Planescape - Dead God Rising

[Nalfeshnee]

[sblock=Tyrjon]The wood of the door is warped by damp and age. It is heavy and made of a dark wood, speckled with mould and moss in places. Two heavy metal padlocks keep the thing closed.

Behind the door you can hear the faint running of water - sewage, probably. The thickness of the wood denies you any more information.

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[A'koss]

Tyrjon

Tyrjon closely inspects the locks on the door and hinges for signs of recent use before returning to Rubious' side. Keeping his voice low for the Dustman's ears only, he relates his findings...

"Can't hear anythin' but more sewer water down there. It's probably how they're transportin' these poor sods through th' Hive..."

"I don't know if I'd want t' risk 'nother dust up in the shape we're in. It's up t' you but I think it'd be a good idea if we take everyone out o' here, hide these two cross-tradin' berks in the cart and take 'em with us t' that meetin' you were talkin' about earlier. We should get these poor guys t'safety and come back 'ere when we're at full strength."


[sblock]While Tyrjon can help, Noch is the best at searching, it'd probably be a good idea for him to Take 20 and search the room out (and the captives) properly... See if we can also find that trap door key and any other evidence.[/sblock]

 

[Nalfeshnee]

'Seems as though you have a fetish for carting bound people around with you. We need to get these prisoners out of here too, but i fear it'll only land them in hot water. The Hive is no place for them, yet they have nowhere else to go.

'We must question that cutter for anything he knows,' he says turning to the wounded figure. 'Whatever he knows will serve us well ne way or another, though his condition seems bad. Which reminds me, do any of you need assistance. I could help, if none of you are yet ready for True Death.'

[sblock=Tyrjon]OOC: you cannot really tell if the locks have been used recently, though the rust has been worn away from use on both of them, and their surface is scratched. Anymore than that would be no more than conjecture[/sblock]

 

[A'koss]

Tyrjon

'Seems as though you have a fetish for carting bound people around with you. We need to get these prisoners out of here too, but i fear it'll only land them in hot water. The Hive is no place for them, yet they have nowhere else to go.

Tyrjon runs a hand through his matted hair, struggling for a solution... "What about th' Sanitarium or this cutter you were plannin' on meetin' with? I don't want t' leave these poor sods high 'n dry anymore 'n you."

"They've been through enough..." Tyrjon's voice trails off sympathetically.

'We must question that cutter for anything he knows,'

he says turning to the wounded figure. 'Whatever he knows will serve us well ne way or another, though his condition seems bad.

"I know. An' while I'd enjoy doin' it myself, in difference to yer stomachs I'll defer to rest o' you cutters for that business."

"Him 'n me will settle up later." A slow fury begins creeping back into his eyes at that.

Which reminds me, do any of you need assistance. I could help, if none of you are yet ready for True Death.'

"I'm nicked up a bit, but not bad. You should see to th' others first." Tyrjon then sets to helping the Dustman with the barmies as best he can...

 

[Dire Lemming]

OOC: Well actually I meant the dead armored guy as at the time I wasn't sure if he was dead or just dying.

Kyran calls to Llyra as she tries to interact with the barmies, "Careful Llyra, their kind have a special language that's regardless of any tongue, you could offend without knowing it." He approaches the conscious prisoner. "So then, I don't suppose you’d be willing to lann us what you're doing here just because you've been so easily defeated?"

 

[Nalfeshnee]

'Give me a tincture of healing and i will talk... they are on my belt.' he says, his voice weak, his actions minimal.

 

[A'koss]

Tyrjon

"Careful there Kyran, I'd keep 'im away from 'is magic juice. Ye don't know what's really in there..." Tyrjon warns.

 

[Dire Lemming]

OOC: Oh well, you're misinterpretation of my action ends up being helpful as now I can tell that the guy doesn't really want healing.

Kyran frowns and glances down at the man's waist, "Come now, I don't really look like that much of a berk do I?" he sighs "You've already refused to let us heal you. Now then, what is your name, and what is it you're doing with these people? And please don't try anything or I can't guarantee you're continued survival."

 

[Thanee]

Llyra

While the others question the prisoner, Llyra stays near the prisoners, wondering what Kyran was speaking of, and what could possibly upset them. They surely were glad to be set free.

 

[Nalfeshnee]

Llyrab - the freed prisoners gather around you, groping your clothing and asking in unclear words for food, water... jink. It is clear from their actions that they are 'not entirely there'

Kyran - the prisoner looks up at you.'I refused your healing because it would harm me. Please. There are but two potions, both the same.'