Darkhawk: The Horror Begins

[airwalkrr]

The woman's eyes grow larger when she hears you say the name of the Lord of Pain outloud and gestures with her finger to her lip to indicate silence. "You are right to be suspicious," Elsya admits, "I would feel the same if I were in your shoes. But consider this, my wounds are real. The torturer is a minion of the Old One and no ally of mine. Besides, if this were a trap, why would Old Wicked's minions not simply torture whatever they want out of you. They obviously had the means at some point. I do not pretend to know why your cell door was open, but I assure you the Old One's minions had nothing to do with it, less it be of sheer incompetence. You must forgive me if I do not divulge the complete nature of my association just yet though. I myself am wary of trickery and my cause is important, lest I would have given in to the torturer's cruelty. I can promise you this, however; get me free of this place and you will be rewarded. I may even consider revealing to you a bit about my organization."

In the world of Oerth, people often refrain from using a god's proper name for fear of invoking that deity's attention. This is especially true with regards to Iuz. People generally refer to him by one of his many titles, most common being the Old One, the Lord of Pain, and the Lord of Eldritch Evil. A god's proper name is reserved almost exclusively for times when the person truly wishes that entity to notice him or his actions such as an important ritual or an appeal for favor.

 

[Jemal]

Jonathon turns to speak"Like as not, this 'Order' is one of the things they were trying to torture out of her. Since the torture obviously wasn't working, she may believe they decided on another method of persuasion... Hope and Gratitude can be powerful. If you push, it will only re-enforce her suspicions that we may not be mere humble prisoners like herself. You can't expect her to give the information so freely when she's no more cause to trust us than she does these guards.." This brings his attention back to the guard. He tries a little more to get him back to full consciousness, and if successful, speaks to him "You. We've sparred your life, my companion here has even used his skills to save you, and I will NOT torture you, so why don't you give me a reason to continue being... NICE. Say some information, perhaps a guided tour? Because if you don't give us the information we need, I'll have to go question your friend.. out of sight.. and that would mean leaving you alone with THIS man, who I'm afraid may be no more forgiving than the one who was extracting information, and if I'm not around, I can't stop him from doing.. whatever it is he does." Jonathon Shrugs and looks back at his dark companion

*ooc: Jonathon's first attempt at Good Cop/Bad Cop. Too bad Diplomacy/Intimidate are not class skills 4 me. *

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

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Balin will take everything from the KO'ed guard, signals Allister to put the leather armour on and put the mace in his own girt.

After that, he will take the guard on his legs, and pull him down the stairs as silently as possible.

If the guard wakes up, he'll kick him again...

As he arrives downstairs, the others will notice his face has changed. What earlier might have appeared a ruthless assassin, now is the mimic of a goodhearted boy.

"Uh, glad this brawl is over. I don't enjoy killing, even if sometimes there is no other way. - Let's bind those weirdos and then get out of this place."

 

[airwalkrr]

Elsya looks at Jonathon and says to Allister, "Your friend is wise. Now let's get out of here."

As Jonathon slaps the guard on the floor to his senses, he appears to sober up. He wipes the blood streaking down his forehead and speaks, "Guided tour? I might as well put me own 'ead on a stake now! Look, do as you like. If ya wants ta get outta here, all ya gotsa do is 'ead down that hallway up in the sergeant's room and keep turning right until you get to the stairs. From there, it should be obvious. Just don't say I let you go and we'll pretend like 'dis never 'appened."

Balin carefully moves the body of the other guard, the one called Lynward, down into the torture room. "Sleepin' like a baby. It figures," the wakened guard notes upon seeing him.

Elsya looks at your assembled group and shakes her head, "Sorry looking group. I'm surprised you got this far. But I won't complain. Let's make ourselves scarce before the torturer returns with his friends. I know a safehouse we can go to, if they haven't found it yet."

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

Balin looks at his companions.

"Let's bind and gag those fellas..."

 

[Jemal]

Jonathon looks strangely at Balin before agreeing with him.
"Do you think we can trust him? It seems easy enough, but for all we know that route will take us right into an assembly hall full of armed guards." He asks the others as he helps bind the two guards.

 

[airwalkrr]

As you bind the guards, Elsya says, "I doubt they had time to alert others before they came down here. They arrived rather quickly. I imagine there is no such trap waiting for us. I wouldn't normally trust someone like him, but it sounds as if he will get in as much trouble as we are in if anyone finds out he let us out."

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

Balin raises his mace. "So, what do you suggest? That we take them with us or that we give them the coup de grace?"

 

[Blind Azathoth]

"That we knock them out, at worst," Kyros replies. "Killing them is pointless, though I will admit it may be cathartic. Taking them with will slow us down. I don't know about you, but I wish to leave this place as soon as we are able. Let us show these two how much we are their betters and simply depart."

"Ah, but there was one more thing I wanted to know..." He turns back to the conscious guard, and if necessary temporarily removes his gag. "You've been very cooperative so far. That's good. It makes me less inclined to let him kill you, and to help. Now. Where do you keep the personal effects of prisoners?"

 

[dave_o]

Frustrated at the deliberation, Allister stands, torch dangling at his side, eyes slitted in the shadows cast from the brand. At Kyros' question of the whereabouts of personal effects, the solider inclines his head slightly. "At last, some sense -- it is perhaps cruel to discuss the fate of our prisoner right before his very eyes, so make a decision and let us be gone, I care only for retrieving my meager possessions and seeing this place shrink behind me."

His flinty gaze finds Elsya. "Perhaps we shall find the true color of this ... Order."