[Eberron] What Lurks Below (IC)
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Gedward nods to Tykri. "If there are more of them, I don't know how much it would behoof us to stand here while they reorganize or find reinforcements," Gedward says, trying to say this so the disarmed combatant cannot hear.
He loudly clears his throat, saying, "Why don't we discuss this unfortunate man's predicament while walking towards Windshire?"
He loudly clears his throat, saying, "Why don't we discuss this unfortunate man's predicament while walking towards Windshire?"
The infuriated halfling looks menacingly at the survivor
- Gedward is right, I say we take this ambushing scum, tie his arms up well, and discuss this incident on our way to safety. He can be grateful he still can walk. And we can question him on the road
What I really need is some warm food and wine, and a DRY bed to lie the rest of the night thinks the tired halfling, feeling the ache of his muscles, exhausted from the fight.
- Gedward is right, I say we take this ambushing scum, tie his arms up well, and discuss this incident on our way to safety. He can be grateful he still can walk. And we can question him on the road
What I really need is some warm food and wine, and a DRY bed to lie the rest of the night thinks the tired halfling, feeling the ache of his muscles, exhausted from the fight.
Jdvn1
Hanging in there. Better than the alternative.
"Yes, yes, good idea. Tykri, Jeth'bar, I would guess one of you is good with rope? Maybe you could tie this gentleman up?" Dormon looks at both of them, expectantly.
OOC: I also posted to the out of character thread to ask a question -- I don't know if The Baron has seen it yet since he hasn't replied yet.
OOC: I also posted to the out of character thread to ask a question -- I don't know if The Baron has seen it yet since he hasn't replied yet.
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The prisoner talks in hushed tones as he is tied up. He directs most of his conversation to the ranger.
"Is this really necessary? My family... right across the b-b-border. In the Reeches. They're waiting for me... I do not know my employer's name, b-b-but I think it's pretty obvious by what he did to your f-f-friend that he's a compatent archer. And I wouldn't worry about r-r-reinforcements. You seemed to take care of us pretty g-g-good."
The rest of the walk to windshire passes with incedent. The prisoner relates how he and his crew were hired in the reaches and were asked to work with "no questions asked." Thus, he knows nothing of the reasons for the disguises.
After another hour of trudging through the rain, you reach Windshire. The small Thorp is set into the side of the highest hill in the surrounding area. There's a thick, high wall that appears to keep two large buildings enclosed. The gate house is interesting, however. It stands almost three stories tall, lights flickering through well fortified windows and arrow slits. The portcullis looks like a large gaping mouth, the metal spike its teeth. In the gateway, underneath an everburning torch sits one lone guard. He is huddled underneath the gate, dry and apparently asleep. Little motion appears from inside the courtyard.
"Is this really necessary? My family... right across the b-b-border. In the Reeches. They're waiting for me... I do not know my employer's name, b-b-but I think it's pretty obvious by what he did to your f-f-friend that he's a compatent archer. And I wouldn't worry about r-r-reinforcements. You seemed to take care of us pretty g-g-good."
The rest of the walk to windshire passes with incedent. The prisoner relates how he and his crew were hired in the reaches and were asked to work with "no questions asked." Thus, he knows nothing of the reasons for the disguises.
After another hour of trudging through the rain, you reach Windshire. The small Thorp is set into the side of the highest hill in the surrounding area. There's a thick, high wall that appears to keep two large buildings enclosed. The gate house is interesting, however. It stands almost three stories tall, lights flickering through well fortified windows and arrow slits. The portcullis looks like a large gaping mouth, the metal spike its teeth. In the gateway, underneath an everburning torch sits one lone guard. He is huddled underneath the gate, dry and apparently asleep. Little motion appears from inside the courtyard.
