put posters of them at the news posts warning against those criminals.
"Don't know. Maybe some blackmailing?" Moira suggests.
Moira walks back to her armchair with a smug grin on her face. "We'll get them all!" and then humming the melody of "Jaws". "Dun dun, dun dun,... dun dun, dun dun,..."
Moira gets up from her armchair and walks to the cells. Seeing the two sons of the high priestess stripped of everything but the shirt on their asses she start laughing heartily. "Oh boy. Your mommy will be very disappointed. I'll tell her first thing in the morning."
"What?" Moira asks, not understanding.
"ZZZzzzzzz." Moira sleeps through the breaking into the jail.
To follow the orders of the Archbaron, Moira does a patrol with all who want to come along through town, to show presence. As it gets dark she takes her place in the comfy armchair in the sheriff's office again and nods off.
"We have some plans for tonight. So we're taking a rest." Moira tells Willow.
"Then he shall play something on his instrument or whatever. I'm going for a nap in my office." Moira tells and slouches into the armchair in the sheriff's office.
"Ok, I'm going to sleep then. You wake me when it's time." Moira replies. "Kick that bard, that he plays me a lullaby."
"You got any idea, how many people are at the temple at what times of the day?" Moira inquires. "I'm not interested in bursting into a meeting of the faithful, having a mob of citizens cry out when we want to drag one of the priests out."
"I already suggested to pull one of those Iomedeans out of the temple for showing around that helm and advertising the rebellion." Moira replies. "Question is, are we strong enough to face them openly."
Moira visits the Gield's General Store and buys a thick chain and a good lock from Olla Gield. Then she moves back to the gate where her two undead minions wait and slings the chain around the bars of the two halves of the gate, two or three times. Lastly she puts the padlock on the chain and locks it. "Wonderful." Moira states, orders her minions to come along and leaves. "I'm at my office if you need me." she calls over to Fauhra, Willow and Clarice.
Seeing that this has been sabotaged, Moira commands her undead to close the gate and guard it. Then she leaves, going into town.
Moira leaves the scene and goes to check on the entrance of the gate house again. She pushes the boxes away and steps inside.
Moira rolls her eyes as she notices Fauhra and Claraice's side quest, when the glass breaks. She moves over to make sure no one dies.
Moira rattles at the door, and as it becomes clear that it is stuck she pushes with her shoulder, to little effekt.
"Where is that stupid skeleton, when one needs it." she mutters. "Destroy the door." she tells her undead minions and points to the target. The bloody skeleton and the ectoplasmic undead start clawing and beating at the door.
Moira turns around to check on the gate, how she can close it for good.
Why am I surrounded by mindless minions only. Moira thinks and sighs. "Why is the gate open?" Moira simply asks, ignoring the introduction.
"I'd say, get yourself a drink and cool down. But that hasn't worked ever since you're dead. How about you talk a walk in the woods and kick some tree?" Moira suggests to Bony. "Whom are we going to question about that open gate?" Moira inquires, while taking a look at how to close and lock the gate again.
"I hope you're more sturdy than your friend. I don't want to lose my head, because you stub a toe." Moira adds insult to injury. "And don't you dare to try it out." she adds to Bony.
"Okay then. We'll take a look at the western gate. A little bird told me that it is not closed. Then we go to the prison. If you release the bard, then you have to sing Karthus to sleep." Moira states and leaves this unpleasant situation. "Thanks for getting my head on the backlist for trophies to hang in the Archbaron's manor." she complains to Bony.
Moira thinks of another insult, but keeps it for herself. "Any new tasks to accomplish, or errands to run?" she asks, while she is here.
"Understood." Moira replies in a sour mood.
Moira locks the jail, that no one goes in while they are gone. At the ash house she stands in silence, but after a while she climbs through the window - like always - into the 'living room'. "The boss is upstairs." she tells.
"Wonderful. Bony, grab the evidence, we have an unplanned meeting." Moira comments.
Bony joining the discussion puts a mischievous smirk on Moira's face. "Indeed I like it best if I'm the only one making snarky comments."
"Okay then." Moira sighs. "Let me spell it out for you." "Ilvara was a pain in the ass from the start. Her uppity attitude, her patronizing talk, and has she done anything but standing around and making snarky comments? I don't think so. She was just a nuisance." "And the first time she ends up in the midst of a physical conflict, she quits the group by dying. She was a case for sheltered accommodations and not for this line of work." "And if Karthus decides to kill some adversary, then negotiations are over. If you don't like that, you can take that sack and leave. There is the door."
"I would." Moira replies. She gets up and puts her mace on the table. "You get one punch at him for being insulted. And you have to bear the consequences of starting a fight with him. But if that one blow kills him, his bad."
"I ordered nothing. Just because you and your kin only get dumb undead, doesn't mean I'm limited to that too. Ilvara should have used her brain to figure that out before insulting him." Moira replies with a 'screw you' attitude.
"<You can't blame the table...>" Moira comments. "<... and you can't blame Bony that Ilvara couln't stand even one hit from a good bar fight.>"
Moira rolls her eyes, but doesn't intervene.
"That happens when you let little ones close to alcohol without supervision. The good ones learn from it or build a resistance. The other's are sorted out by nature." Moira comments. "As for Ilvara - she had an unlucky run in with a table. I'd never have thought one could die from that. I guess she was full of surprises, 'til the end."
"That's just some house full of almost dead people. I wouldn't care much, but that Dr. is the one who asks annoying questions in town. Maybe we can use that to get her to shut up." "I don't know how, as I for sure won't pay her taxes. But we'll see." Moira explains. "As for crazy girl, I think we left her in the Arch and Lark. And Ilvara is there in the cell in that sack. She had a deadly accident in the tavern."
"Looks like the first citizens accept us as the new authority in town." Moira states pleased.
"I think we should give the letter back, so it is delivered. We don't need the paper to use the letter to our advantage." Moira muses looking at Fauhra, if she agrees. "I think this is a good start for a beneficial cooperation." she adds towards Mr. Ingoe.
Moira reads the letter and puts it down on the table again. "Not bad. You remember Doctor Rohalendi?" she calls over to Bony. "That woman who asked annoying questions about the Archbaron's decrees."
Moira reaches in her pocket and throws the coins on the table. "You got yourself a deal. Make it worth my money."
"That offer sounds interesting, but I don't think that you're walking here and telling us some stories you got for free is worth ten gold." "But I cherish that you offer to contribute to the safety of our town. If you change that price to something reasonable, I'll give it a try for a week."
"You know the guy?" Moira asks. She get up, strokes some crumbs off the sheriff's vest she is wearing and walks to the door. Getting only a shrug from Karthus she opens the door again. "Oh, Mr. Ingoe, what an unexpected visit. Come in." she offers opening the door wide and stepping to the side for him to enter. Closing the door after him Moira leads Mr. Ingoe to the office and offers him a seat, before taking a seat on the other side of the desk herself.
"I think you got that wrong." Moira tells Karthus as she receives water and the prisoner wine. As Karthus doesn't care she puts the waterskin down with a grunt.
Moira walks together with Karthus to the office. On his question she ansers "If that's a fantasy of yours, you can stay in the cell with the bodies overnight." "Put her with Caggan." Moira tells and hands Karthus the key of the cell.
As no one hands her a sack, Moira gets up and walks over to Fordaneil. "You can stop cleaning that glass. You only wear it down. Get me a sack. A large one. You have one don't you?" She puts some coin on the table, paying for all orders at her table and some. "I'll clean up and here some extra for the inconvenience. Don't want to get a house ban on my favorite and only tavern in town." she adds jokingly. Once she got the sack, she walks back to the table and stuffs the body of Ilvara into the sack, folding her like a jackknife. Lastly she downs the rest of her wine. "Do me a favour and carry that sack, would you?" she asks Bone and adds "Let's get back to the prison."
"I'd try denying first. Not our fault, if she dies in an accident. Has someone a sack? Can't leave her in the tavern. I bet she'll be more useful in death than she was in life. At least for me." Moira tells while looking through her own stuff. But she is badly underprepared for disposal of bodies.
A smirk sneaks on Moira's face on Karthus' comment. "You tell that to the other dark elf then, when we meet her again." "Nice?" Maira asks wide eyed. "You're sure we talk about the same person?"
As the fight is luckily ended, before it really began, Moira looks at Bony, then at Ilvara and states "I don't think any of you two has proven to be more intelligent than the average populace here." After a pause she adds "But I wouldn't have expected this old hag to be that frail." She turns her gaze to the bloody skeleton and a smile appears on her face. "Welcome to MY group of minions."
Moira jumps up from her seat shocked. Her cool gone she grabs her holy symbol, holds it in direction of the unleashed skeleton and shouts "Stop it. while unholy energy floods the area.
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