Vrux, a Village cursed

[RillianPA]

"That was a poor choice."
Morrison catches Rell's attention, and then walks back towards the rest of the party.
"He is a fool, and there is nothing I can do to reach him. I suppose we should take him to the capitol and let the church's inquisitors see what they can do with him. Bah, how are these people inspiring such loyalty?"

 

[Scotley]

Rell Half-Giant

"How badly do you want information? I could try to scare him into talking. It isn't really my nature, but my size and unfamiliar race is sometimes effective." Rell suggests this obviously a little embarrased, but lacking any better idea.

 

[RillianPA]

Morrison ponders for a moment, obviously moved by Rell's offer.

"That is a good idea, and good of you to offer. He obviously already fears you, so it might work. Very well, why dont you try a fierce, even earger expression?"

After waiting a moment for Rell to prepare, Morrison heads back to the prisoner and says "Since you have chosen to side with evil, I have no choice." Shaking his head in disappointment, Morrison motions to Rell "He's all yours, try not to kill him."

 

[Scotley]

Rell Half-Giant Soul Knife

Rell does his best to look excited and rubs his hands together. "Now sometimes they are fragile, you really can't hold that last one against me. He fought back until I broke one too many bones and he was dead. I'll just bleed this one a little first then start in on the bones." Rell conjures his soulknife and waves its crackling energy under the man's nose. "I really like this part." He uses the knife to draw blood from both the man's arms so he can see it flowing, but not serious wounds then his slices his forhead and lets the blood run down in his face. Poking the forehead with a huge finger Rell says, "look here you can see, this one has a nice thick skull, he should be good for hours." Looking as if he hopes the man will say no Rell asks offhandedly, "you aren't ready to talk yet are you?"

 

[DarkMaster]

(roll Intimidate 19+1cha+4size DC 7) Rell can notice the soldier getting really scared. "Please don't that, I'd rather die right now than going through that. I don't know much about Nadour and the witch. Nadour is my officer, we are part of the Axyrian army and were assigned to help the church of Fharlang. I always suspected that something was wrong but I never asked question. They were paying extremely well so that was enough for me, I just closed my eyes on everything. The tatooed women is not the one in charge, the old elf is, she is just the one doing the dirty job. She is very powerfull and show no remorse in killing. But she seems to be extremely loyal to the old elf. One last thing were were often asked to bring the weapons to the mine, I never understood why since the rebels are in the wood.

I don't know anything more, I promised, please don't kill me.

The soldier's face is white and his body shaking as he finishes.

 

[Scotley]

Rell Half-Giant

Rell turns to Morrison and winks at him then says, "Oh come on don't make me stop already, I haven't even broken any bones yet, and you know I was so looking forward making a finger sandwich once was got down to cutting parts off."

 

[Mithran]

"True, true" Calondor thinks for awhile "Witches, and murderous waiters. Yeah I don't like that either. Do you suppose she might have powerful contacts in the capital?... she must I would think"

 

[RillianPA]

ooc: Bah, darn giants get all the luck Darkmaster, when the soldier says "the old elf" is it clear that he means the head of the bandits?

"Well, lets see if he keeps talking. Have you ever been to this camp before soldier?"

 

[DarkMaster]

OOC Actually the village wise "elf" Vr'rult the wise

 

[Legildur]

Makas looks across to Fror. 'A screwed up gnomish face is not the best looking,' he thinks to himself.

"What about we cook up a storm?" Makas suggests hopefully. "It will give us something to do while we wait and see what the others can squeeze out of that soldier. If I keep sharpening me axe, it'll soon have no head left!"