Heroes, Inc.: Kryptgarden
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So something along the lines of codine.
IC:
Alethia's eyesight blurs as the medicated tea takes effect, the alertness and her coherency she had before rapidily fades and she looks up at the were-bear. "Drugs... I hate.... Worse than chaos wine. Mmm.... Gotta introduce you to that. Heh. Were-bear and c'wine." she giggled at the comical image that produces. And as the medic probably intended, it does send her off to sleep.
Good job. Might try to slip some to Timrin. He's worrying himself sick and we need him and the others in top form if I'm to guess wildly at the future. the demon advised, amused and grateful. The more sleep and bedrest Alethia got, the quicker she'd get back on her feet.
So something along the lines of codine.
IC:
Alethia's eyesight blurs as the medicated tea takes effect, the alertness and her coherency she had before rapidily fades and she looks up at the were-bear. "Drugs... I hate.... Worse than chaos wine. Mmm.... Gotta introduce you to that. Heh. Were-bear and c'wine." she giggled at the comical image that produces. And as the medic probably intended, it does send her off to sleep.
Good job. Might try to slip some to Timrin. He's worrying himself sick and we need him and the others in top form if I'm to guess wildly at the future. the demon advised, amused and grateful. The more sleep and bedrest Alethia got, the quicker she'd get back on her feet.
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DM_Matt said:
Shando looks evenly, speaking in clear, even tones. "I am a servant of Ilamter. I do not lie. I would prefer to say nothing at all than speak a flasehood. You may believe the truth of what you say, but it is not the truth of the situation. There is a greater war going on out there, than what a war between Waterdeep and Thay could bring. It is a War we are trying to prevent, as it endangers every mortal in Faerun. You may think of yourself as a soldier in this conflict, but the sad fact is that you are a pawn, a pawn who murdered an innocent woman. Lady Aleena never ordered the attack on the thayvian compound. Waterdeep has never considered itself at war with Thay. As such, you probably won't be treated as a soldier in war. No, you and your companion will be treated as murderers, assassins and, more than likely, executed for your crimes against the city. There will be no exchange, no ransom and no honor in your death or service to Thay. I suspect that Thay itself, upon hearing of your actions, will disavow you and your actions. Again, where is the honor in the death of a common street criminal? You and your patriotism have been used to further a great evil that wishes to destroy us all. Think on that. For now, you will be taken back to your bed to rest and eat. Your statments will be checked later for their veracity. If you happen to remember anything that might be important, send for me."
Shando waits a minute or two to let his words sink in, before calling the guards to take the agent back to his bed.
OOC: Should have noted that I was using the following skills: Diplomacy +11
Sense Motive +12
DM_Matt
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kirinke said:ooc:
So something along the lines of codine.
IC:
Alethia's eyesight blurs as the medicated tea takes effect, the alertness and her coherency she had before rapidily fades and she looks up at the were-bear. "Drugs... I hate.... Worse than chaos wine. Mmm.... Gotta introduce you to that. Heh. Were-bear and c'wine." she giggled at the comical image that produces. And as the medic probably intended, it does send her off to sleep.
Good job. Might try to slip some to Timrin. He's worrying himself sick and we need him and the others in top form if I'm to guess wildly at the future. the demon advised, amused and grateful. The more sleep and bedrest Alethia got, the quicker she'd get back on her feet.
Beor sticks around through Alethia's babbling, smiling and telling her to relax, and leaves once she seems to be asleep. He goes to try and find Shando to see if he needs help intimidating prisoners.
Murdoch, meanwhile, finds that the death tolls are still being counted up, but a number of nobles, diplomats, and a number of Hidden Lords have been killed. Perhaps up to two dozen worthies and civilians into the hundreds. It will take a while to sort out who the dead ones are. A variety of attackers struck a variety of places. At least twenty Kossuth Cultists are confirmed dead. Some victims were killed in their locked homes, possibly by Kurin's assassins. Four of them are reported slain. Other violence is attributed to organized crime and humanoid-dominated street gangs. Murdoch's sources, interestingly enough, tie some of these criminal elements to some of Aiden Zarun's labor allies, specifically the Brotherhood of Maritime Support Engineers (dockworkers, longshoresman, seacooks, etc.) and the Union of Transportation Engineers (road workers, carriage drivers, etc.).
As Murdoch walks down a back alley, having visited a contact, he sees a tall, middle-aged Uthgardt man in a grey robe with a fox-fur hat, with ears. He hears the man speak in his mind, but the man himself lets out no sound as he moves his lips.
"I am known as the Deceiver of Deceivers, a mighty illusionist who bet his life with Loki himself in return for immortality and a portion of his power. Trapped in a maze for centuries, I finally prevailed, and in my victory, I honed my skills at illusion, and became undeceivable myself. But of course, as Loki is wont to do, I was in a sense deceived nonetheless, my immunity came in the form of paranoia, developed through living so long in his world.
So when I entered Cormyr with my companions from the Great Desert, I left a simulacrum to sleep in the keep that guards the pass. At night, the gaurds tured into cat creatures and slew my compaions in their sleep. Then, some of them assumed their forms and traveled on. I escaped, and came to Waterdeep to inform those who could do something about this.
There is no telling how many people have been replaced with these cats. Somehow, the cats managed to also infiltrate the Sembian diplomatic corps as well. They were responsable for a number of the deaths last night.
When I came to warn you, however, Laeral must have intercepted my communications. She met my simulacrum right before Shando and destroyed it, then left, using magic to dry off her wet clothes. Please, destroy these monsters that killed my companions and who knows how many more."
Shando's guy breaks, sort of: "As I said, I have no information of use. Even if I believed you, there is nothing I can do for you except ask for mercy."
As Alethia sleeps, the demon plots and goes over what has happened, trying to figure out some sort of strategy and some sort of plan to strike back at the one's responsible. Alot of his plans depend on the gem and if someone in Celestia or attached to the temple of Selune can in fact create such a forgery as Alethia suggested.
If, if. He knew that Aiden Zarun was at the heart of this problem, somehow. He was too charming, too personable. And in Naverone's experience, that sort of charm usually hid a succubus in disguise. And Laerel. Ahh, now that was a sticking point. He had a suspicion that the good lady was at best bespelled by Zarun or at worst an imposter.
He scowled and hot anger boiled in the pit of his nonexistant stomach, causing Alethia to toss and turn in her sleep. He cursed and calmed down, careful not to wake her. That bond they shared was a mixed blessing at best.
Cat creatures. Rakshasa or something so near as to make no difference. He also had no doubt that the reason why they ran is that they were trying to get away from the explosion at the center of the square, not him.
He knew from past experience that a demon, well any powerful and evil creature's main weakness was their overweaning pride. Perhaps this could be used against the twice damned?
If, if. He knew that Aiden Zarun was at the heart of this problem, somehow. He was too charming, too personable. And in Naverone's experience, that sort of charm usually hid a succubus in disguise. And Laerel. Ahh, now that was a sticking point. He had a suspicion that the good lady was at best bespelled by Zarun or at worst an imposter.
He scowled and hot anger boiled in the pit of his nonexistant stomach, causing Alethia to toss and turn in her sleep. He cursed and calmed down, careful not to wake her. That bond they shared was a mixed blessing at best.
Cat creatures. Rakshasa or something so near as to make no difference. He also had no doubt that the reason why they ran is that they were trying to get away from the explosion at the center of the square, not him.
He knew from past experience that a demon, well any powerful and evil creature's main weakness was their overweaning pride. Perhaps this could be used against the twice damned?
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Steve Gorak
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DM_Matt said:
"Friend, I will be brief with my words for I do not know who is listening. You have found a kindred spirit and I will help you. Please follow me to my company's stronghold so we may talk freely. We can use a man of your talent but we must hurry, for the streets are not safe. Not now." Nodding to Barnak, Murdoch adds: "If you agree, I will ask my small friend to teleport us there. He is quite skilled, I assure you, and this would be the surest way."
OCC: Diplomacy +10 to convince him to come, sense motive +21 to see if he's lying or an impostor
Once they arrive to the stronghold (Assuming the Deceiver agrees): "Please allow me to summon my companions. This may take a few minutes. Given the situation in the city, we will need to magically verify that you speak the truth. I hope you will understand."
He then signals a junior company members to help bring refreshments to the stranger and asks Barnak to keep him company and keep an eye on him.
Murdoch then meets up with the rest of the group and gives them a summary of what he learned: "This may be yet another trap; at this point, nothing would suprise me. However, if this man cannot be deceived, we may have a powerful weapon against all the impostord that have infiltrated the city."
Once the caster is brought in and his hands secured to make casting difficult, Shando speaks.
"I am Shando, humble servant of Ilmater. You have my word of honor and on my faith that while you are in our charge that you will not be tortured or mis-treated. You will be fed and your wounds will continue to be cared for. If someone does mis-treat you, I need to be told. I cannot speak as to what the city of Waterdeep will do once we turn you over to them. You will have to answer for your crimes. Giving us the information that we need may help lessen your punishment. You will probably be subjected to some form of magical scrying to determine the veracity of your statements. If the information you give us, helps us in our cause, I will intercede on your behalf, but I can't guarantee those results. I can see in your eyes that you are contemplating if you can overpower me and escape. I can say with confidence that I am more than capable of stopping you and making the process very painful for you. So to the questions:
Who are you and why did you attack the assembled nobles tonight?
Readied action to attack the caster if he begins to cast a spell.
(Yeah I used the same words as before. Sue me.
)
Hawkeye
"I am Shando, humble servant of Ilmater. You have my word of honor and on my faith that while you are in our charge that you will not be tortured or mis-treated. You will be fed and your wounds will continue to be cared for. If someone does mis-treat you, I need to be told. I cannot speak as to what the city of Waterdeep will do once we turn you over to them. You will have to answer for your crimes. Giving us the information that we need may help lessen your punishment. You will probably be subjected to some form of magical scrying to determine the veracity of your statements. If the information you give us, helps us in our cause, I will intercede on your behalf, but I can't guarantee those results. I can see in your eyes that you are contemplating if you can overpower me and escape. I can say with confidence that I am more than capable of stopping you and making the process very painful for you. So to the questions:
Who are you and why did you attack the assembled nobles tonight?
Readied action to attack the caster if he begins to cast a spell.
(Yeah I used the same words as before. Sue me.
)Hawkeye
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