Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

[Voadam]

Sir Merrick's hand tightens on the man's neck. "I have little patience for prevarication. As I said, I have interest in your business of dealing in wenches. We will start with those you sold the girl to and what you know of them."

If the bard is looking for mercy that is not the adjective Sir Merrick's hard countenance evinces. Implacable is a better word.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon continues glaring hard at the bard while he tightens his grip on the man's collar. "You will start with the last, and go back. You will state everything you know about your victim, including her appearance, and then you will tell us what you did to her. Each of them, one at a time, and you will not omit anything if you know what is good for you."

 

[Dog Moon]

Deren laughs quietly as he stops at the entrance of the stables. "Shoon got bit," he chuckles humorously to himself. "Maybe he's just a little hungry." He stays near the stable entrance, watching to make sure the Bard doesn't have any friends who might have seen their display and who may be curious of he doesn't show quickly.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat

Put a rug in his mouth and cuff his hands with a spare rope. We'll place him in this dirty old sack and get out to the skirts of town
He points to a big sack that is holding rotting hay for the horses.
Let's get moving. People will start asking questions if he'll not show up to perform

 

[Rhun]

"There have only been two, I swear it," says the bard. "The first was an elf...he was a bard. He was my, um, competition! I gave him to a dark-skinned dwarf by the name of Jargo! He gave me thirty silver spires for him." The bard appears to be on the verge of complete breakdown as he hears the mighty Zirat speak of putting a bag on his head and dragging him to the edge of town. "The other was your girl!" he cries, nodding to Shoon. "The brunette. Ane...Ana...I, I don't remember he name. It started with an A, I think. I gave her over to a different man that I met over at the Boatman's Tavern. He was a ship's captain...his name was...um...it was somethin' 'ville. Loinsville? No that's not it. But it were somethin' like that. He gave me ten gold wheatsheafs for her!"

 

[Dire Lemming]

Ignoring the others in his single minded concentration on the one thing that has brought him all this way, Shoon keeps his grip on the man's shirt. He can ask about the others once Anemone is safe. "Where the captain now? Tell me everything you know about him."

 

[Rhun]

The bard gives Shoon an incredulous look and shrugs his shoulders as best he can. "How the hell should I know where he is? I only met him the once, and it was several weeks ago. All I know about him is that he was willing to pay a pretty sum for comely young lasses."

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon continues to glare at him for a moment before finally loosening his grip. "We should keep him in custody until we figure this out, but I need to try to find some more information on this captain." He glances back at the bard. "You had best be sure of the name. Say it again."

OOC: And it'd be great if we all rolled sense motive checks against him...

Mine is 5.

 

[Rhun]

"I...I...I'm sorry, but I...I don't remember," stutters the bard, shaking his head. "I just remember that he had a "ville" in his name...and he was the captain of a ship. The Bloody...somethin' or the other." Daryan frowns and shakes his head again. "No, that doesn't sound right. Maybe its the...the...the Bloodfart? Something like that."


Shoon can't detect any deception from the man.

 

[Dog Moon]

Deren frowns as he hears the Bard's words. "The Bloodfart?" he asks incredulously? "I hope to all the Gods that this ship isn't called the Bloodfart. That has to be one of the WORST names for a ship I've ever heard. Shoon, ask him how he gets in contact with these people. He must know someone who knows these slavers to get in contact with them, since he doesn't seem to know them himself."