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<blockquote data-quote="ThirdWizard" data-source="post: 2970460" data-attributes="member: 12037"><p><em>“Honey? Honey? The honey is mine!”</em></p><p>-The Jackal, on catching flies</p><p></p><p><strong>Session 7/8/06 - In Search Of (continued)</strong></p><p></p><p>Malbi coughed and hobbled into the tower, weak from his ordeal. He wasn’t sure what happened after he had died, but he did know that after he had been brought back to life, Jackal had cut some kind of deal with Xas and they had a prisoner. He didn’t much care, he was tired and just wanted to sleep.</p><p></p><p>“We’ll keep him in the cage by the bulette,” said Jackal. “I’ll interrogate him there. Grum, I’ll need your healing to do this.”</p><p></p><p>Grum balked. “You can torture him on your own. I’m not interested.”</p><p></p><p>Jackal looked at Stock, who shook his head. Malbi was already upstairs.</p><p></p><p>“Fine. I’ll just talk to him. That’s okay right?” He scowled at the others. “Afraid to get your hands dirty. I’ll try it this way just once. It better go right.” He headed downstairs with his prisoner, who hadn’t spoken one word since pulled out of unconsciousness by Grum’s healing magic. This was the second assassin they had managed to capture, and the first who they had the opportunity to question. He was going to find some things out.</p><p></p><p>As they descended into the fifty foot pit that was in their basement, the familiar rumbling of their hungry bulette shook the walls. Unlike a normal landshark, this one measured somewhere around fifty feet long. They had never gone in to take an exact measurement.</p><p></p><p>Jackal locked their prisoner in the adjoining cell. The bulette paced back and forth in its own enormous cell across from them. He pulled out a char and sat down, ignoring the beast.</p><p></p><p>“Can-,“ the prisoner cut off as he began to speak.</p><p></p><p>Jackal smiled. “Who knows. Maybe with the right incentive, he’ll escape.”</p><p></p><p>The prisoner was silent.</p><p></p><p>“This is going to go a lot easier on you if you just tell me what I wan to know. I want to know who you’re working for, what the name of your organization is, and how you get in contact with your superiors. Oh, and if your contractor dies, will the job end?”</p><p></p><p>The drow raised an eyebrow.</p><p></p><p>“One way or the other, you’ll talk. Through magic or the old fashion way if it comes down to it. So you might as well just speak up now, and maybe I’ll let you go.”</p><p></p><p>The drow opened his mouth, thought for a second, then continued. “I’m cut and bleeding. Would you mind getting me some bandages. And perhaps some light. Then I might tell you what you need to know.”</p><p></p><p>Jackal sighed. Malbi wouldn’t have his spells ready for getting the guy to talk ready until the next day, and it was likely they would need those spells for fighting after what Xas had told him. If he could finish this tonight, it would be worth playing along.</p><p></p><p></p><p>“We’re in the Black Cloak Assassins… a small group. Growing smaller since we took on the job of killing you.” The drow, who was calling himself Tebryn, winced as he wrapped his arm in gauze. The torch sent smoke up in front of him on the floor. Tebryn sighed as he tied off the bandage and began on his other arm. “There are three people at the top, but we don’t know who they are. We just do the jobs we’re told.”</p><p></p><p>“How do you get your jobs?”</p><p></p><p>“We have an inn we go to. A cell leader takes a certain room, second floor, third door on the right, and our mark is given there. Then we kill the target.” Before Jackal could ask, he added, “The Blueback Inn, Lady’s Ward.”</p><p></p><p>“What about the Chapel?” Jackal’s eyes followed his hands’ movements carefully.</p><p></p><p>“That was special. We got orders right beforehand. Didn’t even know you were going to be there until it happened.”</p><p></p><p>“And, that came from?”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t know who he was. He had official orders, though.”</p><p></p><p>Jackal sighed. Well, at least he had something. If this whole Caradver thing didn’t work out, he had a fallback plan. “And if your contractor dies?”</p><p></p><p>“I… I don’t know the answer to that.” His eyes followed Jackal’s hands across his crossbow.</p><p></p><p>“We’ll continue this later. I have other matters to attend to.” Jackal climbed up the ladder, wondering what they would find at the shrine to Orcus the next day.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ThirdWizard, post: 2970460, member: 12037"] [i]“Honey? Honey? The honey is mine!”[/i] -The Jackal, on catching flies [b]Session 7/8/06 - In Search Of (continued)[/b] Malbi coughed and hobbled into the tower, weak from his ordeal. He wasn’t sure what happened after he had died, but he did know that after he had been brought back to life, Jackal had cut some kind of deal with Xas and they had a prisoner. He didn’t much care, he was tired and just wanted to sleep. “We’ll keep him in the cage by the bulette,” said Jackal. “I’ll interrogate him there. Grum, I’ll need your healing to do this.” Grum balked. “You can torture him on your own. I’m not interested.” Jackal looked at Stock, who shook his head. Malbi was already upstairs. “Fine. I’ll just talk to him. That’s okay right?” He scowled at the others. “Afraid to get your hands dirty. I’ll try it this way just once. It better go right.” He headed downstairs with his prisoner, who hadn’t spoken one word since pulled out of unconsciousness by Grum’s healing magic. This was the second assassin they had managed to capture, and the first who they had the opportunity to question. He was going to find some things out. As they descended into the fifty foot pit that was in their basement, the familiar rumbling of their hungry bulette shook the walls. Unlike a normal landshark, this one measured somewhere around fifty feet long. They had never gone in to take an exact measurement. Jackal locked their prisoner in the adjoining cell. The bulette paced back and forth in its own enormous cell across from them. He pulled out a char and sat down, ignoring the beast. “Can-,“ the prisoner cut off as he began to speak. Jackal smiled. “Who knows. Maybe with the right incentive, he’ll escape.” The prisoner was silent. “This is going to go a lot easier on you if you just tell me what I wan to know. I want to know who you’re working for, what the name of your organization is, and how you get in contact with your superiors. Oh, and if your contractor dies, will the job end?” The drow raised an eyebrow. “One way or the other, you’ll talk. Through magic or the old fashion way if it comes down to it. So you might as well just speak up now, and maybe I’ll let you go.” The drow opened his mouth, thought for a second, then continued. “I’m cut and bleeding. Would you mind getting me some bandages. And perhaps some light. Then I might tell you what you need to know.” Jackal sighed. Malbi wouldn’t have his spells ready for getting the guy to talk ready until the next day, and it was likely they would need those spells for fighting after what Xas had told him. If he could finish this tonight, it would be worth playing along. “We’re in the Black Cloak Assassins… a small group. Growing smaller since we took on the job of killing you.” The drow, who was calling himself Tebryn, winced as he wrapped his arm in gauze. The torch sent smoke up in front of him on the floor. Tebryn sighed as he tied off the bandage and began on his other arm. “There are three people at the top, but we don’t know who they are. We just do the jobs we’re told.” “How do you get your jobs?” “We have an inn we go to. A cell leader takes a certain room, second floor, third door on the right, and our mark is given there. Then we kill the target.” Before Jackal could ask, he added, “The Blueback Inn, Lady’s Ward.” “What about the Chapel?” Jackal’s eyes followed his hands’ movements carefully. “That was special. We got orders right beforehand. Didn’t even know you were going to be there until it happened.” “And, that came from?” “I don’t know who he was. He had official orders, though.” Jackal sighed. Well, at least he had something. If this whole Caradver thing didn’t work out, he had a fallback plan. “And if your contractor dies?” “I… I don’t know the answer to that.” His eyes followed Jackal’s hands across his crossbow. “We’ll continue this later. I have other matters to attend to.” Jackal climbed up the ladder, wondering what they would find at the shrine to Orcus the next day. [/QUOTE]
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