Vrux, a Village cursed

[RillianPA]

"Yes, we were hired to do a job for my church. That job was to investigate the attacks occurring on the road to Vrux. Your little caravan was just a convenient group for us to travel with. When you attacked us, it proved that you, and your boss were to blame for the attacks. When we discovered the illegal and addictive drugs your were smuggling, we found out why. Tell me about Nadour and the witch in the village, and I will speak on your behalf when we return to the capitol."

 

[Scotley]

Rell Half-Giant Soulknife

Rell looks on, following the questioning closely.

 

[Mithran]

Calondor seems to be hanging on Fror's every word about fine food for awhile then finally says "We should figure out how to split up to get our business in the capital done as quickly as possible, as long as we have the time"

 

[Legildur]

Makas agrees with Calandor. "Besides, all this talk about food is making me hungry."

"But shouldn't we wait until the others are finished before we start planning? Maybe they'll find out something interesting from the captured soldier."

 

[DarkMaster]

The soldier looks at Morrison with an angry look. "Speak on my behalf, let me laugh. They probably won't let you say a word. You said drug what are you talking about, we were carrying weapons, from what I understood here, your friend the elf was carrying the illegal drug.

I have nothing to do with with the attack, I am a soldier executing order, that's it. Nadour is my superior and I don't know anything about the women you refer as a witch.

The soldier lowers his eyes and turns. "I have nothing to add"

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Fror looks at Calondor surprised. "I don't know my friend if returning to the capital is a wise idea. I have a bad feeling about returning there."

Utrolac stands up and cut Fror. "Well I have a bad feeling about staying here, the quicker I am back in a boat to Mergovie the better I will feel. I simply can't endure this torture anymore"
The foreign merchent seems very agitated and angry against Fror about not going back.

 

[Scotley]

Rell Half-Giant Soul Knife

Rell shakes his head with disgust. "We seem to only find more questions and accusations rather than answers. Does no one besides us want to help end this tyranny? Everyone we talk to is angry with us rather than supportive. Doesn't any one realize that we are trying to make things better?" He groans in frustration and paces about trying to figure out a solution.

 

[RillianPA]

Morrison pulls out his holy symbol, and holding it towards the soldier, speaks a prayer to Fharlanghn, and casts mending on the soldiers clothing (I'm sure it is torn up some). As the spell takes effect Morrison says
"Since you chose to attack us on the road, Fharlanghn has chosen to accept me as his priest. This is but the weakest of the powers he has granted me. Do you really think that he would have accepted me if we had attacked just and righteous travelers? NO! Nadour is smuggling addictive drugs in an attempt to take over the town of Vrux, and he has allied himself with an evil spellcaster. You may fall with him, or stand against his evil...choose now!"

 

[Scotley]

Rell

Rell halts his pacing and watches Morrison's display of power and demand for action. That's what we need. I must stop wringing my hands like an old woman and follow this example. Rell calms himself by force of will and considers more rationally what is to be done.

 

[Mithran]

Calondor answers Makas first "Well I suppose... my mind doesn't like to stay at rest. Perhaps you are right though" then Utrolac "Well I'm sorry if this hasn't been your favorite trip. I can't say I've liked it very much either, except for the food which is much better than I usually eat when I'm traveling"

Calondor turns to Fror "A bad feeling you say? I can't say I have a very good feeling about any of our options right now. Large conspiracies seem to make me uncomfortable."

 

[DarkMaster]

(Morrison roll intimidate 2+0+6 circumstancial) The soldier looks at Morrison without saying a word. He sits on the floor of his cage and answer without looking at him. "I will never bethray Nadour"

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(Calondor diplomacy roll 7+11) Utrolac slowly calms down and turns towards Fror, "Sorry, you can do what you want but tomorrow I will try to find a way to get back to the capital with or without you. I would have prefered to escorted by you guys, but the task at hand here might be more important. He then heads towards his bag on a nearby rock and start replacing the stuff inside.

Fror undisturbed by the human strange behavior, smiles back at Calondor "Thanks, I am glad that you at least enjoy my cooking on this trip. I had better trip myself. I never really liked witches especially those that can wield a sword"

Fror starts scratching his nose nervously thinking what they could do next.