Paridon: The Dark Metropolis (Ravenloft)

"In this situation, my experience suggests interviewing or at least visiting with the gnomes in custody," Gis notes. "At least two of those in custody have been here all day without much more than seeing to their needs. People can get restless. As for the clocktower, it isn't going anywhere. It will still be there when you are ready for it."
 

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Torhan nods his head at Darian's words, and heads toward the cells to begin the interrogation of the gnomes in custody.
 


OOC: Just to set the record straight, I'm not going to force you to do anything. That was Gis talking, not the DM. He's still the boss, though.

The Rose Company heads downstairs, toward the cells. Mogson, an enforcer, meets them in the main chamber. "Good evening, gentlemen. We've got all the gnomes down here, and I want to let you know what's happening. Ada and Pigglemorth, we have them in custody rooms. They're unlocked, and kept comfortable. Ada scowled at first when we got her down here. In the morning, she was pretty feisty, and got bored. Slept some, then started folding paper cranes and ballerinas. She seems to have settled down and got real quiet after the bomb went off earlier today, though. Just kind of drapes herself on the couch. Pigglemorth, he's waited patiently and calmly all day, relaxed-like. He likes to fidget with the dials and weights on his mask, though. Rather odd, I think, having a face that keeps click-clacking on all day like that. After the bomb, we posted extra guards to make sure they don't go missing like those other two. Alek and his two, uh, women, were placed in individual holding cells. Not so comfortable, and they lock. Alek's been humming to himself most of the time, and trying to engage passing guards in chit-chat--we don't do none of that down here--but the other two are something else. The one little witch--Kitten, I think--she scratched me as we stuck her in her cell. She tries hanging on the door bars and shenanigans. However, she don't hold no candle to that other one, Marionette. Brrr... She was no problem getting into her cell, and she just... stands there. Cold still. I swear, when we get those little folk out of these cells, we'll be a whole lot better off....

In any case, we also have interrogation rooms ready if you want to speak with any one or group of them. We got the nice friendly interview room, and the not-quite-so-friendly interrogation chamber. There's also the third room, but it's still got the blood on it from earlier today.
 

Ru Brike, barbaric human monk

"You should keep a special eye on the guards on Alek," the monk says with a frown. "His humming isn't always mundane. He seems to have come more or less willingly, but no doubt we still want to avoid any enchanted constables, yes?"

"Darian, since you seem to know Alek's puppet-companion, perhaps we should attempt to speak with her first, outside of Alek's influence?" Ru suggests.
 

jkason said:
"You should keep a special eye on the guards on Alek," the monk says with a frown. "His humming isn't always mundane. He seems to have come more or less willingly, but no doubt we still want to avoid any enchanted constables, yes?"

"Darian, since you seem to know Alek's puppet-companion, perhaps we should attempt to speak with her first, outside of Alek's influence?" Ru suggests.

Darian nods, looking a bit flustered at the whole situation. "Yes, I suppose so," he says, and heads that direction.
 

Darian leads the way to Marionette's cell. The enforcer standing guard opens the cell door at Mogson's insistence. Marionette does indeed stand there unmoving. Except--she remains still and silent, her mask still locked in place. And yet Darian notices that her eyes soften, ever so slightly, as he comes into view.

[sblock=Darian]
There you are, Darian. She welcomes you. Take what you will.[/sblock]
 

InVinoVeritas said:
Darian leads the way to Marionette's cell. The enforcer standing guard opens the cell door at Mogson's insistence. Marionette does indeed stand there unmoving. Except--she remains still and silent, her mask still locked in place. And yet Darian notices that her eyes soften, ever so slightly, as he comes into view.

[sblock=Darian]
There you are, Darian. She welcomes you. Take what you will.[/sblock]

[sblock=ooc]Oh, great. No pressure, eh? ;)[/sblock]

Darian takes a seat near the gnomish woman, taking his trademark top hat off as he sits. He looks at her, somewhat pleading. "I think that you remember me, as I remember you. Is it Marionette that they call you now? I remember differently--seems a lot has changed. Please, can't you tell me your story?"
 

Marionette, apparently moving for the first time, turns to Darian. She listens to him, and responds with a shrug, her new hands dangling in the air. She then kicks her leg back and reaches back with her arms. Her chains wrap around her free leg as she hoists it into the air with a muffled gasp. The position is all to familiar to Darian.

"Cor..." Mogson quietly exclaims.
 

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