Café de Nuit

GUNNAR
THE DUNGEON HALLWAY
The big man sees Riegon drop the torch and fall forward, face down on the stone floor. He sees the bloody short sword sticking out of the man's back. He sees the glowing light rises to engulf Lord Filbert like a net of radiance before hurling the Halfling back from Riegon's fresh corpse.

Guards press in at Gunnar's elbows.

Someone says 'uh-ohhh..."


A dull, heavy crash like thunder sounds from someplace up the stairs.

FOERDE

A freak wind sends dark clouds tumbling giddily across the blue sky to swirl above Caer Haes.

Sir Rory breaks off his conversation with Foerde and rushes towards the door that leads to the dungeon, a wild look on his weathered face.
Streams of sparks explode from the stone pavement near the closed door just before Sir Rory reaches the handle, arcing up into the sky hundreds of feet overheard! The old knight leaps clear and turns to look at Foerde with his mouth open as if shouting.

But all Foerde can hear is the tremendous peal of a bone-jarring thunderclap.

Gunnar grabs Reigon body after sheathing his sword then just shakes his head at the halflings action in a resigned sort of way . Muttering to himself:"Nice hit for a little guy, and some people think my attacks are overkill sometimes ." Taking the body back to the cell .

Lord Skybolt wrote:Gunnar grabs Reigon body after sheathing his sword then just shakes his head at the halflings action in a resigned sort of way . Muttering to himself:"Nice hit for a little guy, and some people think my attacks are overkill sometimes ." Taking the body back to the cell .

Gunnar feels invisible energy crackling in the folds of the dead man's clothes.

CAER HAES DUNGEON

Renn's eyes go wide in the torchlight as he sees Filbert's sword, slick with blood, protruding from Riegon's chest. And then he sees the dance of lights around Filbert, and he knows what the haflling must be feeling now, because he felt it not so long ago when he put a dirk through Lynwerd's heart.

"This...this complicates things, Filbert." His expression becomes right. "You won't see me shed any tears for him. But Justice could have waited. Still, no worse than he deserves."

"But now we've got to figure out what the hell to do." He sees Gunnar carry the corpse back to the cell. "Well, that's a start." He puts one hand to his chin. "He was trying to escape, that alone merits death. You acted within the law there. But he's still more use to us alive." He frowns. "Perhaps the Archprelate knows a ritual to revive the slain, but I'll be damned if I have to involve the Temple if I can help it."

He turns to Filbert ant Gunnar. "Where is the foreign witch?"

Brock Marsh Runoff wrote:CAER HAES DUNGEON

Two of the guards exit by the stairs; the others remain in the dungeon.

ewancummins wrote:ALVER AND SIR ROALD

Varrus the Ethical wrote:

ewancummins wrote: Alver shrugs.

"I'm sure a suitable arrangement can be made. First I need to see Lord Riegon, alive and well. Please take me to him, or else I will return and tell my master that he must draw his own conclusions as to his brother's whereabouts and condition."

Roald smiles widely. "In that case, I'll see about bringing him here to present to you. No offense, but I'd rather not have one of Carlion's agents see which cell we're keeping him in."

The thin messenger nods. He reaches up to brush stray blond locks from his eyes.

"Yes, by all means, bring him to me. I have no strong desire to see the dungeons of Caer Haes."

Lightning flashes outside the open window, thunder booms out overhead, shaking the ceiling tiles.

Alver jumps at the flash and the crash.

"What in blazes!?"

The balmy zephyr coming through the wrought iron window grate turns to a cold, rainy storm- gust in an instant.


The messenger looks towards the window , shaking his head.

" 'Tis an ill omen."

Roald hears indistinct shouting from some other part of the ducal palace.

ewancummins wrote: Two of the guards exit by the stairs; the others remain in the dungeon.

He quickly turns to the two who've remained. "Stay here, I'll be right back."

He the dashes off for the two guards who mean to exit. "Hold a moment, I'd like a word."

Brock Marsh Runoff wrote:

ewancummins wrote: Two of the guards exit by the stairs; the others remain in the dungeon.

He quickly turns to the two who've remained. "Stay here, I'll be right back."

He the dashes off for the two guards who mean to exit. "Hold a moment, I'd like a word."

The two men (both ducal guards, not under Renn's command) pause and turn round. One of them asks,
"Yes, Watch Captain?"

ewancummins wrote: FOERDE

A freak wind sends dark clouds tumbling giddily across the blue sky to swirl above Caer Haes.

Sir Rory breaks off his conversation with Foerde and rushes towards the door that leads to the dungeon, a wild look on his weathered face.
Streams of sparks explode from the stone pavement near the closed door just before Sir Rory reaches the handle, arcing up into the sky hundreds of feet overheard! The old knight leaps clear and turns to look at Foerde with his mouth open as if shouting.

But all Foerde can hear is the tremendous peal of a bone-jarring thunderclap.

Foerde runs after the old knight, to catch up, once he closes the distance he stops next to the old knight. "Fairly certain a blooded noble just died." He says, with a flat tone. "What ever happened down there can't be good.."

Opening the door, he turns to face the old knight. "Stay behind me." He says. Then enters the door and heads towards the dungeon.

RocEter wrote:

ewancummins wrote: FOERDE

A freak wind sends dark clouds tumbling giddily across the blue sky to swirl above Caer Haes.

Sir Rory breaks off his conversation with Foerde and rushes towards the door that leads to the dungeon, a wild look on his weathered face.
Streams of sparks explode from the stone pavement near the closed door just before Sir Rory reaches the handle, arcing up into the sky hundreds of feet overheard! The old knight leaps clear and turns to look at Foerde with his mouth open as if shouting.

But all Foerde can hear is the tremendous peal of a bone-jarring thunderclap.

Foerde runs after the old knight, to catch up, once he closes the distance he stops next to the old knight. "Fairly certain a blooded noble just died." He says, with a flat tone. "What ever happened down there can't be good.."

Opening the door, he turns to face the old knight. "Stay behind me." He says. Then enters the door and heads towards the dungeon.

Sir Rory lets the cat-man go first, but follows close behind.

Two guards with halberds join them, falling in to either side of the Castellan.
One of the men says to the old knight, "We heard the alarm raised, sir."

Foerde

Foerde says nothing and continues towards the dungeon, his sword hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

ROALD AND ALVAR

Roald scowls and looks to the guards. "Make sure Alvar stays here." He points at the messenger. "If this is some kind of trick, I'm throwing you out of the highest window." He turns and heads for the dungeon at a brisk pace.

Filbert still engulfed in the sparks and with ears echoing the thunder's noise barely listens to Renn's words but looking at his face he understands what the Watch Captain said. Before he has time to react two guards left and Renn follows them leaving the halfling with the Ducal guards. Then the doors opens and Foerde comes in followed by Sir Rory. Filbert still shaking and with visible signs of a great confusion tries to explain.

"Foerde, Sir Rory, I...I have to say that without wanting I killed lord Riegon. He was trying to escape and all of us were after him, I don't know how I lashed out to him, was like anger and sense of Justice was guiding my hand. I have never dealt such a clear hit in a such a critical spot. The man died before us. I'm really sorry, I know we needed him alive and his death complicates everything. I just wanted to prevent him to escape, I wanted him to face Justice for his murders and criminals acts. But I have never planned to killed him. The rest you know it.

Filbert doesn't get into details that he feels more strong and that he gotten Reigon's bloodpower. He believes that both Sir Rory and Foerde could deduce that from the sparks and the thunder.

"You are right Lord Filbert," Foerde says. "This complicates things greatly!"

Foerde stands in silence for a moment and then looks down at the Halfling. "He got what he deserved," He tells Filbert. "Now we have to deal with fall out from the deliverance of your justice. What plans have you come up with so far?"