Planescape - Dead God Rising

[A'koss]

Tryjon takes a moment to get the pertinent details to (and of) the middleman's hideout before gesturing to Noch to come and watch over the hobgoblin while he has a chat with their employer.

The swordsage calmly wipes down his blade and sheathes it as he walks over to the Dustman. Keeping his voice low to avoid being overheard by the prisoners, he begins to relate what he's learned to Rubious...

"It seems these berks are part o' the gang of bashers responsible for the barmy kidnappings. They deliver 'em to some human cutter by the name of Vhai'ik who makes his kip beneath the streets in the Sewers, spireward from here, near the Gray District. It's not far from here. According t' Oortah there Vhai'ik's just a middleman, workin' for a higher up called 'The Mistress'. Name's mean anythin' to you?"

"Way I see it, we got three choices wit' these berks. One, we strip 'em down to their skivies, take anything of value, destroy the rest and send 'em packin'. Let the Hive take care o' the Hivers. Two, we turn 'em over to the Dustmen and you bloods can do whatever ya want with 'em. Or three... we use 'em. With the proper... motivation, they could be useful in gettin' us into places we might otherwise have to bash our way through."

 

[Dire Lemming]

"Look, playing the rube won't help anything. I'll do what I can, but in the end it's up to you."

OOC: So wouldn't pretty much everyone in the area be able to hear the hobgoblin screaming?

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Noch

When Noch hears the part about facing the music he does a little jig, dancing into the shadows and putting himself on watch for anyone that may becoming.

 

[Nalfeshnee]

Kyran: you would have heard something, yes. But this is the Hie, you've been hearing muffled screams and barmy ragings all along. It's part of the places charm

Rubious turns to Tyrjon, listening to his words intently. His face furrows as the story unfoldsr, and once the tuladhra finishes he replies quickly. 'Would turning them to the City Watch not be a better idea?'

He pauses for a while, pondering the situation. 'However, they would be of better use to use to us in our hands, at least for now - if your lann is true and they are involved with this cross-trading, then we must follow the lead. But i am already riding on something. I would suggest using them to lead us to this middleman before turning them over and continuing with my original purpose, perhaps the two are indeed linked. Though, I pray your methods of persuasion are not too... persuasive?' he says, raising a thin eyebrow.

 

[Raylis]

Jema

OOC: Knowledge (local) 14 have I heard of Vhai'ik? I know Sigil is a big place...

 

[Nalfeshnee]

Jema: no, at least not that you can remember right now. Sorry...

 

[Dire Lemming]

Kyran paces for a while, waiting for Rezguul to respond but it seems he has nothing to say to that. An idea suddenly strikes him and he looks over at the other Aasimar. "You keep saying that you can't talk, is that really true, or are you just refusing to? I've told you before that I want to help you, you're clearly in a bad place, and it's going to keep getting worse until you get penned into the dead books if you just keep going. Don't keep following this path." Kyran figures by now Tyrjon has gotten anything he's going to from Oortah, so it's only a matter of time before he loses patience. He only hopes he's gotten everything he wants, and that he hasn't gone too far.

OOC: BTW what kind of clothes are these guys wearing, I assume the grimlock has almost nothing on but what about the others? Are there and distinct similarities between their clothes? Patches, or badges or something.

 

[Nalfeshnee]

The aasimar exhales slowly, what little will was in him now quenched. 'She said she'd kill us, if we rattled our bone-boxes. After torturing us, that is. And I've seen what she can do... I don't want that to happen to me,' he says, shaking his head.

'I could tell youm but I'd have to go out-of-town, not taht that would help me. She found Ten...' he hesitates before continuing. 'She's found things, dark things that should not have been found. By the Hells, she will find me if I flee. I cannot tell you. Now let me go!' and with that the aasimar tries to flee pushing his way past his captors like a child in a playground.


OOC: their clothing is pretty simple, no more than rags and tattered robes. though whether that is their usual attire or just a 'disguise' to fit in with the locals, is beyond your curren lann. You really do not need to ask something like that, if there was anyting 'suspicious' about their aparel, i would mention it I'm not that evil

 

[Dire Lemming]

Kyran, still quite weak from the battle and not all that strong to begin with is easily pushed aside and he grunts in pain as he colides with a neaby wall. He runs to edge of the building and calls out "Wait! Don't be a berk, running won't help! You said it yourself!"

If he doesn't stop Kyran yells to the others "Pike it! He's trying to run!" and points after him before leaping off the building after him.

OOC: So I just want to leap as far as possible and then feather-fall to the ground. Don't think that kind of thing is actually in the rules but I got a 19 on my jump check.

 

[A'koss]

In hushed tones Tyrjon carries on his conversation with Rubious, folding his arms in contemplation...

'Would turning them to the City Watch not be a better idea?'

"Out here...? I didn't think those leatherheaded Sons o' Mercy came within a goristro's throw o' the Hive."

I would suggest using them to lead us to this middleman before turning them over and continuing with my original purpose, perhaps the two are indeed linked. Though, I pray your methods of persuasion are not too... persuasive?' he says, raising a thin eyebrow.

Tyrjon smiles... "Well... they might need a little scrubbin' to convince 'em," His eyes lighting up a little at that, "...but I don't think any o' them want to bite the iron over this."

Stroking his goatee thoughtfully, Tyrjon begins looking about the darkened streets as a plan begins to form. "You want to deal wit' the middleman first Rubious, or just get the chant on his kip? Hmm... what we need is dustman's meat-cart an' some rags..."

"Pike it! He's trying to run!"

Tyrjon's eyes flash across the street towards the fleeing aasimar and curses out something unintelligible...

[sblock=Nalfeshnee]Can we get a quick battlemap showing everyone's location? It'll be useful in trying to cut him off or getting the spellcasters in position to perhaps cast a spell to slow him down or something...

Most importantly Tyrjon will want to make sure we keep the rest of our prisoners under adequete guard and more don't try and escape in the confusion...

Is the grimlock still out btw?[/sblock]