~Num-Rah goes first, filling the door with his bulk, in case there is an ambush. He still can not convince himself to trust the little rogue. Perhaps with time that will change.~
Ulven follows, waiting for something to happen.
You all file into the room awaiting the information that your new and slightly different looking roguish friend has to offer.
Kieran begins to tell you about his encounter with the assassin, giving the unconcious man a nudge with his boot. He also details the mysterious globe that seems to hold images of all of you.
~Conquering his mistrust of the rogue, Num-Rah reaches to his backpack~ "You are wounded. I can not tend your wounds yet - my god has not blessed me with the healing touch - but drink some water. You should get your wounds taken care of as soon as possible. And eat something. You've lost blood."
"So who does this bastard work for? I don't like the idea of some random cutthroat carrying our images around. And there's definitely magic involved."
Kieran begins to tell you about his encounter with the assassin, giving the unconcious man a nudge with his boot. He also details the mysterious globe that seems to hold images of all of you.
"Perhaps we should find this Vagger Nulus and put him to the question... I dislike this globe-thing as well."
"As much as I like the idea of someone knowin' my name and face, I think the fanged one is right: we need to find the man responsible and ask him some pointed questions." Ulven grumbles.
The tied and bound figure that is slumped in a corner stirs and moans in pain as he regains conciousness.
Ilona steps up to the tied up thug and backhands him across the face.
"Rise and shine jackass! Why'dya try to kill the girl?"
She smiles sweetly, crouching to look him in the eye.
He takes the water and takes a drin. "Thanks." Kieran says to the Litorian, and realizes that he'd lost more blood than he'd thought. The Half-Elf looks over to the large Skald and addresses him, "Hey, I've heard that some bards possess some healing magic, you wouldn't happen to have any you could spare for me would ya?"
The thug spits out blood before whispering, "...Just a job..."
Ilona smiles at the thug,"Just a job huh? There's a lottta money changing hands over one little tavern girl, now I'll ad mit she's cute but still I don't get it."
She pushes the man's shoulders back gently, making him sit upright in the chair and slowly straddles his lap facing him.
"So tell you what, You're going to tell me everything you knw about this whole thing....." As she speaks she makes a quick arcane pass with her hand, whispering a syllable and stopping with her palm up, a swirling mass of green fluid hovering and twitching an inch above her open hand,shuddering to be released by her will.
"Or I'm gonna melt your face...okay?"
She smiles sweetly into the thugs eyes.
"If you survive her, worm, you shall not survive me. Talk!"
He takes the water and takes a drin. "Thanks." Kieran says to the Litorian, and realizes that he'd lost more blood than he'd thought. The Half-Elf looks over to the large Skald and addresses him, "Hey, I've heard that some bards possess some healing magic, you wouldn't happen to have any you could spare for me would ya?"
"Aye, I do, twisty one!" Ulven moves over toward the rogue and examines the wound. As he begins to speak, his hands move and begin to glow with a healing light. "In the Northlands we speak of the Norns, the spirits of women whose men never came home from the raids. It is said that they come to the songs of men who hurt, infest the wounds and heal the hurts as they could never heal their own. There. Better?"
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8+1=9
He flinches away from the glowing glob of acid "L...L...Look...I...I...Don't know nothin'!! Just wat i told yer friend. I was to do the job, then meet two hours after dusk at the red wairhouse on Able row. Honest!! I've already given you a name!!"
Kieran nods to the large man. "Much so. Thanks." He looks over to the thug. "Really? That's all you know? That's a shame, because these guys don't seem to be half as nice as me. I'd say you're in big trouble if that's all you got."
"Come now, little worm. You have lost your money, but you can keep your life - if you are wise. Tell us what you know, and you will be rewarded."
Ilona watches the swirling acid with a grin, bringing it close to the man's face.
"I wonder how long you can live without a face"
"Choose now - death from her hands, or reward from mine."
"Ok,ok...Vagger Nulus. He's who you want. He's a small time hood. He employed me, but I got the feeling he was just a front for someone else. Dont ask me who, cos I don't know. That's the truth too. So...about this deal. You gonna let me go now...?"
"Oh I suppose so...he doesn't like it when we break promises."
Sighing she gets off the thug's lap and turns her back winking at Num-ra, "I never get to have any fun."
"Oh I suppose so...he doesn't like it when we break promises."
Sighing she gets off the thug's lap and turns her back winking at Num-ra, "I never get to have any fun."
"I said I shall reward him. Never did I mentioned what shall that reward be." Num-Rah grabs the man and lifts him in the air. "I do not know what passes as justice in this scum-filled den, and I find myself not caring. But in my homeland justice is harsh as glacier storms. Choose the hand!"
He stammers, "What...what do you mean...what hand...?
"The hand you use the most, worm!", roars Num-Rah. "Left or right?"
Ulven watches the big Litorian giving the man the choice. He nods in approval and seems to be drinking in the scene, probably for a later tale.
Kieran raises an eyebrow, catching on, "Harsh is right." He shakes his head, thinking in all likelihood that it would be more merciful to kill the man. Without some powerful magic that the thug likely couldn't afford, he'd probably lead an even more miserable existence than he currently enjoyed, probably unable to find any work except possibly begging. Such a man was doomed to starve to death in the streets.
"No ...please...I, I'll give you another name, just please let me go!"
"So you lied the first time!", Litorian roars and draws smallclaw. "Talk now, scum, and leave nothing unsaid, or the witch's acid will be like a spring water compared with what I'll do to you!"
"Toridan Cran, Toridan Cran!!! I'll give you a map to his place even!!! "
Num-Rah throws the would-be assassin on the flor. "Someone tend his wounds, or he shall die before he tells everything he knows." Litorian turns to Ilona. "I am in need of cleansing. Take care of him - with acid if needs be." Num-rah walks out the door and descends to the street. Although he doesn't show it, the violence of the city, which seeped in him, deeply disturbs him.
Ilona smiles at the thug, her voice calm and relaxed.
"He would kill you quick, I will take my time. If you don't tell us everything, you're going to beg me to kill you before I'm done."
The half-elf notices Adrianna's discomfort and nods, his expression showing that he's not much one for cruelty. While not adverse to killing when necessary, he see no point in not getting such ugly work done as quick and painlessly as possible. "Yes please just tell us everything, I'd really like to avoid having to clean your blood off everything in my room." But at the same time, a suitably cold sarcastic comment at the right moment might just break their prisoner that much farther.
"In the north we have a saying: 'A man will speak truth when the weasel begins eating his privates!' In the North we take a man, tie his shirt and pants closed and place an ice weasel in his pants. When the weasel bites it closes its jaws and will not let go until the thaw comes. Men who face the weasel do not tell lies. Shall I fetch a suitable animal from the markets? Perhaps a rat? I saw some likely candidates on the way here. They appeared diseased."
The mans shoulders slump. "I dont have anything else to tell. I'm dead now anyway. Cran always finds out." He lowers his head, "Do with me as you please."
Ilona looks at the man, sure that he is telling the truth.
"If you leave this city right now you get to live, but you attacked ou friend here, and that will not go unaccounted for. I'm going to brak your thumbs, you won't lift a weapon against anyone for a while, but the alternative is death."
She lookhim in the eyes and in a cold voice she speaks,"Stretch out your hands, and bite down on the rope."
Out on the street, Litorian decides to go and visit the weaponshop of that powerful male of his kind. Perhaps he would know of some bladesmith looking for apprentice.
Ilona looks at the man, sure that he is telling the truth.
"If you leave this city right now you get to live, but you attacked ou friend here, and that will not go unaccounted for. I'm going to brak your thumbs, you won't lift a weapon against anyone for a while, but the alternative is death."
She lookhim in the eyes and in a cold voice she speaks,"Stretch out your hands, and bite down on the rope."
He slowly stretches out his hands. Closing his eyes, he whispers "I will be gone by sunrise", before biting down on the rope.
Out on the street, Litorian decides to go and visit the weaponshop of that powerful male of his kind. Perhaps he would know of some bladesmith looking for apprentice.
Looking across the Square, you note that the weapon smiths shop is closed, as the hour now is very late. Perhaps a trip there in the morning may be a good idea.
Out on the street, Litorian decides to go and visit the weaponshop of that powerful male of his kind. Perhaps he would know of some bladesmith looking for apprentice.Looking across the Square, you note that the weapon smiths shop is closed, as the hour now is very late. Perhaps a trip there in the morning may be a good idea.
Num-Rah smiles wearily and decides to go back to the room.
He slowly stretches out his hands. Closing his eyes, he whispers "I will be gone by sunrise", before biting down on the rope.Ilona looks at the man, sure that he is telling the truth.
"If you leave this city right now you get to live, but you attacked ou friend here, and that will not go unaccounted for. I'm going to brak your thumbs, you won't lift a weapon against anyone for a while, but the alternative is death."
She lookhim in the eyes and in a cold voice she speaks,"Stretch out your hands, and bite down on the rope."
Ilona grasps his thumbs and twists them bacwards in a quick movement until they snap. Anyone watching very closely can see there is no enjoyment for her in this.
She looks the thug in the eyes,"That would be very smart of you, now get out of here."
Num-Rah enters the room. "So, he has cooperated, then? Here, take this coin. It should help you survive until you heal well enough to find an honest job." ~Litorian gives the man a 1 gp ~
"Now I'd get movin' if I were you."
Wimpering in pain, he scuttles out of the room, banging into the door frame in his haste to exit
"What do we do now?"
"Well I'd say we should get settled in then figure it out over a decent meal, besides, I really need a bath now."
Ilona gives a small shuddering expression.
"Kieran, think you can find out a little more about those names he gave us? You seem to do pretty well with the...shadier types"
"What about that meeting at the warehouse? Should we go instead, or should we alert lawkeepers?"
*SIGHS*
"You're right. If we give 'em time they'll scatter, lay low and try again some other time."