D&D 5E (IC) Vault of the Dracolich (Dispensables)

[Prickly Pear]

Sesto looks at him with mild eyes, trying to make Rowloe feel more comfortable.
"That's a good question. I thought Corrah here", Sesto says and points at the halfling, "would take you back to camp and then back to civilisation... hmmm, maybe even to Baldur's Gate, and hand you over to the authorities."
Sesto smiles and continues. "What do you think we should do with you?”

 

[FitzTheRuke]

"You got a camp around here?" he looks around the horizon for smoke, "Authorities for what? You're the ones who robbed our wagon. There's no law against being a sellsword."

GM: Anyoe else want to get involved here?

 

[Prickly Pear]

Sesto looks at Rowloe and says sharply: "I think it is time for Bob to ask the questions now!"

OOC: With a charisma of 8 and intelligence of 10, Sesto is not doing very well. Time to shut up!

 

[gargoyleking]

Once unneeded, Bob sat down with his new axe and a flat rock, slowly drawing the stone across the blade to sharpen it. Occasionally he stops to check the sharpness against his thumb. The only reaponse to his name being spoken in this instance was the continnued, rhythmic, scraping noise. After a few moments, he speaks again. "Take your walk priest."

Squirrels are evil!

 

[Prickly Pear]

Sesto takes one last look at Rowloe, shakes his head and, without a word, starts walking down the road.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

GM: Before Bob wastes him, let's give [MENTION=40234]Celestial[/MENTION] a chance to post for Devan

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[Chronicler]

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[td][sblock="Status Box"]Devan the Dawnbringer
NG (L) Human Sorcerer 1/Warlock 3

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Size: M | Speed: 30 ft. | Senses: Passive Perception 13

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Initiative: +2 | Armor Class: 19 | Hit Dice: 1d6+3d8+8+1 | Hit Points: 30

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Spell Slots: 1st-lvl: 1/2, [W] 2nd-lvl: 2 | Concentration: None

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Affected by: None | Conditions: None[/sblock] Too preoccupied with strutting around in his new armor and flexing, Devan slowly came to realize that the mercenary leader's interrogation was well under way. Oops, he thought. Finally taking an interest, he watched the proceedings with some amusement as Sesto and Bobranthus played good guard, bad guard. However, he was careful to keep his facial expressions neutral during their session so as not to give away their ploy.

Deciding to lend a hand, he walked over, stopped a few feet from the bound captive, and asked, "Do you accept Lathander as your Morninglord and savior? If so, I will glady hear your last confession and absolve you of your sins. But if not, I'm afraid your immortal soul shall be claimed by whatever blasphemous fiend you have been serving. And an eternity of hellfire is quite torturous and, of course, neverending."

While it was true that Devan was an Inquisitor of his church, he was never actually ordained as a priest. However, the chances of Rowloe knowing that were slim to none; the man barely looked like he could even differentiate between the two positions. "Make your choice. Or... just simply answer the questions that my barbarian friend here wants to ask you," he smiled benignly.[/td]
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[FitzTheRuke]

"Fine, fine. What was it you wanted again? Layout of the Temple. Well... there's a big hall from the main gate, and a ramp down. We'd take the wagon in that way. No way to get it up the Watchtower. Has some kind of skull design in the floor, y'know, in those little coloured rocks. To the right is the Kitchen, and left is the store-room. Forward is some kind of church or something. Off the kitchen is our area, the barracks, and a passage that leads to the Watchtower. That's all the places I've been. There are other doors, like one in the back of the barracks and one in the back of the store-room, but those belong to the clients, so I don't go there."

"Your clients are the Dragon Cult, you maniac!" interrupts Corrah, "How could you work for them?"

"Are they?" shrugs Rowloe, "I didn't ask. A client is a client. They could be Wizards or Priests, like you guys. They kind of seem like they are. If they work with a Dragon, I've never seen one. What else you wanna know?"

 

[gargoyleking]

OOC: insight roll just to see what bob thinks of this info. Insight Check: 1D20+1 = [5]+1 = 6

Bobranthus winces momentarily as he cuts his thumb on the edge of the blade then smiles at the. Captain. "See? Not so hard. You always bring same men with you? Know them by name and face?"

Squirrels are evil!

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Certain now that he is done for as a Beast Boy, his only hope to start fresh somewhere new, he spills. "Me and Harge" he nods toward the dead half-orc, "We were sent to gather some more boys, get some supplies, and pick up Bardaby's Armour he had made. We left a tenday ago, so I dunno where things lie now. The clients are a bunch of nutters, sure, but when aren't they when they got the magics?"

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