(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust


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[Thanks.]

Fendric pats his flail and murmurs, "Oh, if he wakes up, I've got just the thing to put him back to sleep... eternally." Looking over at the sleeping assailant, his eyes flash with anger, then subside.

After a noticeable silence, Fendric stands, and turns to the cloaked man again: "I'm terribly sorry to have misjudged you earlier. I am Brother Fendric of the Temple of Pelor." Fendric walks over and extends his hand.
 

[OOC: Sorry about that - I moved this last weekend, and ENWorld seemed to be down all last week, so I wasn't able to post. Bah.]

Victus looks at the fallen man. "Thank you for the healing, friend. I'd like to ask this fellow a few questions when he wakes up, methinks."

[OOC: My books are packed right now, so I don't know if Knowledge:Religion/Arcana can be unskilled usage... Let me know if it can, and I'll post a followup]

Spot: d20:20+4 = 24, spots the object being hidden.
Knowledge:Religion: d20:17+2=19
Knowledge:Arcana:d20:5+2=7
 


Niccolo looks back and forth between all of these daft humans. Such Skullduggery and Espionage seemed natural to Humanity. Leaning over to Merrim, he says in Gnomish 'They sure do like to slink about, what with their Cults, their Sub-Cults, their Lodges,Orders and Guilds and such.Ah, if the Humans could just be as we, where each Gnome in an Enigma unto themselves...' Niccolo pauses, thinking 'and often to thelselves as well...' Shrugging, he steps up to Fendric, asking <Common> 'Whatever is all of this about, friend Cleric?'
 

"I expect it will all come out when we tell our stories to the Watch, Niccolo, but for my part, we were attacked by this, uh, gentleman currently in restraints," Fendric pauses to indicate the man on the ground, "while these other gentlemen watched, for which reason the Radiant Light only knows. When the 'battle' concluded, all other parties remained while a guard sent for assistance to sort things out. Does that sound like what you saw?"
 


On Fendric's introduction, the cloaked man breathes a sigh of relief, and greets the young cleric's hand with his own, firmly, warmly. "I am Elasris, student of Wee Jas. Which is more than the citizenry would know, and I'd be quite grateful if you left it that way -- but for now, it seems beneficial to all parties to have a certain openness."

As he says this the man on the ground begins to stir -- he looks downward, and with his left hand rising upward, right hand pointing down shouts out a firm magical mandate. The man on the ground goes stiff, glassy-eyed, but continues to breathe.

"That should hold him for a little longer..." Elasris comments as he kneels down to shut the man's eyes, before they go dry.

"As for why these other gentlemen 'watched'..." he motions back to the heavier guard out front "...it was to be sure that none joined in the fray, for had they, we would be having a very different conversation now, if we could have one at all." He glances very specifically where at the street where the guard stands, and tries to work up a grin.
 
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"Well met, good Sir. I hope this inquiry does not last long; we are tired and hungry, and for myself in particular, in need of Temple services."

As the cleric zaps the assailant [Spellcraft: 16 +3 = 19], Fendric nods to Victus, "I fear that our unfortunate assailant is not going to wake up any time soon, my friend, for you to ask him questions or otherwise."

Fendric stands around, waiting for the guard to get back, and hoping that the young acolyte of the Death God is willing to share information. [Gather information check: 12]
 
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