Ptolus: The Legend of Longcoat
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Whizbang Dustyboots
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As Vanden pulls the gag out of the other prisoner's mouth, the man begins to sob, his whole body shaking and convulsing as he cries.
"Amara ... Amara ... "
He's as helpless as a ragdoll as Vanden unties him, and the monk notes that only the most basic of attempts was made to tie and bind him. Finally, when Vanden pulls the blindfold off the prisoner, he gasps: The man's eyes are smooth and blank, with no pupils or irises.
"Amara ... Amara ... "
He's as helpless as a ragdoll as Vanden unties him, and the monk notes that only the most basic of attempts was made to tie and bind him. Finally, when Vanden pulls the blindfold off the prisoner, he gasps: The man's eyes are smooth and blank, with no pupils or irises.
Cthulhudrew
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Stifling his initial surprise, Vanden reaches out a steadying hand to the shaking man. "It's all right, goodman- you're safe now."
Vanden helps the man to a sitting position, waving a hand in front of his eyes as he does so- Is this man blind? he wonders, And did whatever captured him do this to him?
"Tell me of this Amara, he asks, soothingly, "Is she your wife?"
[sblock=ooc]Diplomacy check as Vanden attempts to calm the man down and get him to talk.[/sblock]
Vanden helps the man to a sitting position, waving a hand in front of his eyes as he does so- Is this man blind? he wonders, And did whatever captured him do this to him?
"Tell me of this Amara, he asks, soothingly, "Is she your wife?"
[sblock=ooc]Diplomacy check as Vanden attempts to calm the man down and get him to talk.[/sblock]
Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
"She's dead, she's dead, oh my sweet Lothian ..."
He flails one hand in the general direction of the murdered and mutilated corpse. A glance over his shoulder shows Vanden enough to see that it was perhaps once a woman.
"I couldn't catch ... oh, gods, it's my fault ..."
He flails one hand in the general direction of the murdered and mutilated corpse. A glance over his shoulder shows Vanden enough to see that it was perhaps once a woman.
"I couldn't catch ... oh, gods, it's my fault ..."
Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
Jossen stands, following the gusts of wind to an open trapdoor in the roof of the inn. It's flopped open against the tile roof. The latch only locks from the inside. Looking out over Ptolus from opening in the roof, Jossen does not see any sign of who or what killed the woman and left the two men tied up and helpless.
Cthulhudrew
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Whizbang Dustyboots said:
Vanden feels the pangs of sympathy at the man's self-recriminations. "You can still set things right, by seeing that her murderer is brought to justice," he promises. "Who did this to her... to you? Could they still be here?"
Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
Jossen pulls his head back in, looking down at the mutilated corpse below the trapdoor. As opposed to the previous killing, this murder was crude, done with violent hacking strokes, her head and one arm each seemingly almost removed from the body with a single powerful stroke.
Over by Vanden, the blind man seems cried out for the moment. He runs his tongue across his dried and chapped lips.
"I know I was never worthy of her," he whispers, his voice hoarse from trying to scream through his gag for so long, "I don't know what Amara saw when she looked at me, but ... anyway, it was payday for the navy sailors, and I was down at the piers, trying to lighten their purses a little bit, at least those who think they're smart enough to win a crooked game. Amara ..."
He pauses, as though to begin crying once more, but he gives a shuddering sigh and continues.
"Amara works at the Sailor's Rest. She was coming to take me home for the night, since she knows I lose track of time when it's a payday. I was busy taking dragons off a clever boy, but I saw her waiting on me in an alley. And then, this man with this big axe thing, he just snatched her up like a ragdoll, a hand around her mouth, and he pulled her back into the alley.
"The sailor finally cottons to what's happening, and he decides to take the money out of my arse. By the time I got away from him, my sweet Amara and that man, they were getting up onto the roof. I followed them from the ground, running as fast as I could. The door to this place was all nailed up, but I know a bit about climbing and I went up the cliff and followed them in through the trapdoor. I ..."
He gags and gives a dry heave, but his stomach is empty. He smacks his lips, his breath stinking of bile.
"He just cut her apart with that thing ... it's the thing the farmers in South Market have at their stall, to show they're farmers or some such nonsense. He just hacked ... oh, gods. Her head just ... oh, gods! I begged Blurrah to take that sight from my eyes, and she answered me," he says, referring to the Goddess of Comfort in Sadness.
"Everything was dark and I heard the man coming for me. But it doesn't matter now. Just leave me here with Amara. I don't have nothing worth living for no more ..."
His body shudders and convulses with dry tears and he sobs quietly.
Over by Vanden, the blind man seems cried out for the moment. He runs his tongue across his dried and chapped lips.
"I know I was never worthy of her," he whispers, his voice hoarse from trying to scream through his gag for so long, "I don't know what Amara saw when she looked at me, but ... anyway, it was payday for the navy sailors, and I was down at the piers, trying to lighten their purses a little bit, at least those who think they're smart enough to win a crooked game. Amara ..."
He pauses, as though to begin crying once more, but he gives a shuddering sigh and continues.
"Amara works at the Sailor's Rest. She was coming to take me home for the night, since she knows I lose track of time when it's a payday. I was busy taking dragons off a clever boy, but I saw her waiting on me in an alley. And then, this man with this big axe thing, he just snatched her up like a ragdoll, a hand around her mouth, and he pulled her back into the alley.
"The sailor finally cottons to what's happening, and he decides to take the money out of my arse. By the time I got away from him, my sweet Amara and that man, they were getting up onto the roof. I followed them from the ground, running as fast as I could. The door to this place was all nailed up, but I know a bit about climbing and I went up the cliff and followed them in through the trapdoor. I ..."
He gags and gives a dry heave, but his stomach is empty. He smacks his lips, his breath stinking of bile.
"He just cut her apart with that thing ... it's the thing the farmers in South Market have at their stall, to show they're farmers or some such nonsense. He just hacked ... oh, gods. Her head just ... oh, gods! I begged Blurrah to take that sight from my eyes, and she answered me," he says, referring to the Goddess of Comfort in Sadness.
"Everything was dark and I heard the man coming for me. But it doesn't matter now. Just leave me here with Amara. I don't have nothing worth living for no more ..."
His body shudders and convulses with dry tears and he sobs quietly.
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