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Six From Gate Pass - Chapter 3: Shelter From The Storm

"Come now Kirio, you are going to rob this woman? We did save her from the Witches, but she doesn't owe us all her worldly possessions."

Lars looks genuinely surprised. "Why the hell not? It would at least teach her a lesson of humility and gratefulness. She will thank us, eventually."
 

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"By the gods, I didn't go on this journey to be a highwayman!"

To the liberated woman, Bannock says "Lady, better not give Kirio too hard a time over these things. I've seen him kill men for less. D'y'have a name, o' fiery one?"

Something about the woman's demeanor strikes Bannock as odd.
 

Kirio's warm smile remains but his eyes grow cold, his hand rest casually on the hilt his dagger "I don't know this person, and have no cause to believe what she says, one way or another, and neither do any of you. I have asked her for her name and some proof of her statements as I question the validity of her claims, I would hardly call this robbery...." To the woman "you see, we are all talking here, and expressing our opinions, nice and horizontal as far as groups go, no need of leaders. So, are you going to continue to play the role of the petty little child seductress, or are you going to act as an adult and explain yourself and your claims? Your charms and tantrums are nothing to me..." In a verry soft an frightening tone "I'm getting a little angry, but that can pass quickly if you cooperate"

OOC: if the DM allows, I will delay the intimidate roll until she has a chance to answer without it.
 
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[sblock="for Bannock"]Your gut tells you nothing about this social situation [/sblock]

Katrina lets out a long sigh as if trying to calm herself. She gathers her composure and says: "Kirio was it? Look, while I can appreciate you and your party's need to be rewarded for blood spilled against these horrible witches, you must understand my perspective. I was kidnapped in my sleep and my own party of friends and allies were either killed or captured as well. I sat in that shack, bound and gagged for who knows how long with only the sounds of my friends being boiled alive, or the witches' mutterings to keep me company. I am an adventurer like yourself and I need my things to survive in places such as this swamp." She pauses as she runs her hands through her hair, pulling out twigs, leaves and dirt. "Now, I am not without my charity and appreciation, so I am content to part with most of those belongings. However, I would be very grateful if you would return the red-etched ring to me. It is very precious to me. I would also require my components back, so that if we are to travel together out of this place, I could be of full use. Make no mistake however, I may summon the majority of my magical power without them ... and have been tempted to do so thus far. If you require additional recompense, the witches keep some cache of coins around here. I could hear them muttering about all the money they were making by selling their potions to some contact in Seaquen."

She turns to face the rest of the party. "If you have not already heard, my name is Katrina. I am a sorceress. I originally hail from a city called Gate Pass. It is far from here, deep in the mountains between Ragesia and Shahalesti. I grew up there with my brother and headed out on my own some time ago. I was fleeing the scourge and was captured in this swamp en route to Seaquen. So, I have indulged your questions. Perhaps you could do me the same courtesy and tell me who you are and where you are from?"

GM: Kirio, if you still wish to intimidate after this response, we can use your existing role.
 

Kirio's eyes begin to match his smile again as he listens to Katrina speak... "there now... that's better, we are all acquainted, and we perhaps have the better of you in fact. We also hail from gate pass and barely made it out alive during the siege... we are for lack of a better word "aligned" against Ragesia, and are headed to Seaquen as well, to the Lyceum to... further that cause if you will." He sighs and hands her the red etched ringed and her spell components "I humbly accept your generous recompense for your rescue on behalf or our group, and I for one would be pleased to have another spellcaster accompany us as we make our way through this treacherous place." he kicks the witch lightly in the ribs to punctuate his point "You will be pleased to know that we know your brother, Rantle, and that he was well when last we saw him; he spoke of his sister Katrina with fondness. I believe our young friend Lars here new him better than us, and that he has a letter from him for you."

OOC: discount the intimidate roll... :-)
 
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Arnir laughs openly as the girl announces her origin "We left that frost-encrusted hellscape of a town not...what was it....two months ago? Mystra save us, what a small world. My, what a motley band we're becoming. I was hoping to find you learned in the arcane, but I suppose talking to someone who can use it at all will be refreshing. Your rings are interesting- tell me, what does the one inscribed in red purport to do? That ring of sustenance is handy indeed."

Arnir then turns to the unfortunate looking witch with a quizzical look "Now then, what's this about coins? Have you been holding out on us? Believe me, I would have seen you dead back at our camp and would just as happily gut you now. Tell us your secrets and your death may be painless. If you haven't noticed, I have a new dagger and I wouldn't mind seeing how it handles out of combat before I must use it in truth."
 
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Katrina puts her ring back on and ties her spell component pouches to the fitted leather belt around her waist. She responds to Arnir as she works: "My focus as a sorceress is in fire magic. Some of my spells have a habit of backfiring or striking me when in close quarters. This ring helps me to resist the flames. The ring of sustenance allows its wearer to exist comfortably without food or drink for as long as he or she wears it. Since you're now in possession of my gloves, know that they make their wearer more agile and dextrous." A look of surprise then goes across Katrina's face when she hears that you are from the same city. "You know my brother and have a letter from him? Please, may I see it!?"

The witch squeals in fear on the ground, "Do not hurt poor H'andrea! I have not lied to you. I told you that you could have our treasures. Our money is in the shack where you found the sorceress' belongings. Small coffers, wooden, filled with platinum. Take them and go, please!"

GM: FYI - The gloves are gloves of dexterity +2
 
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"You know my brother and have a letter from him? Please, may I see it!?"

Kirio looks from Lars to Katrina "As I said, Lars here new him best, I don't see why he would not hand it over"

"Do not hurt poor H'andrea! I have not lied to you. I told you that you could have our treasures. Our money is in the shack where you found the sorceress' belongings. Small coffers, wooden, filled with platinum. Take them and go, please!"

Kirio goes to the shack and looks for the coins. He returns, kneels next to the witch and says in a surprisingly pleasant tone "Well now little crab, I said I would not kill you, and I do not intend to, you have been most cooperative. You are a vile little thing however, and I never promised anything about untying you, so I propose we leave you in your filth strung up like a pig, and if you manage to get free, consider yourself lucky, if not... well, perhaps you will make a nice meal for a reptile or two. As you heard we have no leaders here, so I do not speak for my friends, but I am done with you. If ever I see you again, I will kill you." After counting the coins, Kirio walks to the boats where he begins playing a bright little tune on his flute while waiting for the others...
 

Arnir snorts with contempt "Poor H'andrea? You were not so poor when you were trying to kill us back there, were you? What my friend Kirio says is true- he did tell you he would not kill you....But he speaks for himself, and I have not survived this long by letting my enemies live when I can easily kill them. Unless there is anything you think I should know, I offer you a chance to pray to your gods and prepare for sleep."

Having said that, Arnir pulls his dagger out of its sheath and admires its wicked looking spiral blade. "Have no fear- it will be clean, I am not a monster."
 


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