[AU] Siege on Ebonring Keep

[Liminal Syzygy]

Pyior will then cast two diminished Transfer Wounds (Lesser) on Pirythanis. Afterwards he staggers woozily over to the closest ambusher's blind and sits. He leans back and closes his eyes with his staff across his legs, trying to get some rest.

 

[garyh]

"Thank you, Pyior," Pirythanis says to the faen. "Your healing touch is always welcome for a swordarm like myself."

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Khajom follows Pyior over to where he's sitting down. "Be careful, friend. I'm not telling you not to tend to their wounds, but be judicious in how you do it. Wearing yourself out helps none of us." Khajom stops and smiles. "This is going to fall on deaf ears, isn't it?"

The litorian leaves the magister to rest and stands nearby, watching as the others deal with the prisoner.

 

[Mirth]

"Thank you for that, Pyior," Ys-Baddaden says to the fatigued magister, "You should listen to your Litorian friend, however."

"As for you," the giant turns to their newfound prisoner, "perhaps if you explain your reasons for imposing your murderous will upon us, we would be more apt to consider your request. If you will remember, I did warn you. You chose not to heed me."

 

[Rybaer]

The captive is a dust-covered, lanky human. His hair is greasy from lack of washing and he wears a full beard. Upon closer inspection, he appears to be younger than your first impression would suggest...perhaps only in his early twenties. His eyes hold bitterness as they flicker around the group.

"As for you," the giant turns to their newfound prisoner, "perhaps if you explain your reasons for imposing your murderous will upon us, we would be more apt to consider your request. If you will remember, I did warn you. You chose not to heed me."

[Diplomacy roll (8+4=12)]


He curls his lip at Ys-Baddaden, but answers anyway. "We attacked yeh because you had the look of adventurers. Those were our orders. If I don't follow orders, I'll be hanging from a rope. So, yeh see, either I fight'cha and risk a sword in the gut or I let you live and die fer certain."

He looks at his bleeding, dying companions. "Can I just go? We hardly hurt'cha and I sure don't want no part in dealing with you again. I'll even leave my weapons behind."

[ooc - Ys-Baddaden suspects that the man is sincere in his desire never to see you again. His story seems plausible...or at least was delivered believably. Sense Motive roll (16+6=22)]

 

[Liminal Syzygy]

Pyior, eyes still closed, nods and grins at Khajom and Ys-Baddaden's advice.

"Don't worry about me, I'm ok. Just doing my part. I'll...just rest a bit now."

A minute later he is clearly asleep.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

"How do we know you aren't going to run off and tell someone else we're here?" Khajom eyes the bandit suspiciously, but benevolently.

 

[Rybaer]

"How do we know you aren't going to run off and tell someone else we're here?" Khajom eyes the bandit suspiciously, but benevolently.

"And what would it matter if I did?" he sneers. "There are plenty of folk like you about in these parts. Everyone knows the call for adventurers has been put out from the Keep...so there's bound to be more just like you. Just my luck that the fates smiled upon you this time and not me."

He looks at his fallen companions and ponders for a moment. "Like I was sayin', you can rest assured that I won't be bothering you again. If'n it'll make ye happier, I'll give you my word not to mention yer group to anyone."

 

[Mirth]

He curls his lip at Ys-Baddaden, but answers anyway. "We attacked yeh because you had the look of adventurers. Those were our orders. If I don't follow orders, I'll be hanging from a rope. So, yeh see, either I fight'cha and risk a sword in the gut or I let you live and die fer certain."

"Whose orders were those, son?" Ys-Baddaden asks their newfound prisoner. "One of these lying here? If not, I am reticent to let you go just so you can warn your leader and bring more arms to bear against us. You have given us no reason to trust your word, that is certain."

 

[rangerjohn]

"Whose orders were those, son?" Ys-Baddaden asks their newfound prisoner. "One of these lying here? If not, I am reticent to let you go just so you can warn your leader and bring more arms to bear against us. You have given us no reason to trust your word, that is certain."

"Especially, since you fear them so much, that you attack against overwhelming odds. Both in numbers and skill."