W3: The Eidolon (Bront Judging)

[WarlockLord]

Shadow intimidates some guy (1d20+3=8)

Wow, neither of us made it. Is my suggestion still in effect?

IC: Shadow says "Who is 'that bastard?' We want to know so we can pay him back...but there's no reason not to avenge your abandonment as well."

 

[Wik]

OOC: Wow, figured we'd have some posts by now. Alright, well, carrying on...

The man looks at Shadow (Sorry, forgot about the Suggestion). "Bastard? A goblin - about seven feet high, and made of muscle. Don't know his name. We called him 'sir'." He nervously chuckles, as if he just made a joke.

"And he left us, during the raid! Just like that! Like we meant nothing. He lied!"

 

[Velmont]

"I think you might have forgotten some details. Like where did you meet him, why ahve you doing that, where were you suppose to deliver the airship... and which hand do I start to remove the nails?" replies Haltash, cleaning his own nails with his dagger.

 

[Patlin]

OOC: Wow, figured we'd have some posts by now. Alright, well, carrying on...

ooc: I think 4e has a lot of people distracted. T'Ranis, having left the room to secure the second prisoner outside hearing of the first, has nothing to add unless something happens involving that prisoner. His preference is to stand guard in menacing silence until our chosen interrogators redirect their attention.

 

[Wik]

The prisoner looks towards haltash with wide eyes. "My.... nails?"

He tries to look at his hands, but can't, being tied up. he thinks for a moment, and says "He picked us up in Black Pit. Hired the lot of us. I don't know where he was going to take the ship... But he told us he was going to help us liberate the Pit. Free the pit from Brelish pigs!"

He shakes his head, upset over his fate.

***

T'Ranis, moving the second prisoner, hears the prisoner mutter under his breath. It sounds something like "He better not talk. We're going to hang either way..."

 

[Patlin]

T'Ranis, moving the second prisoner, hears the prisoner mutter under his breath. It sounds something like "He better not talk. We're going to hang either way..."

"So? It is a bad thing to know ones fate, and to be unable to change it. Do you believe ones destiny can be read from the howling chaos?"

 

[stonegod]

Tondrek continues looking over the plans and the books around the room, oblivious to everything else.

OOC: Didn't post cuz Tondrek is still doin' his thing last I checked until someone stops him.

 

[IcyCool]

Guardian continues his silent vigil, watching Haltash and Shadow. He does his best to observe their interrogation technique, trying to learn as best he can.

 

[Velmont]

"The Pit. I know many Pit, can you be more precise? Let me give an example of precision. When I speak about removing your nails, it is something that can be clean or apinfull. You guess I was talking about the later. Instead of just simply pulling on it quickly, I put the blade of my dagger between the nail and the finger. Slowly, I push the blade, twist it slowly, that way, the pain continue for some time. It's like when you have something sticky stuck in on your body hair. You can pull it quickly and the pain is sharp but short, or you can try to remove it slowly, but it is always more painfull at the end. And as you have twenty nails on you, I can do that all the day."

 

[Wik]

"The Pit. I know many Pit, can you be more precise? Let me give an example of precision. When I speak about removing your nails, it is something that can be clean or apinfull. You guess I was talking about the later. Instead of just simply pulling on it quickly, I put the blade of my dagger between the nail and the finger. Slowly, I push the blade, twist it slowly, that way, the pain continue for some time. It's like when you have something sticky stuck in on your body hair. You can pull it quickly and the pain is sharp but short, or you can try to remove it slowly, but it is always more painfull at the end. And as you have twenty nails on you, I can do that all the day."

First off, Velmont, you scare me.

Second, your character probably does know where Black Pit is. It's a small village that's rather notorious as a haven for "undesirables" in Breland. It's also an entrance to the Underdark.

In any case, he just shakes his head. "I don't know anything! I don't! Just... the Black Pit!"

***

T'Ranis' captive stares for a moment, and then says quietly "I didn't think you could hear me. I just... This isn't how I want to die. Not like this."

"I only took the job because I thought it was going to be a safe theft. I didn't know that the houses were going to be involved. I mean, I'm from a house myself... or I used to be. I dind't want to get involved. And now he's left us, so he can get a bigger split the loot with the damned Pit Raiders that made it back."

***

Tondrek's been fascinated, jumping from plan to plan. Much of this stuff is obviously related to theory work that is pretty hard to gauge from reading a blueprint, but he can easily tell that something is missing. Two elementals SHOULD tear the ship apart, and there's nothing in the structure of the ship itself (except a few modifications to the design that Tondrek has long thought should be made to airships in general) that would suggest a way of counterbalancing that stress. In fact, from appearance, it would seem that the ship only houses one elemental, but from what Graff has already said...

He can deduce from this that a change has to have been made to the elemental itself. How that is done remains to be seen.

***

I'd like a listen check for Guardian, please. Anyone else near the door can make a listen check, but it's at a -4 penalty for being distracted.