Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter VIII

[Majin]

"It matters not!" the "farmer" spits. "I am already dead," he mutters cryptically. Laurent can easily tell at this point that something is amiss with the man's story. His instincts tell him these are not the girls parents.

Those searching the house find nothing in the small living area but the bedroom area has a small chest by the bed and a large armoire nearby.

 

[hippocrachus]

"What does he know, orator? What do you know, rather..." Calenthang continues in Elven, using a common language between the three inquisitors the two in question probably never learned. The bard earned a grain of respect for his knowledge of the Elven language. Then again, some drow speak Elven...
To better know thy enemy, he thinks to himself, grimacing at the fleeting thought of his murdered mentor. Perhaps the orator knew other languages.

 

[kirinke]

Teleri feels the man's wrist for a pulse, keeping well away from his teeth at the 'I'm already dead speech'. She's not taking anything for granted in this weird town.

 

[Wilphe]

"He's full of ####," replies Laurent, sticking to Elven, "But I guess we'd already worked that out. We could kill him right now, see if he turns back into a doppleganger?" he watches the guy carefully while he says this, eager to see if the target does betray any evidence of understanding Elven.

He switchesback to common, "Well yes, you might already be dead, but it's still to be settled how you actually die. You see Calenthang there is all about carving your internal organs out with a rusty spoon, they are very much an elven delicacy whilst still warm and bloody you know, but if you tell us what you know I can probably persude him to only eat you after you are dead," seeing that the target of this lie is not sure whether to believe it or not he follows up, "Yes, I know he looks civilised, but he's actually one of the jungle dwelling cannibal elves of the southlands, not all of them fled underground to become drow you know."

ooc:
[sblock]Outrageuos bluff check.
Well, it's not so outrageous that Calenthang would remove the guys kidneys, but the cannabalism probably is.[/sblock]

 

[hippocrachus]

"You forget yourself, orator Laurent," Calenthang blandly reminds the bard in Elven. Whatever respect the man earned is lost after comparing wood elves to drow. Calenthang stares daggers at the "doppleganger," prepared to take his anger for the insult out on the murderer.

 

[Velmont]

Sielwoodan continue his inspection of the field surrounding the house and hear Laurent speaking of Calenthang as a monster to the man. Sielwoodan stop for a moment.

I wonder now how they will be bale to form a team... maybe keeping Laurent is not a good idea...

 

[Dhes]

Dunstand drags the small chest over to others, hoping to lift there spirits some if they see that everything at least was not for not. "These people are pretty well set up for simple farmers." resting his a foot on the chest, "So did you guys get anything interesting out of him jet?"

 

[Wilphe]

"Depends if you can find a spoon in there.", Laurent ambles over to Dunstand and drops his voice so the prisoners can't hear, Calenthang and I are trying the Nice-Watchman, Nasty Watchman routine okay?"

 

[kirinke]

ooc:
I thought that Teleri was acting as the reasonable and nice watchman. Both Lauret and Calenthang aren't exactly being nice.

 

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang leaves the unconscious woman to lay on the hard wooden floor. Maybe the chest held some secrets that would better condemn the doppleganger.
It's amazing how quickly the elven fighter adopted such a theory...

[sblock=OOC]Wait, this was all an act...? [/sblock]