Shards of the Silve Flame -- IC Thread

Saalin makes a bow to Kahlia; this disturbs his crow, which squawks its irritation. "Then, I can make the journey to Thaloist today." He clasps his hands a moment, lost in thought. "Though I do not expect difficulties on the journey, it may be best if I had some compansionship. I believe Oz, Hariel, and Drue are best suited for assisting in the interogation. Brother Dain, would you mind accompaning me, assuming you have a steed?" He turns a questioning gaze to others. "Assuming none of you have objections?"
 

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"That sounds reasonable. Let us see to the prisoner immediately. The longer we delay the worse the Lords chances are." Drue turns to Oz and Hariel to begin plotting a way to get the prisoner to talk. "I have never questioned a fiend, but I doubt he will succumb easily. If we can find something it fears, we can threaten it with that. Perhaps imprisonment, being turned to stone, or bathing." He says with a wry smile. "Barring that, we could try to trick it into slipping and revealing something if we can outsmart it. By all accounts though, the Rakshasa are clever so this will not be easy. I am loathe to resort to physical torture, even on a fiend, but it may come to that as well."
 

stonegod said:
Saalin makes a bow to Kahlia; this disturbs his crow, which squawks its irritation. "Then, I can make the journey to Thaloist today." He clasps his hands a moment, lost in thought. "Though I do not expect difficulties on the journey, it may be best if I had some compansionship. I believe Oz, Hariel, and Drue are best suited for assisting in the interogation. Brother Dain, would you mind accompaning me, assuming you have a steed?" He turns a questioning gaze to others. "Assuming none of you have objections?"

"Alas, I do not have a steed. I prefer my own two feet, to be perfectly honest. But I do not think that I could keep up with a horse at full gallop... for long. Perhaps Lady Kahlia will not object if I borrow one from the manor stables?"
 


Saalin smiles. "Nothing more, my Lady---a letter of credit and the two steeds shall suffice. We shall leave the text with you; I believe it will be safer here." Saalin nods to the rest of the party. "Brother Dain and I shall take our leave. I will message if anything of consequence occurs." Saalin waits for the servants Kahlia arranges, then exits.
 

Within minutes, Dain and Saalin found themselves with a letter of credit from house ir'Indari for 1000 gold, and a pair of riding horses, magebred for speed. "May the Flame grant you swiftness." Kahlia had said as they rode off.

"If you do not require my assistance," Kahlia said, "I will try and decipher some of this book. The rakshasa can speak the common tongue, even if they prefer to converse in infernal or undercommon among themselves."
 

Hariel stands up from where she had propped herself by the wall.

"I suspect we can handle it. But be sure to keep yourself safe—it wouldn't do to lose you as well as your father", she said.

Nodding to Drue and Oz, she motions towards the door. "Shall we?"
 

Hariel/Drue/Oz

Kahlia takes the volume and retreats to the library where you had been when all of this started, intending to bring of all of her resources to bear in deciphering it, leaving Hariel, Drue, and Oz to question the fiend.

It was held in one of two cells in the manor house, a barred gate standing between you and the rakshasa warrior. Four armed men in house ir'Indari livery stood outside the cell, all with heavy crossbows and flametouched iron bolts. Kahlia was taking no chances with the creature. None at all.

Saalin/Dain

Pressing the magebred animals as hard as you can (well, as hard as Dain can; it's clear the elf is a more accomplished rider), you encounter nothing beyond a handful of farmers in the largely unoccupied region between the village around ir'Indari Manor and Thaliost.

Still, even with the excellent mounts Kahlia provided you -- she did not say so, but they clearly belonged to her and her father -- it takes you most of the day to reach the city, and both you and your animals are more than a little tired when you reach it.
 

Hariel leans back against the door of the opposing cell, trying to look relaxed, with a bit of a sneer on her face. Damn, she thinks, I've always hated this part of the job.

She waits to see what the others will do, so she can support their tactics as best she can.
 

Feeling weariness near, Saalin leads his companion to a comfortable inn that he is familiar with. The place is warm and inviting, but not too ostentatious. "We will find the scrolls we need tomorrow."
 

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