Citadel of the Iron Crown - Burglars in Mirkwood

[Binder Fred]

The cantankerous Hobbit's complaining ceases instantly, eyes wide, lips quivering. "Ssyus" he nods, the smooth flesh of his face wobbling, tears pricking his eyes.

Impressive, no? "We were discussing... you, as it happens." Baran is feeling - slightly predatory himself tonight.

1. Who are you?

2. What's your relationship with her/the other three?


Binder fred, never trust a straight line.

 

[Binder Fred]

Silent echo?

 

[Dlsharrock]

Sorry guys, distracted by the Ceramic DM thing (I shall probably be out this round, so my timing will be better) selling my car in RL and setting up my CoC recruitment thread. These interrogation posts take about thirty minutes to sort out and I was hoping Shay might post so I could do all questions at once. In hindsight I think he's waiting for round 4. I should have more time now.

Q1
Who are you?

The Hobbit appears resigned, avoids the Dwarf's hot stare, focusing instead on the looming presence of Ulfang. His eyes flick briefly toward the door, "might as well tell the Dwarf. I'm Handel... Handel of the Wood. Come from aways east. Men there, pays us. Pays us to steal and buys the things we steal. Men'll come looking for us," a sly grin spreads, "nasty Dwarf and big fatso will regret pushing me around then." (reliability: 60%, Aerec and Ulfang think he's telling the truth. Baran is skeptical).

Q2
What's your relationship with the other three?

A haughty look replaces the sneer, "I'm in charge. My band, they does as I tells them to do, yes they does. The nasty Dwarf does well to catch the leader of the gang. I'm important. Men'll make them regret grasping such an important one and pinching him in this chair!" (Ulfang and Baran exchange glances. That anyone would put this fellow in charge of anything seems too unlikely to be plausible. Aerec, meanwhile is undecided, but if pushed would guess the Hobbit was telling the truth. He *did* have the parchment after all. Reliability = 30%).



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[Binder Fred]

"I'm Handel... Handel of the Wood. Come from aways east. Men there, pays us. Pays us to steal and buys the things we steal. Men'll come looking for us," a sly grin spreads, "nasty Dwarf and big fatso will regret pushing me around then."

Possibly, possibly. "And how much coinage did Handel expect for *that*?" *that* being the torn scroll, innocently sitting on the far table.

1. Why the scroll?

A haughty look replaces the sneer, "I'm in charge. My band, they does as I tells them to do, yes they does. The nasty Dwarf does well to catch the leader of the gang. I'm important. Men'll make them regret grasping such an important one and pinching him in this chair!" [/COLOR] (Ulfang and Baran exchange glances. That anyone would put this fellow in charge of anything seems too unlikely to be plausible. Aerec, meanwhile is undecided, but if pushed would guess the Hobbit was telling the truth. He *did* have the parchment after all. Reliability = 30%).

The smith lets some of those feelings leak through : "You planned it all, lad? No help?"

2. What was the plan?

Binder Fred, guardian of the slippery slope.

 

[Dlsharrock]

Round 4. Questions Shay?

Q1
Why the scroll?

The Hobbit follows the Dwarf's gaze and seems to shrink back when he spies the parchment, sundered upon the tabletop. His head seems to drift toward one shoulder, an awkward, dazed kind of expression on his face. "Filthy Dwarf would never understand. He wanted it. When he wants bits and pieces, he gets them." The Hobbit chews on his lower lip, thinking apparently. (Reliability: 90%, something about the Hobbit is more natural. It's obvious to all present that he's something of a sneak, but when he's not deliberately sneaking he lets his guard down and there's a strange vulnerability there, despite the nastiness).

Q2
What was the plan?

The Hobbit wriggles his shoulders, "hehe. To sneaks in and grabs it! Fun fun fun. Silly nasty fat Dwarf didn't have the foggiest we was here did he? Hehe!" (Reliability: 50%. Less a lie, perhaps more a way of avoiding the anwer he knows the dwarf's looking for. He keeps looking at Baran in a shifty way, clearly guaging reactions.

 

[Shayuri]

Aranel is quiet for a moment, letting the Stoor stew as she thinks about the answers and less-than-answers.

Grendel. Black Grendel. Not the answer she'd been expecting...which was actually a relief. And yet, this dark magic was no cause for relief, she decided. It might not be the terror she'd feared, but it was still nothing to be trifled with.

"What shall I call you?"

"How would we find Black Grendel from here?"

 

[Binder Fred]

The Hobbit follows the Dwarf's gaze and seems to shrink back when he spies the parchment, sundered upon the tabletop. His head seems to drift toward one shoulder, an awkward, dazed kind of expression on his face. "Filthy Dwarf would never understand. He wanted it. When he wants bits and pieces, he gets them."

It was the *scroll* they were after? His family scroll? Baran blinks and rakes at his beard, rather taken by surprise : what in the seven haven would "he" want it for?
"He's - he's one of the dwarves?" Family follows, family leads; but still -

1. What's "his" appearance?

The Hobbit wriggles his shoulders, "hehe. To sneaks in and grabs it! Fun fun fun. Silly nasty fat Dwarf didn't have the foggiest we was here did he? Hehe!"

"Till one of you five met the stool," helpfully points out his opposite.

2. Why 5?

Binder Fred, blowing on mist.

 

[Dlsharrock]

[SBLOCK=OOC]Sorry, I've been setting up my CoC group. I'll be able to post here shortly. OOC chatter and excruciating pain from my wisdom teeth extraction has been distracting me. Thanks for your patience.[/SBLOCK]

 

[Dlsharrock]

Baran interrogates the male Stoor

Q1
What's "his" appearance?

"Yes," the Hobbit nods vigorously, "he's a dwarfses, just like you. Dwarfs is paying us! Wants it for himself, he does. Wants us to pinch it and gives it away. He knows you. Calls you short, fat, hairy, smelly and stupid." This accompanied by a childish snickering which ends abruptly when the hobbit catches sight of Ulfang's expression. (Reliability: 1% he's already told the group he works for Men, so this is either a blatant lie, or the previous response about who he works for was a lie. Given the snickering and glint in his eye it's fairly obvious to everyone that he's lying through his teeth now and probably was before).

Q2
Why 5?

"The dwarfses told us the Men here is weak as flutterbyes, and stupid as Elves. We knew we can sneaks in under your silly noses and if we were caught we knew we won't be needing more than that to fights you off. Only caught me 'cos I tripped." (Reliability: 20% sounds like more rubbish).

Shayuri interrogates the female Stoor

Q1
"What shall I call you?"

The female hobbit smiles again, eyes sparkling "Mythia. My name is Mythia" she indicates the other room with the tilt of her head, "and that's Smeagar. We are Glad Hobbits of the Fields and the... Wirral..." her voice trails away and she catches herself, lips forming a tight thin line. "My head stings." (Reliability: 80% Aranel believes the female Stoor is opening up very slowly and is fairly confident these words hold truth. There is no lie in the Hobbit's eyes, though of course, those same eyes have been known to harbour something far worse. For this reason Aranel won't commit herself entirely to believing everything the Stoor says).

Q2
"How would we find Black Grendel from here?"

She blinks rapidly, eyes searching the room, "you mustn't ask me," she breathes, chest rising and falling. "No. You mustn't. Too much. You ask too much." She shakes her head then gazes into the Elf's eyes, "the woodses," come the words, filled with resignation but also a willingness to help, "across the deep woodses. By the river that runs through the Wirral. There is a high house built with black stoneses. There. He is there." (Reliability: 80% again, tears shine in her eyes and there's a tremendous aura of fear emenating from the Stoor, but not of Aranel. The Elf believes a breakthrough has been reached and now the truth is finally emerging.)

 

[Dlsharrock]

OOC
Some 20 minutes have elapsed since the interrogations began. It is now around 7:00pm and dusk is falling outside. Light will soon be needed in the hut.