Grall can also move 80ft. he would move up to the Gnome, seeing two of his friends attacked. On round 2 he would proceed to attack...
Sajan fixes Grall with a firm gaze as he holds the Gnome still in his arms.
I said. Tie her. Up. he says, speaking slowly and emphasising his syllabyls- not in anger but in genuine confusion that Grall did not seem to understand him.
Nuveril shakes her head and blinks her eyes emphatically as she comes out of her stupor. As soon as the world comes into focus around her again, she growls with rage, scooping up her hammer from where it fell on the floor in the same motion that she lopes toward the knot of people around her attacker. Her hammer is raised to attack, but as she penetrates the circle and Victoria comes in view, she stops short in consternation. "What is it?!?" she demands, looking at the Small, struggling figure in Sajan's arms.
I've decided Nuveril has never seen a gnome before, btw.
How do you tie someone up?...Grall has never tied someone up in his life, the arenas were not a place of mercy...
He looks over at Khalid and Linah and readies an action to attack the little gnome if it starts casting again.
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Like this- observe. Sajan says as he expertly ties the prisoners hands and feet for Grall, keeping the end of the rope in his hands to control the Gnome's movement. With this done, he takes a step away and nods in deference to Khalid. I would be happy to teach you this, Grall. Nuveril- it is a Gnome; a common race but I know little about them, only one ever came to the farm.
Linah holds out her hand to stop Sajan's demonstration. "That will not be nessecary, my friend. We have already won, the bonds are not needed at this time", she says then directs her attention to the gnome.
"I ment what i said. If you surrender you will not be harmed." The clerics tone is soft yet unwavering. "Let us start with your name. I am Linah Jamil'Kaid, a follower of the Dawnflower. What is your name?"
Sajan finishes tying the Gnome up, but as a concession to Linah does not tie them as tightly as he intended to.
Better to be safe Linah. I won't gag her, so talk away; but I must protect you all so that you may reach enlightenment- she already harmed the small one.
"I do not want to discuss this. You have all ready inhabited her spellcasting once and i have faith that you will be able to do it again. I feel perfectly safe with you here and i am asking you, please untie her."
"It's not a halfling then," Nuveril registers flatly, and you're not sure if you hear disappointment or relief in her voice. "Yes, untie it, so that I can crush its skull!" She raises her hammer again.
"I do not want to discuss this.
Good, neither do I. Sajan interrupts, the rest of Linah's words lost on him.
"You will do no such thing", tells Nuveril in the same calm and steady voice before turning back to Sajan. "I am sorry that i am not able to sway your mind", Linah yields with disappointment weighting heavy on her breath. The cleric then takes a seat infront of Victoria.
"I appologize that i can not convince my allies to loosen your restraint. Perhaps if we start with talking about what you are doing here we can remove the ropes. Are you willing to do that?"
"We will not hurt you as long as you are being truthful, Filliped. I am sorry to hear about your friends, i pray that the Dawnflower watches over their souls. Who hired you to investigate this place, and why have you not tried to leave when the rest of your group perished?", Linah asks Victoria. Noticing the poor state of the gnome Linah offers Victoria to drink from her waterskin .
"Please calm down. We are not going to hurt you. But you did not anwser my questions. Who hired you to come here and why haven't you tried to leave?"
I slew the goat-demon, but if you were its enemy then you can be allowed a measure of trust. Sajan says, untying the rope but still watching for signs of treachery.
You would know that Var Pinden is the head of the Pathfinder Society for the region. Up to you whether you've met him before.
I am Sajan, a mercenary the big man states simply.
"We are here to rid this place of the Kuldis gnolls and restore Kelmare to the city it once was." Feeling sympathy for the gnome's plight decides that the sorceress deserves some good news. "I am sorry to hear about the fate of your companions. You can be pleased to know that we have found Oxvard. He is alive and safe at our camp, not far from here."
"It is a coward and a spell-thrower and sought to steal your Sun-Lady's treasure," Nuveril protests, still gripping her hammer. "Any one of those would be sufficient grounds for death in my tribe. Why can I not kill it?"
Killing should never be done without just cause, Nuveril. The Gnome was just afraid, and still is. Imagine how you would react to an unknown party if your tribe had been slaughtered around you? Sajan implores, although he still remains poised in case this is an elaborate trick.
"If my tribe had been slaughtered around me, I would have died with them, not run and hidden like a vole," she answers hotly, "and taken as many of our enemies with me into death as I could."
Expecting this answer, Sajan counters- And if you had been rendered a gibbering, terrified wreck by magic? Not everyone is as brave as you are, small one.
Nuveril's weapon hand sways. In a flash, she remembers the voice of the peryton in her mind, ripping through the defenses of her battlefury and sending her into retreat. She lets the hammer fall to her side, as her gaze darts into the far corners of the room, unwilling to meet anyone's eyes. "You are right," she growls sulkily. "It is a spell-thrower, dabbling with spirits that weaken its mind and resolve. One cannot expect such a one to act as a warrior nor to die a warrior's death."
Linah looks at Nuveril with ill hidden surprise. Up to this moment she has not seen anyone even coming close to "neutralize" the halfing. A small surge of guilt runs down the clerics spine as even that she feels bad for the small barbarian to have to relive the peryton's attack, she can't help to be impressed.
"She is not an it. She has a name, and that name is Felliped.", Linah says after regaining her composure, emphasizeing every word.
Seeing the Gnome casting once more, Sajan does not hesitate to trip her, again.
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STOP the giant says simply, a foot planted upon Felliped.
The fire reawakens in Nuveril's eyes, as the gnome renews its threatening posture. "It will stop casting at me, or we will leave it bound in the street for the gnolls to find!" she demands. "You!" she addresses 'Felliped.' "You may count yourself lucky that I will not risk corrupting the ancestral hammer of the pugwampis with your spell-addled brain matter. If you wish to take it back to Almah, that is your business," she tells the rest of them. "I will have nothing more to do with it." She withdraws angrily to the front of the inn, to keep a watch for gnoll patrols on the road outside.
"Enough of this!", Linah demands as she steps inbetween Victoria and Nuveril. "If you do not wish to be treated as an adversary then do not act like one. I sympathize with your situation, Felliped, but we will not tolerate threats against us. Is that understood?"
Grall laughs heartily at the situation of the little ones threatening each other, it seem quite ridiculous to him.
Maybe we should let them fight it out, it is rrrarrre to see such sporrrt, even in the arrrenas?
Do we brrring he along? We don't have the time to babysit a captive.
He gets within inches of the Gnome, So little one would you like to get rrrevenge on the ones that did this to you? We will soon attack the Gnolls head on and we plan to kill Karrrdswan!
so I'm ready to go whenever this son-of-an-ogre here takes his foot off my chest."
This son of Ogre contemplates whether it would be easier to stuff both of the small ones into a sack to carry around over his shoulder... Sajan says with a wry grin, moving his foot.
As for the other small one... Sajan continues, addressing Felliped, your words and actions showed a lack of wisdom. I had just defused her short temper when you then fueled the flames. I am thinking you will have much trouble from her.
"I do not care if you can make good on your threats or not, they will not be tolerated either way. Neither will i care if you feel that they where spurred by Nuveril. Time is running short and i have had enough of this. If we are to move against the Kuldis together we can not afford to fight among ourselves. Is that understood?"
Satisfied that she made her point Linah goes to search for Nuveril (unless she gets a defiant anwser).
"How are you feeling?", Linah starts then bites her tongue as she realises that Nuveril is unlikely to respond to this atempt of building trust. The cleric hesitates as she realises that she does not know how and even if she will be able to talk Nuveril into accepting Veronica's presence but she will have to try. She swallows and hopes that she has not missed her chance and continues. "I am sorry for what transpired in there. We have made it clear to Felliped that further agression from her will not be tolerated. We are however in the midst of striking our final blow against the evil that has set root among these ruins. She has powers that will become useful against the Kuldis. I want to know if you are willing to fight alongside Felliped."
I remember Oxvard mentioned a Felliped in his ramblings.
The alchemist removes a few strips of vulture jerky from his pouch and hands them carefuly to the obviously hungy looking gnome.
Should we continue or return to the monastery and verify that she is who she says?
I mean no offence, he says apologetically to the gnome.
The Gnome is an unlikely tool of the Gnolls, I think we should continue and just watch herrr.
We will waste too much time in a pointless trip to the monastery. Lets continue on.