Pathfinder 1E [IC] Way of the Wicked

Vordahl glared holes through Blackerly’s head as he entered until being overcome with surprise and curiosity. A visitor in Branderscar? He watches with interest as Armides is led away, as he disappears from view, Vordahl’s wrath returns to him as he looks upon the remaining guards, recognizing one of them from his welcoming beating into the prison.

“Tell me, boy.” Vordahl speaks mockingly, drawing his words out. “Will the Major be having an open casket? I wanted my pension to be used to adorn his body with the reddest of roses.”

GlassEye said:

[sblock=Outside the Cells]Armides stumbles and falls heavily into the chair. He shifts uncomfortably but doesn't take his gaze from the beautiful woman before him as if he truly is a condemned man drinking in the last sight ever of the woman he loves. He listens to the charade she presents then seems to collapse into the chair after the guards leave. He listens carefully to Tiadora and memorizes her instructions just in case this isn't some sick noblewoman's game.

"Mocking me with the promise of escape and a scrap of silk? Is this entertainment for you?"

"Oh no! Of course not dearest."

Nevertheless, he takes the veil and looks at it. A thought crosses his mind and he flicks a glance towards the door where the Sergeant exited then back down to the veil. With a quick word of power and the twitch of his wrist he summons magical sight to examine the veil.

The veil radiates as magic.

If the item detects as magical he returns his gaze to Tiadora and speaks. "What does it do? Enchantment of some sort?"

"It is my parting gift to you, dearest."

Given more time you could probably tell more but you get the feeling that time is short.[/sblock]

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Back in the Cell:
One of the guards acts as if he is going to pommel Skalis for speaking but stops short of the action. He starts to laugh and the other guards join in. But then they all stop abruptly.

Asseni, Tiefling Priest

Asseni, was going to comment on the stance for barbarism versus sedition, but stops at the strange reaction of the guards... if he only had his hands free, he could try to cast a quick orison to check if some magic was on work here. But with his hands bound, he could only wait and listen.

Silhouette had kept absolutely silent and still from the moment the guards had stepped in. Conscious of her precarious position as a prisoner without rights, and the guards' positions as people who's power over her was utter and without redress, she was well aware that they were able to make her final moments far worse for her than simply shackling her to a wall. It was with no small relief that she watched the idiot with a big mouth provoke them. Anger was one of the few things that could distract men from helpless women, she'd found.

Their sudden change sent a tingle down her spine, and it put the previous guard's woodenness...something she'd dismissed as simply evidence of inbreeding previously...in a new perspective.

Did they hear something? How could they have? Something was happening, but what? And more importantly, why?

Bound as she was, all she could do was wait, and watch, like a shadow on the wall.

Armides Diat, human Inquisitor

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Vordahl prepared to taunt the guard once more until the laughter came to a dead stop. Coupled with his cell mates going silent, his curiosity was aroused. The brute’s battered, defiant face turned stoic as he focused, trying to determine a cause for this disturbing quietus.

[sblock=Outside the Cells]Glancing at the veil Armides sees small cloth patches of various shapes woven into the fabric. Perhaps if he gets a chance to look at it closer he will be able to tell more.

Her message delivered, the woman rises and the guards return. Immediately, her demeanor once more changes and she is again a perfect picture of grief. “No, I can’t bear to leave you!” She gives Armides a kiss on the cheek. The kiss is ice-cold and feels somehow alien and inhuman.

Tomas shakes his head. “I’m afraid it’s time, miss.”

She looks deep in Tomas’ eyes and says, “Thank you for letting me say good-bye. There’s no need to search my dearest. You are such a good friend for letting me see my dearest one more time.”

“Such a good friend,” Tomas repeats his voice almost mechanical. Then the watch sergeant seems to snap out of it and bows politely. “A pleasure, madam,” She leaves unveiled. Her eyes meet Armides’ one last time and she briefly gives him a wicked smile.

“Three days,” telepathically echoes in Armides’ mind. “Don’t disappoint me, dearest”. The visitation concluded, Armides is taken back to his cell by the guards.[/sblock]Back in the Cell:
Returning to the cell, Armides is again shackled. Once more he is secured in tightly locked bands around his ankles and his hands are shackled above his head with the others.

Lights are dimmed and the door to their block is locked once more. The guards leave though clearly two of them are stationed just outside of the door.

You are now alone in your cell certain that time is running out.

Armides Diat, human Inquisitor

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"If I had use of my hands, perhaps I could help you with that," Silhouette says dryly, though her quick glance at the cell door belies her tone. She's taking this seriously. "As it is, I don't see what your visitor expected you, or us, to do."

She does lean over as far as she can, to try to get a better look. The darkness of the cell is no bar to her eyes.

The silence had begun to grate on Vordahl. He welcomed the distraction of Armides speech, even if he did tune out the words after he mentioned magic, having no schooling in the field himself, then he heard the word escape. He thought it was foolish, this place was death, those burned with that accursed letter only left here for a public execution, what good was getting their hopes up, rather than destroy this hope; he paused. Even the receipt of a visitor was unusual; then he saw him wriggling, a veil beginning to free itself from his clothes.

Moments before, Vordahl had only hoped for a way to earn himself a death at the hands of an angry guard, but now, maybe it was a possibility. He remained silent, fixating on the events transpiring, watching the magic-users closely.