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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kid Charlemagne" data-source="post: 1726" data-attributes="member: 93">The Interdimensional Castle, January 12th, AE 420The Drow prisoner looks stoically back at the arrayed party.  He does not seem intimidated or afraid.“Do you speak common?” Jovah asks.  The prisoner does not reply.“He speaks undercommon, I’d wager,” Aris says, and switches to that language.“What’s your name, and who are your commanding officers?”The prisoner raises an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, but does not answer.  Aris cracks a slight smile, and continues.“Why did you attack Kazathun?”  The Drow looks away.  Aris’ smile vanishes.  The party had tried to use a charm spell on him, but it was a long shot, and apparently failed.  “Are you working with the Caradinians?  Do you have anything to do with the disappearing Rangers in the Sylvan Fields area?  Do you know anything about a small, jade, Egg?”The prisoner’s eyes open a little wider at that last question.  He looks at Aris, and then at the rest of the group.“What do you know about an egg?” he asks in undercommon.Aris is surprised to have gotten an answer from him, especially since he was just fishing for anything to get a reaction.“Just that the Drow are interested in it,” he says.  “But you’re the one being interrogated.  What do you know about it?”The prisoner bites his lip for a moment; the wheels are clearly spinning behind his white, salamander eyes.  Finally he answers.“I know that it is magical.  And I know that the Loraxites want it.  I do not know why.”“Loraxites?” Aris leans forward.  “What’s a Loraxite?”The Drow grins.  “The surface elves are well-known for rewriting history.  Perhaps you should not take the stories of your elders for granted on matters of your own past.  The Loraxites are followers of Loraxus, of course.”Aris looks back stoically.  In fact, he had generally skipped history class at the University of Cape Varna.“Never mind that.  Who are they, and why do they want the Egg?”“The Loraxites are…  shall we say, dissenters.   A rival faction in the underdark.  They do not accept the primacy of Lolth.  As I said, I do not know why they want the Egg.  My superiors have merely indicated to me that their interest in this thing could help us locate them.  They have told me nothing more, if they even know more themselves.”“Why are you looking for the Loraxites?” Aris asks.“We seek their destruction.  They are heretics, rebels, traitors to the Drow cause.”Jovah leans over to catch Aris ear.“So, are Drow that are the enemies of evil Drow good?”Aris shakes his head, “I wouldn’t count on it.  I also wouldn’t count on him not understanding common just because he says he can’t.”“Um, right.  Carry on.”Aris continues the conversation.  “So why did you attack Kazathun?”“The Loraxites had a base in a Duergar city near here called Druga.  We needed to wipe them out, and establsih a base near the surface.  The Loraxites have been making inroads near the surface.  We need to be able to counteract them more easily.  We had not intended to re-establsih ourselves so soon.”Aris fishes a little further.  He describes the Drow girl from his waking vision on the Belluin docks. ”Does that girl sound familiar to you?”The Drow’s eyes widen perceptibly.  “You have seen Illyana?  Well done, none of us has seen her in ages.  Where did you see here?”“I’m the one asking questions.  Who is she?”“The leader of the Loraxites.”Batista taps Aris on the shoulder, and the party retires to the far end of the room, leaving Gavin and Reana to watch the prisoner.“Aris,” Batista says.  “Why is this guy telling us all this?”“I think he’s trying to figure out what we know about the Loraxites,” Aris offers.  “He’s interrogating us as much as we are him.  He might also think that if he gives us some info on his enemies, we might take care of his problem for him.”“What are we going to do with him?” Sir Brennen asks.Jovah replies, “I think we should deliver him to the Duke of Belluin.  The dwarves we dropped off down there can give testimony as to what the Drow have done here, and he can get a trial.  I’m sure it won’t be a very pleasant outcome for him, but it’ll get him out of our hair.”Everyone agrees on that course of action, and Aris returns to his interrogation.“How do we know that this information is true?  How are you in a position to know these things?”“I am a liason,” the prisoner replies.  “I receive information from Thetra, and pass it up the chain of command.”“Who’s Thetra?”The Drow grins and points at Batista.“He knows Thetra.  Quite well, if memory serves.  Thetra certainly remembers him…  he still bears a scar from their last meeting, long ago.”Batista’s eyes go wide, and his face flushes with anger.  Gavin holds him back before he can rush the Dark Elf.Batista’s mother was killed by a Drow about ten years ago in game time – Batista was kidnapped and almost killed before being saved by Vershanion who put an arrow through the Drow’s hand in the fight that ensued.  The full story is <a href="http://66.34.55.203/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic&f=10&t=000379" target="_blank">here</a>.Aris is also quite angry; he feels fairly protective (and a little conflicted) towards Batista.“Watch yourself!” he hisses at the Drow, and gets up to confer with his compatriots.“Do we need any more from him?” he asks.  The group thinks for a while, then decides that they have gotten all the useful information hey will get from their prisoner.“Let’s deliver him to Belluin then.  We’ll go back to Kazathun using Jalea’s ring,” Aris says.  “I wouldn’t want to go back to that bar full of Drow.”  Not without a Fireball memorized, he thinks to himself.</blockquote>

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