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[Pathfinder] Scotley's Kingmaker IC continued.

Rhote's eyes twinkle at Pixie's outburst. Given an opportunity he asks with mirth, "If I was to walk up to the man and give him a choice between shackles and the noose, how long do you think he would dwell on national pride before choosing the latter?"
 

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"He would probably choose the shackles so that other folks with 'national pride' would come and kill us all for the transgression," says Pixie with a cheerful smile and a pointed look at Rhote.
 

"I only suggest shackles for life as the promise living until tomorrow can turn into a chance to turn an adversary into a friend. However, as we have all heard, the prince has spoken. Bug."
 

"There's more at work here than just mercy or the lack of it towards one man," Kyria says quietly. "These lands have been without any kind of order for a long time. We won't get far unless we demonstrate we mean business. People have to take us seriously. Allies need to know we'll stand for justice. Enemies need to understand where they stand."

She looks over at Pixie. "And indenture isn't the same as slavery. It has a term. It isn't life. And it's not used often." Her eyes slide over to Rhote and the others briefly. "What they were suggesting...sending him off to work for the kobolds..." Kyria shakes her head. "That wasn't going to happen."
 

Pixie exhales through her nose and smiles, if a little grimly. "Whatever," she pipes, "He ain't nothin' to me. Kill 'im, imprison 'im. Makes no difference. Just thought that as long as you were here for 'law and order' we'd best be on the same page on the laws of this land. Nothing to do with 'shared hobbies', if you get my drift."

Pixie fidgets with her cutlery for a moment then shoves the last morsel before her into her face. She gets up from the bench and heads towards the small bunkhouse. Over her shoulder she calls back, "I don't know which one of you is giving up yer bed, but a lady on the mend needs her beauty sleep and and that don't mean another night in the hay."
 

" which reminds me, As your doctor I need to check your wouds and dressings. If you will excuse me, My patient is in need"

OOC: game terms: long term are dc 15 to give 2 hp/ level for over night or 4 pts / lvl for a full day of rest.[/ooc

1d20+7=18
 

OOC: The text from Pixie was just in her head. I think the convention is fairly common here that if a player posts something in italics without quotes it is happening in their head. Pixie just snorted and declined to say what she was thinking.

GM: I treat posts in italics as internal thoughts, yes.
 

Oleg has remained quiet up until now, but seeing a resolution of sorts has occurred he finally speaks. Maybe it has something to do with his wife leaving the tables to get more bread. "I'm in favor of hanging. That fellow you brought in, he's been here before with that woman. He's bad as the rest of them. Mean to the core. They swagger about and leave us in fear taking the coins from our pockets and the very wedding ring from my wife's finger. They threatened us with harm and said they'd use my wife for their sport." He spits in disgust. "There are a few decent sorts out there in the Greenway who come to trade. Rough men mind you, not much given to social graces, but fair and honest. They need to see that lawlessness won't be tolerated and that justice will be done if they are mistreated. I'll see word gets out about a hangin' after its done so everyone will know we have law."
 

Willing to belittle the sanctity of your marriage in more ways then one is a sure sign of the need of definitive justice, The prince has spoken wisely.
 

They swagger about and leave us in fear taking the coins from our pockets and the very wedding ring from my wife's finger.

"As we deal with more of these bandits we'll keep an eye out for rings. Maybe your wife's ring is still among them." The Prince glances down at his food and decides he has no more appetite for tonight. He cleans his eating knife and returns it to its sheath. Yawning and stretching he rises from the table. "I plan to get some rest for we have a big day tomorrow." As an after thought he grabs his cup from the table and drains it before heading off to his bed.
 

Into the Woods

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