Nonlethal Force
First Post
“Mighty Pelor!”
The party is awoken by the sound of a teenage boy yelling as he spies the party through the open door to the room theyl purchased for the evening. The boy’s eyes are wide open as he takes in the scene. His tattered shorts hang loose around his waist and his shirt is only half tucked into his shorts. It appears that may well be what he was in the middle of doing when he strolled by the party’s room.
“By the gods, people, you alright?”
The owner of the voice takes a few ginger steps into the room. His eyes nervously dart around into all of the dark corners to make sure that whoever had done this to the paid occupants of the room were long gone. Satisfied, his eyes dart to each of the two Boes sitting in the room and a moment of panic passes over his face. His eyes shift away from the horned humanoids - around to the rest of the occupants of the room and they quickly pick up a plain looking Aster, and a figure of a smaller stature. Finally, his eyes rest upon two people that looked like him. If his memory served him right, one of these two was some sort of religious figure. He approaches Keryth and cautiously leans toward him and whispers, “Mister, you and your friends here alright?”
From down the hall a female voice can be heard yelling, “Thomas Gaines Fortuno, if you are bothering my patrons at this hour of the morning I am gonna tan your hide young man!” The voice of the woman seems old enough to be this boy’s mother, if not even his grandmother. “These good patrons of ours might be interesting to you, but you don’t interest them none in the least. Now leave ‘em alone and lets them get some good rest, you hear? Maybe once ‘n’ they be rested they’ll come out here and have a meal and lets you pester them with your questions. But you lets ‘em sleep now.”
A brief silence fills the air as she awaits a response. “Tommy? You hear me, boy?” The woman’s voice grows a little more stern when she doesn’t hear a response from the teenage boy. Tommy’s face turns back to the door and then returns to Keryth. He seems to want to wait for some sort of reply before addressing the woman’s voice. Heavy footsteps can be heard coming down the hallway from the direction that the voice had come, but there are several moments before the owner of the footsteps arrives.
Inside the room, there doesn't seem to be any sign of forced entry. The bunks are all in the same place as they were the night before. The plain wood-panelled walls seem undisturbed - even down to the cobwebs that hang in the corners.
The party is awoken by the sound of a teenage boy yelling as he spies the party through the open door to the room theyl purchased for the evening. The boy’s eyes are wide open as he takes in the scene. His tattered shorts hang loose around his waist and his shirt is only half tucked into his shorts. It appears that may well be what he was in the middle of doing when he strolled by the party’s room.
“By the gods, people, you alright?”
The owner of the voice takes a few ginger steps into the room. His eyes nervously dart around into all of the dark corners to make sure that whoever had done this to the paid occupants of the room were long gone. Satisfied, his eyes dart to each of the two Boes sitting in the room and a moment of panic passes over his face. His eyes shift away from the horned humanoids - around to the rest of the occupants of the room and they quickly pick up a plain looking Aster, and a figure of a smaller stature. Finally, his eyes rest upon two people that looked like him. If his memory served him right, one of these two was some sort of religious figure. He approaches Keryth and cautiously leans toward him and whispers, “Mister, you and your friends here alright?”
From down the hall a female voice can be heard yelling, “Thomas Gaines Fortuno, if you are bothering my patrons at this hour of the morning I am gonna tan your hide young man!” The voice of the woman seems old enough to be this boy’s mother, if not even his grandmother. “These good patrons of ours might be interesting to you, but you don’t interest them none in the least. Now leave ‘em alone and lets them get some good rest, you hear? Maybe once ‘n’ they be rested they’ll come out here and have a meal and lets you pester them with your questions. But you lets ‘em sleep now.”
A brief silence fills the air as she awaits a response. “Tommy? You hear me, boy?” The woman’s voice grows a little more stern when she doesn’t hear a response from the teenage boy. Tommy’s face turns back to the door and then returns to Keryth. He seems to want to wait for some sort of reply before addressing the woman’s voice. Heavy footsteps can be heard coming down the hallway from the direction that the voice had come, but there are several moments before the owner of the footsteps arrives.
Inside the room, there doesn't seem to be any sign of forced entry. The bunks are all in the same place as they were the night before. The plain wood-panelled walls seem undisturbed - even down to the cobwebs that hang in the corners.
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