Archon Basileus
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"Aye, the ooorc t-told us alright!" - the blinded rogue receives Marius' attention with a small amount of fear at first, but recognizes his unwillingness to do harm. "We ha-had no choice, we didn't!" - his high-pitched voice disagrees with his dwaven nature. "Ya think we li-k-k-k-ked to serve these dark p-p-purposes! Not for the life of me, be sure!" - tough luck. Marius sees in the frozen archer a delicate disposition. Very few scars, a well-tended skin underneath the leather helmet. He could be mistaken for a merchant of sorts. "This.... This will pass, then?" - he rubs his teary eyes, covered in golden, cascading glitter. "Thank the go-gods..."
"Weeeell, there are so-some upstairs, at th-the Long Return... Some men t-took'um out right b-before..." - she cuts her nasal speech short and gasps for air, clearly holding back on her tensions and her shivers - "... B-B-Before this..." "They took ...a horse car with'um. And the brothel still wo-works with the g-gals left behind... Seven or sssumthing like it." - she grimaces towards the duo, rubbing her bloodied arms to heat up.
"And I thought ...you orcs ....were on their side!" - she starts over, glances around at all the death and takes the circumstances for their unusual aspect. "Th-Thank you..." - she glances at Hagadark, recognizing him, and then turns to Morgrym. "And you... The very first mmmmountaineer to la-lend a hand" - she nods in approval. "Won't forget it... no time soon."
"DON'T!" - the other one says, in a firmer, deeper voice. "You gotta understand... We...we.. were in for the-the sssake of our lives!" - he removes his helmet to show a bald head, covered in scars and tattoos as well as .... A SHAVED FACE. "La-Listen, we know we were in for a b-bad ride... But not this! B-Boss started it... because of that... thing." - he shivers as he speaks, but not because of the ice. "And... and then... T-the voice... In our m-minds...."
"Gla-glad you didn't..." - the bald dwarf repeats. "I... tell you. W-we... were caught into... this." - his pale-blue face seems perplexed and fearful. "I-it's out there, isn't... it?" - he tries to listen to something, clearly becoming aroused by some unknown thought.
[Ok, perception time everyone, DC 20! I also need Morgrym to roll a pure Intelligence test against DC 15.]
[MENTION=24380]Neurotic[/MENTION] [MENTION=6801311]KahlessNestor[/MENTION] [MENTION=4936]Shayuri[/MENTION] [MENTION=87106]MetaVoid[/MENTION]
Weren't you told that your leader is dead and operation shut down.
I did warn them. But they presented me with a problem.
"Aye, the ooorc t-told us alright!" - the blinded rogue receives Marius' attention with a small amount of fear at first, but recognizes his unwillingness to do harm. "We ha-had no choice, we didn't!" - his high-pitched voice disagrees with his dwaven nature. "Ya think we li-k-k-k-ked to serve these dark p-p-purposes! Not for the life of me, be sure!" - tough luck. Marius sees in the frozen archer a delicate disposition. Very few scars, a well-tended skin underneath the leather helmet. He could be mistaken for a merchant of sorts. "This.... This will pass, then?" - he rubs his teary eyes, covered in golden, cascading glitter. "Thank the go-gods..."
"Miss, are there any more of these around? Are other girls alright?"
“Lass…?”
"Weeeell, there are so-some upstairs, at th-the Long Return... Some men t-took'um out right b-before..." - she cuts her nasal speech short and gasps for air, clearly holding back on her tensions and her shivers - "... B-B-Before this..." "They took ...a horse car with'um. And the brothel still wo-works with the g-gals left behind... Seven or sssumthing like it." - she grimaces towards the duo, rubbing her bloodied arms to heat up.
"And I thought ...you orcs ....were on their side!" - she starts over, glances around at all the death and takes the circumstances for their unusual aspect. "Th-Thank you..." - she glances at Hagadark, recognizing him, and then turns to Morgrym. "And you... The very first mmmmountaineer to la-lend a hand" - she nods in approval. "Won't forget it... no time soon."
How about you tell us about the operation while we wait? Don't forget we will hear the other side as well."
“Ye assume ‘tis left t’ me whether ye live ‘r die, lad
"DON'T!" - the other one says, in a firmer, deeper voice. "You gotta understand... We...we.. were in for the-the sssake of our lives!" - he removes his helmet to show a bald head, covered in scars and tattoos as well as .... A SHAVED FACE. "La-Listen, we know we were in for a b-bad ride... But not this! B-Boss started it... because of that... thing." - he shivers as he speaks, but not because of the ice. "And... and then... T-the voice... In our m-minds...."
"I should've just bombed them all to hell, but I thought they will break. Dangerous mistake from my part."
"Gla-glad you didn't..." - the bald dwarf repeats. "I... tell you. W-we... were caught into... this." - his pale-blue face seems perplexed and fearful. "I-it's out there, isn't... it?" - he tries to listen to something, clearly becoming aroused by some unknown thought.
[Ok, perception time everyone, DC 20! I also need Morgrym to roll a pure Intelligence test against DC 15.]
[MENTION=24380]Neurotic[/MENTION] [MENTION=6801311]KahlessNestor[/MENTION] [MENTION=4936]Shayuri[/MENTION] [MENTION=87106]MetaVoid[/MENTION]