Devargo at first seems adament in wanting to keep him for torture, but the more he listens to Jerin argue his case he nods, seeming to agree with him and grinning when Jerin explained he was threatening the little dragon and wanted to put him in pain. It seems Devargo was taking great pleasure in the torture Jerin might put this thing under in the lab he spoke of.
"Fine, take that blasted thing. He was starting to bore me anyway." he walks over to the cage, picking it up and then wrapping a cloak around it which appeared ragged and he probably only used when he couldn't be bothered with the creature. "Be sure to bring him great torment. It's fun to hear these little things snarl and whine when under pain." Just as he said that there was a growl but he then whacked the cage with a free hand before giving it over to Jerin.
Jerin:
Hearing a voice in your head you can tell the Psedodragon is very happy with you.
"Thank you for saving me. When you release me I will serve you for one full year in gratitude. Please, take me away from this horrible place. My name is Majenko"
Forget my mild absence mindedness. Let's see...that's the DC of your charm person again?
1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10
Okey it will work no matter what it seems
Devargo appears to now have changed his attitude as you can all now see he stares at Jerin with an amount of respect. It's clear the spell as worked that he percieves Jerin with respect.
The Psedodragon looks up at Krenn as he speaks to it.
Krenn Only:
It's using telepathy to speak as you don't see it's mouth moves when you hear these words."Please, help me. He tortures me by hanging me down that trap door in front of the spiders to attack me. Please...kill him and free me.
Then Devargo returns and listens to what Krenn has to say.
Devargo seems interested in the coins and smiles.
"Hmm...I'll sell him to you for five thousands, but that's not enough there but the entertainment value should be worth it." he walks over to the table himself and raises his eyebrow to him. "This will be very fun I assume you want one of my men to fight or would you perfer trying to take me on?"
At first he leers at you angrily and looks to the men. You get the feeling that he was about to call the guards, but he sighs and continues to sneer at the group.
"Fine...You stay here." he walks to his stage and points at the thugs. "You however, say hello to my friends." he presses the trap door, 3 or the thugs falling down, but one remains dangling. In the trapdoor you hear screaming and scuttling of large creatures. Devargo walks over to the last one, kicking her so she fell in with the rest and smirks as he watches they're demise before the trapdoor shuts, but the smile goes as he looks up at you all.
"I'll bring you the stinking letters." he walked past the cage witht he Psedo-dragon in it, smacking his fist against the cage just to torment him as he leaves the room down the stairs.
After about ten minutes he returns with two letters in hand.
"These are some love letters between our dear ambassador and a Chelaxian noble woman. Word is her husband would show any man who touches his wife what real pain it." again he grins lightly at the thought of pain but leers at you all. "You've got what you want, leave!"
Curnach's eyes narrow in hate as he focuses more of his innate pyromancy upon the thug, searing him once more.
1d20+3 VS Touch AC
1d6+1 Fire Damage
With that final blow he falls to the ground defeated and Devargo laughs and claps.
"Wonderful, I admit I do love seeing two men go at each other with a knife over money, but setting him on fire was very fun!" he laughed as he looked to Curnach, retrieveing the knife to cut him free from the bonds. "I admit the letters I have are very valuable to me. The question is, what price?" he asks as he looks you all over curiously
This Aventi might've taken the cash. It should be a sack of 1000 gold coins. I'm sure either of you can hand over the sack.
The way he looks at the Psedo-dragon and talks about the game it's obvious he wishes to cause the animal pain, mostly because he probably just enjoys seeing it scream in pain.
"Alright then, but if anyone else wants a game, be sure to speak up." he get's down off the platform and walks over to a table, knocking the drinks off it and indicates the two of them to come to him. Once both Curnach and his opponent are in front of him he binds they're arms up when they're on the table, sticking a dagger into the table between them and throwing a few coins out, in support of his own man. "Anyone else going to place they're bids?"
DM only:
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Let's just say Aventi throws a couple of gold coins and many coppers on the table in favour of Curnach.
"Guards!" Devargo calls out calmly and looks to one of the three men entering who had weapons ready. He shakes his head. "Bring in the hopefuls from earlier. I would like to have them take part in a little initiation." he explained to them.
Soon in came a the six from earlier. All of them looking downtrodden teens, too old to be urchins like those in Lamm's hideout.
"Which one of you will be the first to play Knivesies with this young lad here?" he points to Curnach and after some shuffling a young man steps forward. He remains silent and appears to have dark, matted and dirty hair, a scar across his right cheek and glaring bright blue eyes. "Shall we pair you all up first or do you want to hand over the money first before the entertainment?"
'Hmm, a business man, why didn't we think of that...' Skender says with a smirk. 'I'll admit, I'm curious. What is knivesies?'
He grins as he's asked the question and looks over at the cage of the poor, tortured-looking psedo-dragon then turns back.
"It's a game from Riddleport which had caught on very well thanks to my enjoyment of this fun and entertaining game." he smirks as he enjoys talking about the game and looks back over to the pseudo-dragon with interest and grinning at his discomfort. "First the bribe and I'll see if it's enough. If not a game or two of Knivesies will be very entertaining, especially to prove which of my initiates are worth joining me."
He basically outlines the rules of the game, seen under the tab "DC 14 Knowledge Local Check"
Oh great king of spiders we have come to you with a proposal. We wish to get some information from you about the Chelaxian embassador. In this magical case there are details about the specific information we need to get from you in order to buy his silence and we will pay well. First I must say a few words of magical power in order to open our orders and your payment within!
bluff 1d20+4
Pulls out scroll case and casts Charm Person on Devargo before he can try to object.
EDIT: Curnach, who is Jerol BTW? :)
lol I wanted to know who that was too, but I assumed he meant Jerin
DM:
1d20 + 0 ⇒ (18) + 0 = 18
Devargo appears to remain seated and raise a eyebrow, not seemingly being effected
"Well...money helps when you show it to me. I admit I do have the information you seek about the ambassador, locked up safely and guarded downstairs in my quarters, but I'm not willing to give it away so easily. There's the matter of purchess or perhaps you would like to save yourselves some money and entertain me with a game of Knivesies. Any of you know the game? he grins as he looks over you all, curious as to what that show of magic was as nothing appears to have happened. "So where is this money you speak of?"
DC 14 Local Knowledge:
The ever-popular Knivesies (nighve-zees) is the game of choice among the steeliest pirates, brigands, thieves, and scallywags in Riddleport. It’s increasing popularity in Korvosa is in large part due to Devargo’s enjoyment of the game.
Knivesies is simple to play. Two contestants stand on opposite ends of a long wooden table. Their right hands are strapped together with a boiled leather strap, belt pouches are fitted to their waists, and a dagger is stuck in the tabletop between them. The game begins after a count of ten, during which time observers can place bets by tossing gold onto the table and standing at the end of the table where their chosen fighter stands. As the game begins, each contestant makes an initiative check.
There are two ways to win Knivesies. You can either force the other contestant to fall off the table, or you can grab for the gold and drop it into your pouch. Snatching a fistful of 1d10 coins off the table is a standard action that provokes an attack of opportunity. Since each opponent has only one free hand, the first round is typically a mad lunge for the dagger, forcing the slower opponent to make grabs for gold. There aren’t any more rules beyond this; most Knivesies games devolve into tabletop brawls, with the first person to drop or touch the ground losing.
The game ends once a contestant is unconscious, dead, or knocked off the table; as soon as no coins remain on the table; or as soon as any coin is knocked off the table. When the game ends, an unconscious, dead, or de-tabled contestant is automatically the loser. Otherwise, the winner is determined by which person has the most coins in his pouch. At the end of the game, all money is emptied from the pouches back onto the table. Half the total is paid to the winner, while the remainder is split evenly among all of those who stood at the winner’s end of the table
just to clarify, he beat the will save. Got 18 in total so I'm sure that beats it.
"I asked you worms a question. Who are you and what are you doing here?!" he glares at you all, stepping back and looking at you all. "Come closer so you can state your business." he remains still, but grips onto the blades, preparing himself for whatever might happen.
This is the throne room of Devargo Barvasi, the self-styled King of Spiders. He is a tall man with close-cropped black hair, a warm smile, and blue eyes. He accents his black leather armor with a steel spider-shaped shoulder baldric and a thick chain criss-crossing his chest, linked together in the shape of a spider’s web. His signature weapons—gauntlets fixed with blades over the knuckles glisten with poison. Now and then, spiders clamber over his skin, but he takes no notice.
He sits upon his throne as he examins six young men standing before him, armed with small weapons and in leather armour with their heads hung low.
You notice the floor boards in front of the stage where the throne is are loose and appear to be a trapdoor of somesort, but you have no idea where the switch or leaver is.
"If I can use you, you will be of value to me, however if I cannot then you shall feed you to my pets, is that understood?" he pauses as he turns to the group, leering with interest. "Who are you people and why have you entered my domain?" he continues to look over at you all and the spiders all appear to take notice of you all as well.
