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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 3095356" data-attributes="member: 3448">I hadn't thought about it, Quartz, but it certainly at least raises questions.  You can make a reasonable argument about the greater good and such, which quickly gets into the depths of a "what does good mean" issue.  I'll leave responding more to Orichalcum, although I think one of the things she would note is that Dame Brionna is becoming less paladinly over time as she focuses more on temporal duties.  It'll be interesting to see if that ever results in her losing her status.----They quickly implemented the plan.  Jacques coordinated the efforts through the Shadow Guild and fences of the City, collecting hundreds of vials in the worst dives of the City.  Periodically, a paladin, disguised as best as they could manage, came through to recover the box of vials and carry it to the temple for destruction.  Towards the end of the day, a man came in sweating profusely and coughing slightly.  As he slid several vials across to the collection box, Jacques stopped him.  “Show me each of the vials.”The man raised his hand, fear on his face.  “I didn’t mean it to break…” The industrious man had gathered three vials, but one was cracked.  As he leaned back from the table, he toppled over and fell to the ground, convulsing.Jacques signaled to two of Kit’s agents who were standing by the door of the tavern.  They passed on the signal to an observer in the street, and then closed the door, stepped inside, and drew viciously sharp short swords.Jacques stood up.  “Nobody leaves or comes in!  Everyone stay calm.”“What is this?” cried one of the people on the line.  “It’s a trap!”“No, that man’s sick… they’re going to leave us to die!”“Everyone’s going to be fine.  We’re in here with you, y’know.  Once the priests come to remove the disease from us, we’ll be able to leave.  Until then, if you try to leave, my friends will have to kill you first.”There were loud murmurs of concern throughout the room, but the thieves at the door managed to scare people enough to keep order.“Now then… whoever can give me the most useful information about the people who gave you these vials and paid you to throw them gets healed first.”Jacques had to deal with the rising voices of a mob all trying to speak at once again, but this time they were full of helpful information.End of session 9</blockquote>

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