The Game of Kings

In the shadowy light, the kobold's eyes glinted, red and purple, red and purple. It make a quick glance about the shop, keeping an eye out for hidden dangers and lurking spies. Once it is secure in the knowledge of their safety, it turns to its companions.

"The guards are sure to be antsy. Best we do this quick. We will need someone to bind that thing"---the kobold gestured dissuasively at the unconscious minotaur---"and then Partash will need to heal it back to wakefulness." Rounding on the the construct, Vhir continued, "I will need a means of enlarging my size or decrease its---fear works best if the primal fears of the predator consume it. Do you have the means?"
 

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Morika had collasped once inside the door, her staggering gate now not entirely due to nausea and pain, but exhaustion as well. "We gon' haf fight again?" she growled at Vhir.
 
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Isida Kep'Tukari said:
Morika had collasped once inside the door, her staggering gate now not entirely due to nausea and pain, but exhaustion as well. "We gon' haf fight again?" she growled at Vhir.
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The kobold favored a glance in the hung-over shifters direction, giving her a toothy smile full of sharp teeth. "I'll put this into terms you will appreciate. We are being hunted, dear shifter. The fight has chosen us, and it is in our best interest to fight in on our own terms."

Busying itself around the shop, the kobold nods at the constructs reply. "Hmm. It may have to be enough." The kobold makes its way around to Doral. "Anything else you can do to make it more... malleable? Or to verify the veracity of what it will speak?"
 

At last falling inside behind his companions, Dragen notes the creature's intent and shrugs.

"Slide something cool and sharp inside his trousers. Even the dead pause at that sometimes, so strong are the instincts of preservation."

Seeing everyone look at him he continues, "Interrogation takes no mean skill when a creature is convinced its life and livelihood is under the knife. Which it would be, because honestly I don't care one way or the other. If I was ready to kill it then I'm certainly not going to pause to emasculate it, and lucky for it for the option."

He squints.

" It IS a he, isn't it? All monsters look the same in the dark."
 
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"The guards are sure to be antsy. Best we do this quick. We will need someone to bind that thing"---the kobold gestured dissuasively at the unconscious minotaur---"and then Partash will need to heal it back to wakefulness."
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Partash looks at the kobold and answers "Very well, Vhir, but he'll regain conciousness almost instantly, so we had better have him tied to something properly." Once the bugbear has been securely tied up, Partash mutters a prayer to il-Yannah, makes a couple of gestures and touches the bugbear. The surge of positive energy instantly heals many of the bugbear's severe wounds, leaving only small cuts. "He's all yours now, sir. I hope you know what you're doing."

OOC: Partash casts cure moderate wounds on the bugbear. And Partash still goes by the name of Parlinor Tashlov to conceal his kalashtar heritage.
 

"Well, I can probably make you speak better for a bit, or stronger, or heartier. Well, not you, but make an item that will for a bit. Oh, and I can..." Carver will, if unchecked, eventualy describe every 1st and 2nd level infusion, every potion he has, and then start on some wild theories of things he thinks he can do eventualy.
 

James Heard said:
" It IS a he, isn't it? All monsters look the same in the dark."
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Why don't you grab down there in that fur and find out, Glasia thinks sourly.

She takes a mental inventory of her spells and shakes her head. "Nothing here, Vhir. I'm going to look over the shop to make sure we're safe."
ooc: I'll Spot my head off while they interrogate, looking carefully out the windows.
 

stonegod said:
The kobold favored a glance in the hung-over shifters direction, giving her a toothy smile full of sharp teeth. "I'll put this into terms you will appreciate. We are being hunted, dear shifter. The fight has chosen us, and it is in our best interest to fight in on our own terms."

Busying itself around the shop, the kobold nods at the constructs reply. "Hmm. It may have to be enough." The kobold makes its way around to Doral. "Anything else you can do to make it more... malleable? Or to verify the veracity of what it will speak?"
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"Why d' we always have t' fight in th' worse siterashuns... curse I say..." Morika mutters darkly, levering herself to her feet and trying to get the blood flowing properly in preparations for the coming battle.
 

Doral considers the question for a moment and says, "I have a spell that will make him feel as if I was a trusted and close friend. I could then try to persuade him to help us, if he is able to give up the information. I also have a spell that will let me understand his native tongue, but he seems to understand Common fine enough."

Doral does not mention that he can read thoughts, and before they interrogate the creature, he casts detect thoughts and concentrates on the bugbear...
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...and party members if he has a free moment to spare away from the bugbear.
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