Citadel of the Iron Crown - Burglars in Mirkwood

[renau1g]

Ulfang smiles as the dwarf grasps his arm "I expect you to work extra hard that week, maybe earn a little bonus for me and Van". He'll hoist 'his' thief over his shoulder again and follow the dwarf into his home for the second time tonight.

 

[Dlsharrock]

[SBLOCK=Necro_Kinder OOC]It's been 5 days since your last post. I'm going to remove Aurvandil IC from the immediate game until you return so he doesn't feel like an empty presence. If you don't post in the next 3 days I'll assume you've lost interest and will probably write Aurvandil out of the game.[/SBLOCK]
The burglars are taken to Baran's hut, the conscious thief struggling, squirming and shrieking the whole way. Granthan is diverted by Belfalor who keeps him talking outside while the others take their prisoners inside and bind them to chairs.

Gellion slips in behind the last person to enter the hut. He keeps a low profile in the shadows near the door.

Once the pair are seated the conscious thief pays his unconscious cohort suprisingly little heed, barely acknowledging her presence. Instead he seems primarily concerned with his own comfort, conversely yelling and ranting or begging for compassion.

"Information is next on the list, I thinks, then Justice will have to have a hand.." Baran grabs Ulfang by the upper arm and squeezes, "and then I've got to start earning that week's wage I owe you and the Van lad!"

"I speak not for Ulfang, but you owe me no wage," says Aurvandil (temporarily in NPC mode) "as a member of this camp it was my duty to intervene. I am just glad I could be of service. Now, if you will excuse me, I must attend my steed who is perhaps more agitated by the event than I. But please inform me when you have appraised the female thief's wounds. I regret harming her so and her fate concerns me. Will you tell me, foredwarf Baran, if her injury worsens. Or if she awakes; pray offer my apologies for that cut on her head." The knight leads his horse away, looking troubled.

 

[Binder Fred]

Ulfang smiles, "I expect you to work extra hard that week, maybe earn a little bonus for me and Van."

That earns him a kid shove. "What about you, Van?"

"I speak not for Ulfang, but you owe me no wage," says Aurvandil "as a member of this camp it was my duty to intervene. I am just glad I could be of service. Now, if you will excuse me, I must attend my steed who is perhaps more agitated by the event than I. But please inform me when you have appraised the female thief's wounds. I regret harming her so and her fate concerns me. Will you tell me, foredwarf Baran, if her injury worsens. Or if she awakes; pray offer my apologies for that cut on her head." The knight leads his horse away, looking troubled.

"Something I said?" Never could quite get into this one's mind.

<Response Ulfang?>

The burglars are taken to Baran's hut, the conscious thief struggling, squirming and shrieking the whole way.

"This has worked for you in the past, I take it?"

Once the pair are seated the conscious thief pays his unconscious cohort suprisingly little heed, barely acknowledging her presence. Instead he seems primarily concerned with his own comfort, conversely yelling and ranting or begging for compassion.

"It's a wonder the race survived." Baran shifts part of his attention to the elf, "'Pery a nath' was it, lady of vinca?"

<Response Aranel?>

"Gel? Could you go close that window in the back, make sure nothing else's been disturbed?" Baran gently, softly, lays the savaged ârchent on the table, out of harm's way.

<Response Gellion?>

Binder Fred, the imperfect host.

 

[Shayuri]

"We of the wood call them Dorn Perrianath," Aranel replies, the word slightly trilled in the Elvish manner, quite unlike Baran's butchery of it. "They are to all accounts a gentle folk of hill and burrow. Full of mischief but without malice. The Men of Gladden call them Hobbits. Stoor Hobbits."

She frowns at the cursing, pleading figure...a puzzled frown like someone trying to work a cipher or read an ill-understood tongue.

"What is it they stole?"

On impulse Aranel moves forward to get a better look at the female bandit.

 

[Dlsharrock]

"Gel? Could you go close that window in the back, make sure nothing else's been disturbed?" Baran gently, softly, lays the savaged ârchent on the table, out of harm's way.

Gellion starts, surprised to be addressed (probably hoping not to be noticed). "Y... yes foredwarf Baran," he hurries sideways, knocks over a random stool next to Aerec (who hops sideways to save his shins), picks it back up with an apologetic bumbling of words which sound something like: 'sorryairecdintseeit' then hurries to the back room.

On impulse Aranel moves forward to get a better look at the female bandit.

Her face is downturned, framed by curly hair, so Aranel must bend and look up at the stoor hobbit's face from underneath. She looks terribly pale, the thick crimson blood trickling from the wound on her head at stark contrast with the ashen colour of her skin. She's young, with the same broad cheeks, wide brow and pinched nose and lips of her cohort. On her head has been scribed some kind of rune. When they were bringing the girl in the rune looked like a tatoo, maybe just ink or paint. But now it stands proud on angry red welts, as though the character were carved into her flesh and the result had scabbed over.

Suddenly the hobbit's eyes open. They don't flicker or open slowly and with confusion as may be expected of one emerging from a groggy state. They open instantly and fix Aranel with a cold stare. The iris is yellow, with a tiny black pupil. The edges of the whites of her eyes are blood-shot.

Even as Aranel watches, the yellow fades, replaced by shining blue. The girl blinks.

Realisation seems to settle on her face and she starts to sob softly, avoiding the gaze of any in the room, especially the male stoor hobbit who is now glowering at her.

 

[Redclaw]

Aerec smiles at Gellion's apology, completely understanding his nerves and the resulting clumsiness. His attention is drawn back to the two prisoners as the female seems to start back to consciousness. He watches, intrigued, but knows that his best bet is simply to watch for now.

 

[Shayuri]

Aranel recoils instinctively, feeling as if cold water had just been splashed over her. There was only one place she knew where such dark magicks as this lurked. But -why-?

She returns her flinty gaze to the Hobbit male, meeting him glower for glower.

"Show me what was taken," she repeats to Baran, more urgently.

(Does the symbol -mean- anything, or is it...as far as she's concerned...just a runic mark?)

 

[renau1g]

That earns him a kid shove. "What about you, Van?"

"Something I said?" Never could quite get into this one's mind.

<Response Ulfang?>

Ulfang will just laugh at the righteous Van, "Never could joke with that one, you know I'm kidding about the wages."

During the interagations, Ulfang will join Aerec in letting the elf & dwarf take the lead.

 

[Dlsharrock]

The rune may mean something, but requires a trained Decipher Script roll. Feel free to try a basic INT (equiv. knowledge-black speech) since she's guessing at the origins and speaks Black Speech. A successful roll is likely to return vague results. Redclaw, Renau1g and Binder_Fred, you guys can also roll basic INT, but the DC will be different as none of your PCs are familiar with Black Speech

 

[Binder Fred]

"Show me what was taken," she repeats to Baran, more urgently.

"Tripped over a stool doing the deed, so all they had time for was this kar- this fortune scroll here."

<OCC: INT roll for the rune http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1592115/

Binder Fred, busy, busy day today, quite tired.