Eccles
Ragged idiot in a trilby.
My players last night spent a lot of time and effort capturing two slaver/thieves from a dwarfhold they had just recently liberated.
Bringing these captives to the upper layers of the dwarfhold, they were confronted by a large number of vengeful, spear wielding dwarves who wanted to torture and kill at least one of the two captives.
(One was an alchemist, one was the guy who cooked for the thieves).
After some considerable discussion and roleplay, they decided to save the chef, as he was probably the more innocent of the two, and they made the decision (all credit to them) to forego the additional knowledge that questioning the alchemist could have given them.
They decided to rest, and question the chef in the morning, and so the mage says "I've got just the thing that'll hold him".
He threw their captive into a room, cast Evard's Black Tentacles, and closed the door.
5 seconds of screaming and tearing, and he opened the door again onto the charnel house he'd just created.
"Errr... Oops!"
Bringing these captives to the upper layers of the dwarfhold, they were confronted by a large number of vengeful, spear wielding dwarves who wanted to torture and kill at least one of the two captives.
(One was an alchemist, one was the guy who cooked for the thieves).
After some considerable discussion and roleplay, they decided to save the chef, as he was probably the more innocent of the two, and they made the decision (all credit to them) to forego the additional knowledge that questioning the alchemist could have given them.
They decided to rest, and question the chef in the morning, and so the mage says "I've got just the thing that'll hold him".
He threw their captive into a room, cast Evard's Black Tentacles, and closed the door.
5 seconds of screaming and tearing, and he opened the door again onto the charnel house he'd just created.
"Errr... Oops!"