For the Greater Good

[doghead]

*Sylinda keeps her voice low, fearful and deferential. She keeps her head down, shoulders slumped and sniffs loudly from time to time. Every fiber in her body screams to throw her head back and scream with joy, with rage. Her body trembles with the urge to stride through the manor striking down the foul corruption that resides within and restoring the rightful order of way of life.*

"Yes mistress," she stammers. In a whisper, "Perhaps the slavemaster can help us. Whether willing or not, he can take us the Baroness."

 

[Jaik]

Darren yawns widely and turns his head from side to side, stretching his neck from a long ride.

(Looking for other guards about and gauging the distance to the Slavemaster and his toady.)

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*The Slavemaster will be here in about two minutes. You can tell that while tall and rather cadaverous-looking, he does seem to be alive, rather than undead. He carries a coiled red whip at his waist, and he keeps his right hand tucked inside his sleeve. His eyes are pale, and his expression is anticipatory and pinched.*

 

[doghead]

*Sylinda glances around the yard, trying to get an idea of how many eyes watch them, and what sort of people the other slaves are.*

ooc: spot +13 (+14 vs undead).

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*The slaves seem to be mostly humans, along with a few gnomes and halflings. Also several orcs, gnolls, and a small group of drow are evident in the back. As for the guards, zombies in splint mail, armed with maces seem to be the typical ones, with a few other slightly better-preserved ones that seem to have some intelligence. They act as the officers. It looks like there are eighteen guards and three officers as far as you can tell.*

 

[Jarval]

*Nessa shifts uncomfortably as the slavemaster approaches. While ready to take the other's lead on this, she's not happy with the idea of being chained.*

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Lyssia looks around the 'slaves' she has brought and mentally checks to make sure she has covered everyone's options, then she casts a glance back at the approaching retinue to see if there are any familiar faces. She had done a few tasks for the Drow in the past but doubted any of the ones she had dealt with would be so easily cowed by a human.



OOC: Figure she made sure all the party had ways to release themselves (ie.. concealed keys) before she chained them up.

 

[doghead]

*As Lyssia rattles Sylinda's chain, Sylinda hisses to her.

"We should jump the slave master, release the slaves and take advantage of the confusion to find the Baroness."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*The Slavemaster arrives, along with three other guards in red and black-dyed brigandine armor, expensive and well-made. They carry short curved swords with carved black hilts, as well as stiletto daggers in their belts. The Slavemaster is quite tall, approaching seven feet, and his height, black robes, and pale face make him appear like some manifiestation of Death. As he draws near, he ignores the "captors" and heads over to each of the captives and takes their chin with his left hand, each in turn. His hands are icy cold, and his fingers feel as hard as steel. But what is most disturbing is the fact that his eyes look at each person as if they are nothing more than a vaguely interesting insect.*

"They are in good shape, not starved or terribly beaten. Your capture of the Dawnkeeper and the Phoenix Knight are particularly impressive, Nightswallow. Take your slaves out, the Baroness has plans for such champions of righteousness and wishes to see them herself," he says in a cold and dry voice.

 

[doghead]

*Sylinda shudders at the slavemasters touch and averts her eyes. Mostly so he won't see in them the desire to strike him down. But as awful as it is, at least he still lives. In a manner of speaking. However, after he releases her, she decides that when time permits her, she will perform the ritual of purification anyway.*