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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dunamin" data-source="post: 4836683" data-attributes="member: 57529">[sblock=Back in black!]Thanks for playing Woe superbly to character, Cov! Those were some truly faithful one-liners. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" />I don't think any of us would have let Arnest out of our sights (at least not unrestrained and/or conscious), but in the interest of keeping with the current script... (The following assumes Tsasha is unconscious - if she isn't, Woe makes her)[/sblock]Upon discovering Arnest's getaway, Woe immediately takes steps to maintain leverage. Once Phredas Lindenfall finishes with Tsasha, takes a break, or leaves for more medical supplies, he sneaks back to the serpentine cultist. He snatches her holy symbol and any other items that seem like irreplaceable MacGuffins for the cult, then dips into Phredas' collection of alchemy that he has grown familiar with after numerous treatments. He administers Tsasha with something that he knows by experience will have a lasting visible effect in a few hours."Nice bling there, Tusky." Woe comments to the orc with unfazed bravado."I'm sure it would fit well at the tip of my spear, once I clean your guts off it." Stepping up close to eyeball Arnest, he laughs defiantly."Oh, I'm certain you'll be there, punk. After all, Tsasha's life depends on it.""You see, things happened while you squirmed away with your panties in a twist and your tail between your legs. I and Miss Tongue-In-(My)-Cheek got to know each other a little better... well, actually, a lot better." Woe circles around the noble while taunting him, eventually getting uncomfortably close."As a reward, I gave her a little treat that left her quite pale. You see, there are some subtle perks when you work with insane mages... like fully stocked alchemical laboratories with complete collections of slowly acting toxins, volatile reagents, and even more obscure vials of delayed hilarity - magical or otherwise." The merc is literally breathing down Arnest's neck now, daring him and his half-orc guards to react. "So you better untangle your balls, man up, and play along... or your precious Tsasha will learn that her gory rituals are child's play compared to the hellride her body is in for." Woe finishes with a wink and takes his leave, shoulder-shoving past the orc provocatively and returning to the party.</blockquote>

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