[LPF] A Soul Indiscretion

The lock falls away from the cage and casting about the group can see a few rusty lanterns hanging from the ceilings which can be lit easily enough by standing on a chair.

Within the cage is a grizzly mess of bodies contorted in pain, only one still draws breath. In the light his now shredded ragged clothing is revealed to be of fine blue embroidered silk, though it is now soaked in blood. One of the corpses might have been a manservant by his dress, the others wear simple garb and could well be Ranocchio residents. It is plain that the man is unconscious and will need healing before being of any use to anyone.
 

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Borric nudges Syl, "Your healing skills are needed here, methinks."

OOC: Better to use Healing Hex that anything else. Free healing. ;)
[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +4
AC: 18 (20 with shield, 16 flat-footed, 12 Touch)
HP: 23 Current: 23
CMB: +5 CMD: 17 Fort: +5 Reflex: +2 Will: +1 (+2 vs. Fear)

Current Weapon in Hand: MWK Guisarme[/sblock]___________________________

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Borric Hawkins
 

"Help me pull him up, so I can get a good look at him, Borric." Syl takes a look at the unconscious man and applies his healing touch to the fellow.
 

The man's eyes flicker open even as he gasps and hisses, "Never!" Hurling himself at Syl in an attempt to bite the witche's nose off! But his lung merely earns him a painful collision with the floor. He blinks up at them through watery eyes and stammers,

"Wait, you are not the Eels..."
Hope springs into his voice pitifully frail, "who are you, come to deliver some fresh torment? I am Georgio Caprelli, of House Caprelli, release me my father can pay, but send him ransom, I am worth more to you alive than dead, and I will personally pay you more for these others lives than you would get otherwise!"
 
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"Georgio, please calm yourself. We are here to help. I was the one here a few minutes ago. I found some friends dealing with the Eels upstairs. You need not worry about them. We can escort you out of the District to somewhere more safe, if you would like?" Zelana offers.
 

The young noble, stares at the group for a long moment, his eyes lingering suspiciously upon Borric, and Fury. He takes a deep steadying breath and says in a quiet dignified voice, "Yes, that would be most appreciated." But tears trace two clean pathways through the blood and grime upon his cheeks lending the lie to his reserve."

Carefully avoiding looking back to the cage he asks, "What of the others my man Giermo? Bertrand, Lyle, and Kerrina? Do they... live? Did they... sign?" At the last word he shudders visibly.
 

The gnome says a arcane word and snaps her fingers and the man's clothing appearance are cleaned up (prestidigitation), "I am sorry, but you are the only one that is alive. There were two names on the contract, I did not catch who they were."

Zelena looks to the others, "We should not linger too long..."
 

Remembering the names on the contract, Syl reveals the details to the human, Bertrand Holrik and Lyle Prask as the contract listed them. "I am sorry, but it appears your friends are beyond help. My meager healing won't do them any good now."
 

The young noble nods, "I was expecting as much. At least good old Giermo, and poor little Kerrina are not damned. Please can we leave this place? I shall have someone come for the bodies, but I must be away from this place..."
 

Fury human rogue

Fury all too aware of the suspicion in the noble's eyes tries to alleviate his concern some. "Yes, we should not linger here." He makes a slight bow to the nobleman. "I am sorry for what you have endured, sir, and as we have the contract it will not be delivered to their evil patron so your men may still avoid damnation. Also we can take the contract to the temple of Cortesia; surely the priests there will know how to destroy it and save those who signed. But for now, we should be away." He examines Caprelli for crippling wounds. "Do you need assistance traveling?"
 

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