(LHHS) The Light Hearted Hack n' Slash Game (II)

[Creamsteak]

Regis: "I guess that's fine. I doubt you'll get much out of them. Let's hurry though, the Bounty office does close into the evening."

Regis produces a pair of "cuffs" and bindings, and proceeds to tie up the Halflings. He also makes use of a locking-esq Garrote, that works similar to the "choke-chains" you would put on a Junkyard dog.

 

[reapersaurus]

"Regis - these halflings got wanted posters out for them we can see when we get to the Office?
I'd like to see what all they've done.

By the way - where's all the money you said they'd have?"

 

[Creamsteak]

"Regis - these halflings got wanted posters out for them we can see when we get to the Office?
I'd like to see what all they've done.

By the way - where's all the money you said they'd have?"

"I'm not sure, bounties normally involve warrants that are handed out to individuals based on qualifications. And as for the money, you didn't give me a chance to look around, I'm pretty sure it's down here. On the other hand, can I disarm these little bastards? If we turn them in with their gear, it will stay in the hand of the state. Their crime was theft from the treasury of Allimonn, but I'm not sure exactly how much. It has to be at least 1000 gold worth, and I'm sure they stashed it somewhere. I thought we were interogating them for a reason. You have any more problems big guy? I'm sure I've got the answers."

 

[reapersaurus]

"As long as we get paid, I got no problem, if you get my meaning...

And if I'm not being clear enough (I'm not so sure about your language sometimes), we can 'talk' all about it later.

But go ahead and disarm them - you take the lead.
You're the designated police-person on the job - I don't know your customs, so you do tha talking to them, and find us our money, please."

edit: "I don't like 'murdering' people I don't know - I'm trusting you that they deserved what they got, but blood was spilled.
That little halfling met her ancestors' spirit today, and that's serious business to me."

 

[Dalamar]

Krindor tries to coach some more information on the reason why the girl got locked in and some general information on her. She tries to draw as little attention to herself as possible, well, as little attention as a good-looking female breton can.

 

[Creamsteak]

Krindor tries to coach some more information on the reason why the girl got locked in and some general information on her. She tries to draw as little attention to herself as possible, well, as little attention as a good-looking female breton can.

You don't find out anything useful enough. The Inn-keepers remember a female Imperial bard, fitting your general description, and the occational glimpse of the nearly identical little daughter. There's a lack of clear information on the two's relationship. The girl is probably only 13 years old, with the mother looking double that.

 

[Creamsteak]

"As long as we get paid, I got no problem, if you get my meaning...

And if I'm not being clear enough (I'm not so sure about your language sometimes), we can 'talk' all about it later.

But go ahead and disarm them - you take the lead.
You're the designated police-person on the job - I don't know your customs, so you do tha talking to them, and find us our money, please."

edit: "I don't like 'murdering' people I don't know - I'm trusting you that they deserved what they got, but blood was spilled.
That little halfling met her ancestors' spirit today, and that's serious business to me."

"Is that your final answer?"

 

[reapersaurus]

"Is that your final answer?"

Brawn visibly thinks hard.

I don't understand, Regis.

What's the question?

Damned words.... too easy to make them mean 2 things.
Smells much more straight-forward."

Brawn exudes a scent of frustration and confusion (onions, tinged with brimstone)

 

[Dalamar]

You don't find out anything useful enough. The Inn-keepers remember a female Imperial bard, fitting your general description, and the occational glimpse of the nearly identical little daughter. There's a lack of clear information on the two's relationship. The girl is probably only 13 years old, with the mother looking double that.

Krindor decides to talk to the innkeeper.
"Excuse me, m'lady/m'lord (pick whichever is approriate), but would it be possible for me to take a look at the missing girl's room? I assure you, I am not going to steal anything."

 

[Creamsteak]

Brawn visibly thinks hard.

I don't understand, Regis.

What's the question?

Damned words.... too easy to make them mean 2 things.
Smells much more straight-forward."

Brawn exudes a scent of frustration and confusion (onions, tinged with brimstone)

"Are you certain you want me to disarm the halflings?"

The mixing of scents, sewage, brimstone, and onion are definitely not helping anyone.