Eyes Of The Lich Queen

[jkason]

Brother Donovan, warpriestly human cleric

Donovan holds his mace casually, staring down at the group's would-be assailant.

"The question is, who would you be going to? Whoever sent you either wanted you dead, or has pitiful half-information. What were you told, and by whom? Tell us the truth and I might be able to keep these good folk from taking their ire out on your hide."

[sblock=OOC] Donovan has +5 in Sense Motive if it helps in the detecting of lies / half-truths / omissions. I suspect, sadly, that this is an Intimidate rather than a Diplomacy situation, though, so if someone has a better score, Donovan's happy to supply his roll to Aid Another, since he has no ranks and a +0 Cha mod. [/sblock]

 

[DEFCON 1]

"Should we take his hand as a trophy now or should we wait until after the five hundred arrows are embedded into us?"

The man blanches. "No, no... I'll talk... I'll talk..."

"The question is, who would you be going to? Whoever sent you either wanted you dead, or has pitiful half-information. What were you told, and by whom? Tell us the truth and I might be able to keep these good folk from taking their ire out on your hide."

The cleric of the Silver Flame looks down at his assailant and tries to be as menacing as possible. As he glowers at the man though... an itching and slight burning is begun to be felt on his chest, underneath his breastplate.

"I... I was told to get the Dragon's Eye. From a group returning to Newthrone. A group that matched your description. My superior in the Order told me to... through House Sivis."

The man stays on his knees and bows his head, and Brother Donovan senses the man is telling the truth. The cleric considers asking another question when he absently reaches up to try and scratch at his chest... as the itching and burning slowly gets stronger. Odd.

 

[jkason]

Brother Donovan, warpriestly human cleric

The man stays on his knees and bows his head, and Brother Donovan senses the man is telling the truth. The cleric considers asking another question when he absently reaches up to try and scratch at his chest... as the itching and burning slowly gets stronger. Odd.

Donovan nods to tell the others he believes the thug, then takes a step back, letting others ask what they might. Meanwhile, he adjusts his breastplate to get a look at his chest. The only thing resting on his chest ought to be his holy symbol, but why would that be burning...?

[sblock=OOC]At least, I'm guessing this is a reference to his holy symbol. Either way, inexplicable burning and itching can't be a good thing... [/sblock]

 

[Velmont]

"Told you to what? uncomplete sentences are not good for your health." replies Jango.

[SBLOCK=OOC]Watch out, we have a druid around... Heat metal I guess has been cast on Donovan. I hope I am wrong.[/SBLOCK]

 

[stonegod]

Ari arches an eye at the warpriest's strange behavior, but focuses on the prisoner. "Better answer the elf. And how would you know what the Eye looks like anyway? Doubt they gave you a good description anyway. But more to the point... the name of your contact. Now." Ari flexed his left hand, preparing to add to the "persuasion" if needed.

 

[DEFCON 1]

The man looks confusedly at Jango and then Ari for a moment at their apparent misunderstanding of what he said. He then quickly tries to explain himself. "No, I mean that... my superior told me to get the Dragon's Eye from you... through a House Sivis sending station note. That's what she told me. That's what I meant..."

When Ari demands that he give up his contact, his face goes white and rather than answer, he comes back with a question of his own. "What are you going to do to me? You going to kill me? You going to let me go?"

***

Donovan pulls his breastplate to the side and then grabs ahold of his holy symbol, which he pulls out and away from his chest to look at it. It appears completely normal and is not warm to the touch.

He still feels the itching and burning on the skin of his chest, however... and it still increases in intensity... but he'll have to remove his armor and take off his shirt to really figure out what is up.

 

[stonegod]

The man looks confusedly at Jango and then Ari for a moment at their apparent misunderstanding of what he said. He then quickly tries to explain himself. "No, I mean that... my superior told me to get the Dragon's Eye from you... through a House Sivis sending station note. That's what she told me. That's what I meant..."

Ari shakes his head. "But that still doesn't tell me how you knew what to look for? What was the description of the Eye given to you?"

When Ari demands that he give up his contact, his face goes white and rather than answer, he comes back with a question of his own. "What are you going to do to me? You going to kill me? You going to let me go?"

Ari smiles. "How cooperative do you want to be?" The implication was clear... talk, and you might live.

OOC: I'll do another Intimidate if needed.

 

[jkason]

Brother Donovan, warpriestly human cleric

Donovan pulls his breastplate to the side and then grabs ahold of his holy symbol, which he pulls out and away from his chest to look at it. It appears completely normal and is not warm to the touch.

He still feels the itching and burning on the skin of his chest, however... and it still increases in intensity... but he'll have to remove his armor and take off his shirt to really figure out what is up.

Donovan glares at their captive. "If you've hexed me, little man, there will be a price," he glowers. Even as he's reaching for the straps of his breastplate, he turns to Jina and Khalia. "Apologies for what you're like to see, ladies. I lead a rough life before the church." With that, the templar does his best to quickly expose his chest and see what's occured. He doesn't request aid removing the armor, but he doesn't refuse any offered.

[sblock=OOC]Donovan's referring to his tats and scars, of course. Assuming they aren't what's burning.

Also: the suspense is killin' me. [/sblock]

 

[stonegod]

OOC: I get dibs on killing the alien that bursts from his chest.

 

[Velmont]

jango draw his wand and keep it pointed toward the captive but don't tell a word, keeping his eye on him, but wondering what Donovan is doing.