renau1g's Red Hand of Doom - Beta

[Voadam]

Sir Conrad brings the prisoner in bodily and lashes him to the bars of his cell. He then generates first one mindblade then focuses and splits it into two smaller ones. He reduces the size so that the blades are smaller.

"Soldier, I don't want you to speak. I want you to resist and refuse to tell us of the Red Hand and your band's doings. I expect you to be a being of honor and hold out despite the ongoing excruciating pain I inflict upon you. Have no fear, I will not back down or flinch from my duty, eliciting howl after howl from you hour after hour. This will push you to the limits, particularly since death is not an avenue of escape for you. I expect you to stay strong of will and we will be at this a long, long time. We will start with pain and move on to permanent maiming in due course. As a courtesy I will not even ask any questions at the beginning whose answers could bring the process to an end. I salute you in advance. Let us begin."

Sir Conrad uses his mindblades to inflict painful but nonlethal damage.

If the hobgoblin holds out Sir Conrad will smile and continue with his work, commending the prisoner and inflicting more and more excruciating pain.

 

[renau1g]

Sir Conrad brings the prisoner in bodily and lashes him to the bars of his cell. He then generates first one mindblade then focuses and splits it into two smaller ones. He reduces the size so that the blades are smaller.

"Soldier, I don't want you to speak. I want you to resist and refuse to tell us of the Red Hand and your band's doings. I expect you to be a being of honor and hold out despite the ongoing excruciating pain I inflict upon you. Have no fear, I will not back down or flinch from my duty, eliciting howl after howl from you hour after hour. This will push you to the limits, particularly since death is not an avenue of escape for you. I expect you to stay strong of will and we will be at this a long, long time. We will start with pain and move on to permanent maiming in due course. As a courtesy I will not even ask any questions at the beginning whose answers could bring the process to an end. I salute you in advance. Let us begin."

Sir Conrad uses his mindblades to inflict painful but nonlethal damage.

If the hobgoblin holds out Sir Conrad will smile and continue with his work, commending the prisoner and inflicting more and more excruciating pain.

The prisoner cries out in pain as the mindblades and Sir Conrad do their business. Soranna looks somewhat uncomforatable with this tactic, but remains silent as she chews on her lower lip. After a few minutes of these actions, Sir Conrad takes a break for a moment and looks expectantly at the hobgoblin.

The prisoner starts laughing as froth starts to accumulate at the corners of his mouth, his eyes wild and as he speaks, spittle flies from his lips; "Stupid human, you think you've won this day? The day of ruin is coming for this human river-town, the Red Hand will destroy you all!"

As the activities continue, the hobgoblin continues to thrash as the tiefling performs his activities, Scavenger steps forward and offers his assistance. By pulling back his cowl and revealing his visage, utilizing an ability to drive fear into the enemies hearts. As he does this the deathforged reaches out and runs his hand along the side of the prisoners face, which he uses to drain the smallest of life force from the hobgoblin. Whispering to him "I suggest you tell us what you know, otherwise I might have use of you for all eternity. You see, the way I'll finish the job, your soul will never rest, it will always know torment, you see, that's my specialty" with his cold unfeeling voice, sending shivers through the rest of you.

After this combined efforts the prisoner finally breaks, sitting in a pool of warm liquid running down his leg. His voice erratic, and thoughts appear to be scattered as he tells you "the warband is located in an old human fort in the forest....we serve the Wyrmlord Koth, a mighty sorceror....there are more bands out scouring the land" before passing out from the pain, his eyes rolling back in his head.

 

[stonegod]

OOC: Anything from detect thoughts?

 

[renau1g]

While the others are working on the prisoner with the interrogation techniques, Sohen's less direct methods turn up some additional information. One thought floats across the mind of the hobgoblin in between the flashes of pain and anger. "Karilan", these thoughts are accompanied by an image of a bull-headed creature, which you know is a minotaur, a creature of great strength and possesses the ability to charge using its horns, which can skewer a wild boar. They also possess a thick hide, great fortitude, and a natural cunning, despite their low intelligence.

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Additionally, you recall the tales of a keep located in the Witchwood of the Elsir Vale. For centuries the soldiers stationed at Vraath Keep were the primary defenders of the region. During the reign of Amery Vraath he laid claim to the whole of the Witchwood and sought to rid his realm of any evil influence. His chief targets were a tribe of forest giants that dwelt deep within the woods. The were known as the Twistusks and kept mostly to themselves but raided merchants on the Dawn's Way on occasion.

Amery gathered together an impressive group of mercenaries and adventurers with great promises of wealth and glory and led them against the Twistusks. The battle was furious, but in the end the humans won the day and forced the giants to flee into the mountains. The soldiers burnt the giants villiage and returned to the keep, victorious.

Yet, their victory was short-lived, as less than a week later the surviving giants returned and launched a surprise assault on the keep during a tremendous thunderstorm. The giants bombarded the keep with boulders and poisened javelins, which were less affected by the heavy winds. When the sun rose, and allies came to the keep to aid the defenders, they only found a few corpses of the giants, but none of the inhabitants of the keep were found. Rumours abound that Amery cowered in his vault after he was hit by one of the javelins, slowly perishing due to the poison. He is said to still haunt the ruins.
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[sblock=OOC]
Know (local) (1d20+5=21)
Know(local) - Minotaur (1d20+5=25)
...The dice gods are favouring stonegod today , too bad minotaurs don't really have any special abilities to learn
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[Walking Dad]

ooc: I'm back. Thanks for the great performance NPCing Scavenger

 

[Voadam]

"I was hoping to keep him conscious, oh well we did learn a few tidbits to start." Sir Conrad turns to the captain.

"Do you know of this old fortress in the forest? If we check it out we will know the relative strength of one band."

 

[Walking Dad]

"You, sir, seem to be used to this kind of work, too. The only thing better than good guard - bad guard is bad guard - worse guard." Scavenger whispers in a raspy voice and Sir Conrad.

 

[renau1g]

"Do you know of this old fortress in the forest? If we check it out we will know the relative strength of one band."

Captain Sorrana looks at the Sir Conrad and nods, "Perhaps it is Vraath Keep? It's an old ruined castle about 15 miles or so west of the Dawn Way, in the Witchwood. It's been abandoned for years, hmmm.... it's certainly possible that the hobgoblins seized it for their stronghold. It's supposedly haunted, but they might not care."

 

[stonegod]

Sascha coughs softly to get everyone's attention. M'lords, I know a bit about the Keep, I do. Lord Amery did found it, fighting the Twistusk giants if truth be told. But he was brought low when said big folk surprised them, killing them to a man. Tales say the lord himself cowered in his keep, but I cannot speak to the truth of such tails. The man smiles with wide hands as if leaving the truth of his words up to the hearer. As for the prisoner, well guvner, I believe he was hiding something. A minotaur, named Karilan, likely their leader. Whether at the keep or no, I cannot say.

 

[Voadam]

"You, sir, seem to be used to this kind of work, too. The only thing better than good guard - bad guard is bad guard - worse guard." Scavenger whispers in a raspy voice and Sir Conrad.

Conrad gives Scavenger a quick salute with the mindblade before letting them dissipate. "This is not work, by my oath it is my duty. A holy calling in the crusade against the many evils of the world." with his back to the Captain he gives the warforged a grin and a wink before composing himself so as not to let too much exuberance show. The experience has energized him however.