Archon Basileus
First Post
[We’ll keep the hidden strike as is, since he can’t see you for the most part. All the rest applies as usual. Intimidate works just fine under these circumstances. The amount of extra points you’ve got are enough to frighten them immediately! No need for sense motive under such circumstances. Boy got cocky, boy pushed his luck, lol. ]
The boy gathers himself to answer, swallowing nervously. “The… the southerner is a known healer back at the alleys. That’s how Fritjof calls him sometimes… The healer. Many come after him… He… I guess he’s not liked by everyone… we… we bring him around whenever we can… Since he helped us cure the lambs… And we try to protect him, mostly. Once we were back at his place. We were asleep, but Fritjof managed to see someone sneaking inside… Trying to stab the southerner to death. He woke us up and we managed to… kick him out.” – he falls silent. Clearly they did more than ‘kick out’ the potential assassin.
Fritjof seems staggered by the attack. The ‘bite’ livens him up, but the beast puts him in shock as it delivers the terrible news. For a few seconds, the older brother considers his options, teary eyes and a pale face, until his gaping mouth begins to speak.
“The lawgiver hates the healer… The… The southerner, as most people know him. He says the southerner brings… attracts wanderers and thieves around… He says the man’s bad company. He scolded us for keeping him company… Even threatened us last time.” – he lowers his eyes, looks at the bite. ”How do you call out for justice when the law itself speaks against you? He wanted us for challenging his authority. Now he has our hides, as well as an excuse to harass the southerner and his girl.” He falls silent for a moment, trying to hide his fear and his frustration. “The lawgiver accuses us, dishonors our name, forces our silence even during moots, protects his friends, hires a blade to kill our friends… And what do we get out of this? We get a night in prison and a quick death if we’re lucky! We don’t even know what we did! They called us murderers, but we didn’t even fight, let alone kill someone!” – a mix of desperation,, frustration and fear overtakes Fritjof, the older brother, the keeper. “Might as well become a monster. I’m already hunted as such… Why not go all the way?” – he mumbles to himself.
@Neurotic @Queenie @Fenris @tglassy
Garmmörk listens to the youngest as he quickly checks Ulms key in the cell lock and it opens easily.
The boy gathers himself to answer, swallowing nervously. “The… the southerner is a known healer back at the alleys. That’s how Fritjof calls him sometimes… The healer. Many come after him… He… I guess he’s not liked by everyone… we… we bring him around whenever we can… Since he helped us cure the lambs… And we try to protect him, mostly. Once we were back at his place. We were asleep, but Fritjof managed to see someone sneaking inside… Trying to stab the southerner to death. He woke us up and we managed to… kick him out.” – he falls silent. Clearly they did more than ‘kick out’ the potential assassin.
Garmmork shoves the boy back and retreats back to cell entrance. "Speak!"
Fritjof seems staggered by the attack. The ‘bite’ livens him up, but the beast puts him in shock as it delivers the terrible news. For a few seconds, the older brother considers his options, teary eyes and a pale face, until his gaping mouth begins to speak.
“The lawgiver hates the healer… The… The southerner, as most people know him. He says the southerner brings… attracts wanderers and thieves around… He says the man’s bad company. He scolded us for keeping him company… Even threatened us last time.” – he lowers his eyes, looks at the bite. ”How do you call out for justice when the law itself speaks against you? He wanted us for challenging his authority. Now he has our hides, as well as an excuse to harass the southerner and his girl.” He falls silent for a moment, trying to hide his fear and his frustration. “The lawgiver accuses us, dishonors our name, forces our silence even during moots, protects his friends, hires a blade to kill our friends… And what do we get out of this? We get a night in prison and a quick death if we’re lucky! We don’t even know what we did! They called us murderers, but we didn’t even fight, let alone kill someone!” – a mix of desperation,, frustration and fear overtakes Fritjof, the older brother, the keeper. “Might as well become a monster. I’m already hunted as such… Why not go all the way?” – he mumbles to himself.
@Neurotic @Queenie @Fenris @tglassy