*Barrages Shadowknave with statistics and outcome probabilities which, despite their density, allow him to see how futile it is to hold out against us/grants [MENTION=1465]Li Shenron[/MENTION] a d6 Bardic Inspiration die*
Because this really is a funny mental image for me, and because it really seems to me like a help action in addition to the inspiration. I'm going to give you advantage on that check and let you use bardic inspiration on the higher of the two rolls,(I'll roll for the sake of getting things moving. Persuasion: [roll0])
"Just because you didn't take THAT bribe doesn't mean you're hon.. OH Fine! Fine! Just make the box stop with all the numbers! Ask your questions already."
Shadowknave glares at the Modron as he continues to rattle off statistics.
[MENTION=6805410]Fradak[/MENTION] [MENTION=6923286]mike peabody[/MENTION] [MENTION=1465]Li Shenron[/MENTION] [MENTION=6924292]Deus Machina[/MENTION]
Shadowknave slumps as much as his bindings will allow.
"THe Dusties want more bodies. I don't know why, I don't ask. As you saw I can provide the goods without damaging them. I get paid a little for every body the collectors bring in without a mark on them. I use the collectors so that no one sees me turning in bodies. I'm sorry for your friend, Elith was it? I don't ask names but if he was barmy and I had the chance..."
Leau rolls his neck, loosening it up. Maybe it's a little stiff after last night.
"As an old hatter, if I recall. But going barmy doesn't mean someone's less of a person. Sounds like you've offed plenty." He turns to the rest of the group. "I'm getting half a mind to find the most honest watch we can find to tip off."
Shadowknave looks confused for a moment. "No, no, not that kind of mark. Not something to identify them as people to kill. A bruise, a cut. I will with magic not force so there are no marks on the body. Thats how they know to pay me."
"Mr.Shadowknave, did you kill a man, recently, on the edge of the Hive, who was reciting the names of Demon Lords? He was collected by people, among whom were men named Rig and Tom. He, too, showed no wounds."
"Yer tryin to understand barmies? Maybe your time is better spent at Harbinger House than talkin' to me." Shadowknave sighs. "Not long, I didn't want to be the last one seen near a dead guy. Specially with Chaosmen bashin skulls lookin for information. You seem to know as much about him as I did. Dancin' and chantin' then dead."
Shadowknave seems to be leveling with you guys. For him it seems that his targets we a means to an end. He was killing people for a reason and had identified Barmies and Bubbers (Mentally ill and drunks) as easy targets that wouldn't be missed or draw as much attention. His tone is very businesslike and the hint of remorse in his voice seems to be more that, should he get out of this, is going to have to figure out a new gig, than any sorrow or guilt for what he did.
"If it was up to me, he would already be enjoying the fate of his victims, ready for the collectors. And don't tell me we should be different than this clown. Or at least put him in a cage. He asked to leave this place safely, not freely, if I'm correct." said Khefren to Sir Reginald, as the questioning seems to come to an end.
"I am considering the possibility that if we release him, he may go back to whomever has contracted his services, likely Toranna, as he has indicated. She knows our faces and our names, due to my diligence in making introductions. It will not take long for the Dustmen to find us. I suggest that we should relinquish him to my people, as they have ways of extracting information about his patterns and behaviors which are valuable, especially those involving Modrigaarz. They seem to frequent similar locales."
Everyone watches as the Modron leaves the building.
Less than a block away headed back into the Hive Lex hears groaning and a gruff voice "Talk" Followed by more groaning and the sound of bare knuckles crashing into flesh and bone.
Up against a walk two young looking humans hold the arms of another man with a swollen and bruised eye as a third very large man with a great sword across his back hits him again, this strike to the stomach and hard enough to lift the well dressed victim off the ground.
"You here to kill barmies you piece of-"
"Hey hey hey Mordrigaarz look" One of the smaller men interrupts the interrogation and points to Lex. "Oh wait, I recognize him, he's one of us."
The large man grabs the victim by the scruff of the neck and tosses him to the side "Don't let me catch you in the hive again or you'll swing from the leafless tree."
The battered man runs off not looking back.
Both sides of the conversation start to talk in chaos speak, Lex using an intricate pattern he came up with to semi-randomize the order or words to mimic this language. After introductions Lex explains that he has the person Mordrigaarz is looking for and that it seems that the Dustmen are behind it all. Mordrigaarz seems skeptical but agrees to follow you back. He's heard of you it seems that the novelty and irony of a Modron in the Chaosmen is a popular story among members.
Something changes in Mordrigaarz step, you can hear it but can't decipher it, as you get to the doorway. Just before entering you feel the point of a sharp instrument at your back.
"Be boys smell bad ready." It was Mordrigaarz voice. It seems he has decided that you are either trying to trick him somehow.
You all enter the building cautiously to find the rest of the party and Shadowknave waiting impatiently.[/sblock]
You see Lex enter the room, he looks uncharacteristically uneasy, missing his winning smile.
3 men follow him, one very large man holding a great sword to Lex's back, the other two holding short swords, appearing to be expecting some kind of trouble.
The large one speaks. "I know up to not Modron trick not better be."