Pathfinder 1E [IC] Way of the Wicked

[Guest 11456]

Silhouette heads back to the cell. Vordahl finds that a stew has been cooking on the fire. It smells pretty good. At Armides' "request" the two begin stripping off their clothes very quickly nodding nerveously as they do. Grumblejack makes quick work of the meat tossed to him. After swallowing the last bit he responds with, "Hmmm. Good horse meat." Asseni keeps watch at the door to the hall.

 

[Piston Honda]

Vordahl sheathes his sword and takes a small bowl of the soup as he waits for Silhouette, the simplest of hot meals seeming luxurious at the moment. As Grumblejack mentions horse meat, he shoots a questioning glare at the woman. He is undeterred from his meal, however, and eats without grace, still chewing as he speaks to Diat. “Sounds don’t carry well in here. If they didn’t hear us, then I doubt anyone outside knows what is happening.” He looks at their new prisoners as he finally swallows his final bite, “Are the kitchens your only duty? Do you serve the men as well? Tell me truthfully, Silhouette would be disappointed if she came back to find her without a head.” He points at the woman while looking at the man.

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Intimidate = 15
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[GlassEye]

Armides Diat, human Inquisitor of Asmodeus

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Armides nods as if the obedience of the kitchen workers is only to be expected. Keeping one eye on them, just in case they decide to get rebellious, Armides moves over to where Vordahl is sampling the soup and collects a bowl for himself.

"Much better than the slop we were fed. I commend you on your skill." He smiles an oily little smile and slurps directly from the bowl not bothering with a spoon. Hopefully Silhouette hurries; Armides is curious to see what she has planned.
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[sblock=Sheet]Armides Diat, Inquisitor 1
Init: +6; Perception: +6

AC 18 (14 Touch; 14 FF) Current AC: 18
HP: 8 Current HP: 8
CMB: +3 CMD: 17 Fort: +1 Ref: +4 Will: +4

In Hand: Longbow
Conditions:
Spells:

• 1st level: (DC 13) 0/2 Remaining
  Bless, Cure Light Wounds
• 0-level: (DC 12) Unlimited
  Detect Magic, Guidance, Light, Read Magic

Special: Judgement 1/1 Remaining
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[Shayuri]

Silhouette does indeed return quickly. It doesn't take long to pick up rags.

She tosses them down to the now naked people and says with a smirk, "Cover yourselves. We're going to have to keep you somewhere out of the way for a little while. Never fear though...once we've finished in here, we'll be letting you go. So keep quiet and cooperate, and you need not fear that we'll kill you."

The others knew her well enough by now to know that the impish glint in her eyes boded ill for these two, but it was hard to tell how from her words. Or perhaps she was just lying?

 

[Guest 11456]

Again it is the large man that speaks up. "Irena and I cook and serve the guards meals. Please do not hurt us. We will do what ever you wish." He and the woman take the prison rags and cover themselves as best they can.

 

[Piston Honda]

Vordahl speaks to the man. “Do all the men come here for their meals? Including the warden? Do you expect anyone else soon?”

 

[Guest 11456]

The large man replies once more. "All the men take their meals here except for the warden. He usually takes his meals in his tower. But it is past dinner time. The next meal is not until the morning."

 

[Piston Honda]

"Do you take the meals to the warden?"

 

[Guest 11456]

The large man continues, "Yes, sometimes. Sometimes Irena does as well. Occasionally one of the guards takes it. But the next meal isn't for hours."

 

[Shayuri]

Silhouette chuckles and shakes her head.

"Lets get these two out of the way for the moment. Time's against us; we shouldn't sit still now."

She looks for a closet or pantry or something big enough to lock them into while the purging of the prison is completed.