Planescape - Dead God Rising

[Dire Lemming]

"Celestials fall, and fiends rise. Who am I to judge you based solely on something as simple as heritage? I don't even know your name, how could I know your story? Still, here you are wigwaging with me. I wonder though, why you wish to bargain for the freedom of your 'friends' surely you heard Oortah's threats." Kyran continues watching the other aasimar intently, there is something that seems to be showing through. Loyalty to friendship?


ARG I'M SO DAMN SLOW! Can we just slip this in in front of Noch? :\

 

[Nalfeshnee]

'He speaks the truth though. I would be better off biting the dustat your hands than... Do what you must but i cannot speak.'

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Noch sees something shiny, is easily distracted, and walks to check it out, leaving Kyran to continue his interrogation.

OOC: There... that should help.

 

[Nalfeshnee]

OOC: what was that all about Dire Lemming? that went right over my head

 

[Dire Lemming]

OOC: Let's see, I'll try to do this like one of those "Never Fear Shakspeare" books, or whatever they're called.

"Celestials can 'fall' into evil, and fiends can 'rise' into good. So why would I judge you base only on your race? I don't even know your name, so how could I know you history (and therefor how he got this way)? Still, you were willing to talk to me(and that must mean something). I wonder though, why you're trying to get your 'friends' free as well, especially after Oortah said he would kill you if you told us what you were doing here. (which of course is what he's offering to tell me to get them free. Circular illogic?)

Sorry if this made you feel like an idiot, but if you had trouble understanding it just imagine how much trouble an idiot would have had.

Oh, and if that wasn't the part you were talking about then damn I just wasted alot of time.

The gray part was just because I had started typing before Deuce posted and his post ruined the effect of mine by letting the aasimar think that their was an easy way out.

 

[A'koss]

[sblock=Nalfeshnee] "Who's your middleman in the Undercage? I want 'is name, description, who he works for and the cutters he keeps closest to him berk."

"An' why d'they want these barmies anyway? Slave labor? For some greybeard's experiments? You try and sell me any screed and I'll carve you down t' one of everything." Tyrjon finishes, pressing the point of his blade ever closer to the hobgoblin's eye.

OOC: I assume Tyrjon knows about the Undercage? If not, that'll be his next question. [/sblock]

 

[Nalfeshnee]

[sblock=Tyrjon]'Vhai'ik, a human. I donlt know whe he works for - we just deal with him but he works for a woman. The Mistress, he call her. That's I know, you can nick me all you want, that's all I know.'[/sblock]

 

[A'koss]

[sblock=Nalfeshnee]Tyrjon nods ever so slightly to the hobgoblin. "You may just live through this yet Oortah."

"Now tell me about this Vhai'ik... what's he look like? An' exactly when 'n where were you supposed to meet this cutter after tonight's festivities..."[/sblock]

 

[Nalfeshnee]

[sblock=Tyrjon]'We were meant to go to him with todays catch, only it got away,' he says with a grimace and what could be a self-pitying grin.

'Don't matter when, he's always home. What he does with them is dark to me. He makes his kip beneath the streets in the Sewers, not far from here, spireward, near the Gray District.'[/sblock]

 

[Nalfeshnee]

The aasimar turns to Kyran. 'Will you let us go, or? Were your words just screed, and you're still going to nick us?' he says, adding, in a lower voice, ''Time to face the music, Rezguul. Time to face the music.'