Elven Navy Delta Squad: Thought Taker

[GruTheWanderer]

When you reach the hold, you are shocked to discover the body of Tinker, one of the three who earlier brought you complaints about Thought Taker.

The liquid syllables of mental "speech" form in your head. "He came to me last night," the illithid explains, "with this." He holds out to you a notched dagger. "He wished to slay me because I represented a threat to him and his colleagues. He did not say this in so many words, but he did not have to. I give you my oath that I did not wish to kill him. But he would not give his surrender. My only other option was that I die myself, and my time is not yet. I hid his body here to give you time to decide how to handle this matter."

 

[Keia]

Upon 'hearing' what happened, Marcus sighed. He knew thta the crew had problems with Thought Taker, but he hadn't posted anyone with Taker. Instead, he had increased shifts on the crew, feeling they needed to be protected from Taker. Had he wanted Thought Taker to be attacked by someone on some subconscious level? Irrelevant now, but it made Marcus wonder. Then again, his team was short one and currently were stretched thin. Everyone was looking a little haggard.

Marcus looked to his cleric, "Can you verify his story with a speak with dead? I know it wouldn't be today, but I'd like confirmation. The body appears intact," Marcus thought for a second realization coming to his face. ". . . you could have disposed of this but you didn't. That alone gives a great deal of credit to your story. Even so, forgive my doubt of your story but it's my job. We need to account for the rest of the crew first, then deal with this with the crew."

 

[Mirth]

Chjargal looks back and forth from the illithid to the gnome, confused as how to take this new situation. Is this monster telling the truth? The bugbear is relieved when he hears Marcus' wise and tempered solution. Things sure are different in Delta Squad...

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Akodo pricks his ears and his eyes grow wide listening to the illithid. He absent-mindedly thumps his right foot as he waits for Marcus's response. "Fair enough. I have to say that, given the overall state of the crew, his story is extremely plausible. Confirmation sounds like a good plan. Not that you need my permission, of course."

 

[perivas]

Amanu offers his opinion to the others. "Given what has happened, the crew must know of it by now. Our first immediate concern should be our response to the crew, when they come acquiring. Whatever justice dealt here short of Thought Taker's demise will be sure to have repercussions from the crew. Any suggestions?"

 

[Old Fezziwig]

"What about repercussions from the Imperial Navy? I'd normally be all for whatever, but I don't much like the place we've put ourselves into, between Thought Taker, the Navy, and the crew. It's a mess. Normally I'd like that, but this is bad."

 

[GruTheWanderer]

Thought Taker relaxes somewhat when he realizes that you did not leap to judge him. "By all means, speak with the corpse. I am sure it will admit the attack. I trust your judgement on dealing with the crew. We are so close to our goal. It would be a shame have things fall apart now."

 

[GoldenEagle]

Grillon, cloaked by his robes remains silent and without judgement.

OOC: sorry I haven't kept up, I was subscribed to this thread but haven't been getting the email. I re-subscribed today!

GE

 

[Mirth]

Marcus looked to his cleric, "Can you verify his story with a speak with dead? I know it wouldn't be today, but I'd like confirmation."

Turning to Grillon, Chjargal whispers, "I think he means you, priest."

 

[GruTheWanderer]

Thought Taker retreats to his quarters. You return to deck. Someone appears to have woken up most of the crew. Lareth and Tiktitik are still asleep, and Theryndil is still unconscious.

Hector approaches Delta Squad, "Is something amiss, sirs? Benjamin noticed you all getting up and going to the hold. I told them you were likely making plans for today, but the darn fool had already woken up the rest."

One of the crew in back says, "Has anyone seen Tinker? He's not in his bunk and his knife is missing." Several sailors quickly scan the exterior of the ship and the air envelope, but return shaking their heads.