When the logs begin to fall, Mikara leans back from the road to avoid the sylvan tide. Seeing that Tonk is enraged by the halfling's foul language (not that her own is any better), she decides to wait and see what he will do next.
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Mikara's official turn is to delay her turn until Tonk's action is resolved. Since Tonk's action will apparently end the encounter, she simply goes over to help bind and gag the halfling.
Mikara opens her pack and pulls out some rope.
"Here is something to bind him. Don't be too gentle."
Seeing that the others have the halfling taken care of, Blade will travel to the other enemies and make sure their dead by delivering one final blow of his axe to their necks. He'll then check them over for anything useful to their group.
After this action, Blade will patrol their parimeter to keep an eye for any more sneaks or other surprises.
OOC
Blade will not use any HS's, so he currently has only used one (right?)
Mini-Me
Blade- Male (Deva) Avenger 1
Passive Perception: 21, Passive Insight: 14
AC:17, Fort:13, Ref:15, Will:15-- Speed:6
HP:25/29+4 THP, Bloodied:14, Surge Value:7, Surges Per-Day 8/9
Initiative +0
Action Points: 2, Second Wind: not used
Powers: Bond of Retribution, Radiant Vengeange, Channel Divinity, Memory of a Thousand Lifetimes, Avenging Echo, Oath of Enmity, Aspect of Might
"Here is something to bind him. Don't be too gentle."
"Okay! Thank you!"
After accepting the rope, Tonk strips the halfling of all gear and clothing.
With cheer, Tonk wraps the cord in a complicated, interwoven pattern, starting with binding the halfling's hands knuckle-to-knuckle behind his back, then tying elbows-to-elbows, giving the rope a hard tug, so that the shoulders pop out of joint. He binds the ankles and knees, then hangs the halfling upside down from a tree limb.
Tonk searches through his duffel bag, retrieving a bar of homemade soap. He slaps the halfling in the face.
"Hey! Hey! Mr. Dirty Mouth, I have thing for you!"
As soon as the halfling wakes and starts to speak, Tonk grabs his bottom jaw, forcing it open. The half-orc then shoves the bar of soap into the halfling's mouth. Covering the halfling's mouth, Tonk says...
"Chew! Swallow!"
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Just as Tonk is about to slap his hand over the halfling's mouth, it tries to force some words out around the soap, and gags. It gasps for breath, accidentally inhaling the soap, and starts to cough and choke. It writhes in his bonds, trying desperately to roll over to spit the soap out.
After a few moments, Tonk feels a wet, squishy slippery mass hit his hand as the halfling manages to spit the soap to the front of his mouth. It starts to breathe more through its nose, and glares at Tonk malevolently.
Don't forget, the halfling is hanging by his ankles from a tree limb, so he wouldn't have been able to roll over.
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After a few moments, Tonk feels a wet, squishy slippery mass hit his hand as the halfling manages to spit the soap to the front of his mouth. It starts to breathe more through its nose, and glares at Tonk malevolently.
Tonk pokes the halfling in the eyes and slaps him hard on the ear.
"Hey! You be nice! No mean look! Swallow soap, or I help you swallow soap by put in stomach from other end."
Dextyr walks over to the "interegation" and wathces the scene unfold, but does not interfeer with Tonks work. Hmmm lets just see if Tonks methods will get any inforamtion out of that little f&*ker. If not, perhaps I will need to play the role of 'good adventurer' to Tonks 'bad adventurer' Dextyr thinks to himself.
Yes, if the halfling swallows in a nice manner and drops the aggressive behavior, Tonk will remove his hand and engage in civilized conversation, but don't forget Tonk has 17 passive Insight so he won't fall for any fake chewing or fake nicing.
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The halfling gulps, chews, and gulps again. Then he chews some more, and gulps again. Then he pants a little - through his nose - and forces himself to chew and swallow yet again. At last he forces the last of it down and mumbles something behind Tonk's hand, which Tonk removes.
"Please," says the halfling politely, "May I have some water now?"
Philosophy
You know, I've noticed that when I'm writing the combat scenes, my first instinct is to refer to all the enemies as "it", whether they're human, halfling, or hideous non-sentient creatures.
But when I'm writing prose, my first instinct is always to use "he" or "she" - it's only when I'm thinking about fighting that I automatically de-humanize them.
At least you see a philosophical reason for your gramatical errors. Mine just tend to be random and plentiful.
When I was in high school, I had a young history teacher who was a Green Beret in Viet Nam. He said something along the same lines....
(paraphrasing) "It's impossible to kill if you see your enemy as another human beeing. Not because it can't be done, but because it causes hesitation. And in that time, your enemy will kill you. On the other hand, once your enemy is nothing more than a target, it's extremely easy."
OK. Coming out of my highshcool teacher THAT was scary.
"Please," says the halfling politely, "May I have some water now?"
Tonk beams.
"Okay! Here water. No more dirty word, yes? Is no more soap, so must use sand to scrub tongue clean next time. Also, is lady present. Is much bad to say naughty word in front of lady, no?"
Tonk provides the halfling with as much water as he needs from the waterskin. Then, the half orc says...
"Hey, Mr. Clean Mouth, you have name? I think maybe you tell name, then you tell who hire you and why hire you and what else you think is important. Take time and think, okay? I get wood for fire for to build underneath you while you talk. Is for if you no tell truth. Oh, and no use big word, okay? I not speak this kind of word much."
With that, Tonk gathers kindling and logs placing them in a pile underneath the halfling's hanging body.
Mikara sits down in close proximity to where the halfling is hanging. She makes sure that she sits in such a way that, as he swings, he can see her at least out of the corner of an eye.
She pulls out an arrow and a whetstone. One by one, she proceeds to hoan arrow after arrow, sighting them after each stroke, checking them to make sure that each shaft's straightness is not affected by the hoaning process. This, of course, is done with the arrow pointing at the halfling.
Doing so, she hums and sings to herself:
"Oh little child, I'm afraid your going to get it. The half-orc is mad. I'm afraid you have upset it.
He'll roast you alive If you behave too thickly. If you behave yourself, I can end your life more quickly.
Oh little child, You're so cute and handsom. I hear your mother call You're going to have to answer.
Oh now don't you cry. This will all be done soon. This will seem a dream. The Raven Queen will come soon.
Oh little child...."
She drones on making up verses as she goes along. She pretends to be singing to herself, but she makes sure that she is just loud enough for the halfling to hear.
I think maybe you tell name, then you tell who hire you"
"Ok."
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"and why hire you and what else you think is important."
"Ok."
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"Take time and think, okay?"
"Ok."
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"I get wood for fire for to build underneath you while you talk.
"Uh, ok?"
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"Is for if you no tell truth."
"Oh. Ok."
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"Oh, and no use big word, okay?"
"Ok."
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"I not speak this kind of word much."
"Ok!"
"Sheesh..."
The halfling pauses to gather his thoughts. "I'm, uh... I was hired by, uh..." He shoots a glance at Mikara. "Can you make her stop that? It's really distracting!"
Tonk grabs the halfling's nose and wrings it like wet laundry.
"Hey! Watch tone! No is nice!"
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"Sheesh..."
Tonk wrinkes his brow and turns to his compatriots.
"What is 'sheesh'? Is dirty word, no? Or maybe yes?"
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The halfling pauses to gather his thoughts. "I'm, uh... I was hired by, uh..." He shoots a glance at Mikara. "Can you make her stop that? It's really distracting!"
Tonk sighs in exasperation.
"Okay. No worry. I have way to help focus think."
The half-orc pulls out flint-and-steel and begins to strike sparks in the tinder.
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The halflng squeaks. "ACK! My name is Lilf Proudfoot, some rich guy hired us, he said you killed his father and we were supposed to delay you until reinforcements arrived... uh, big word, big word, um, uh... until MORE PEOPLE CAME, and he seemed like he was in a big hurry, and that's all I can think of PLEASE don't kill me!"
! I figured that Ken deserved a KO after being robbed of the opportunity twice already
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