Realms of Dread [IC] Chapter Three
Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 6:03 pm
Rardi...
Rardi stirs in her cell- as much as she can stir, bound as she is and now shackled to a cold stone wall in a narrow , lightless cell [of course, the dwarf can see in the dark, not that the bare cell affords much of a view]. Things are a bit fuzzy- someone sapped her, back there on the beach. Her head throbs.
The door to the cell swings open, groaning on its hinges. Light stream in from the hall. Rardi's headache worsens. Two of the bailiff's men stand in the hall. One holds a bucket, the other brandishes a short sword.
SPLASH!
Cold seawater is thrown in Rardi’s face.
''Wake up, you disgusting sack of offal! The bailiff is here to talk with you. ''
The Bailiff of the Rock appears in the doorway. A scribe with pen and paper stands behind him, waiting in the hall.
''That's enough, men. Stand fast, and aid me if she tries anything foolish.''
He enters the room. Rardi cannot reach him- her chains are too short. She cannot speak, for the filthy gag is still stuffed in her mouth.
'' If you'd like to tell me what happened last night, in your own words, I will have that gag removed. I warn you- any attempt to use magic will result in you being subdued by blows and your gag replaced. I know that you'd like to escape. Don't bother trying, or you'll only make your situation worse than it is now. You won't get away from us- or from the detachment of Purple Dragons that the local commander has graciously lent me. ''
Shana
Shana runs. The hounds are howling, somewhere not too far behind her. She has done a lot of running since the fight on the beach. She's soaked with sweat.
The sun is a bit higher in the east, and it's shaping up to be a hot and muggy day.
The whole of the small island is now swarming with Cormyrean soldiers, angry locals [armed with gaff hooks, boning knives, and fishing nets], and hunters with bloodhounds! Everywhere Shana turns, she sees enemies bent on bringing her down. Some clever soul has ordered all civilian boats to cast off, so no easy route of escape presents itself. The only vessels moored on the Rock are those of the Purple Dragons- skiffs under the guard of fierce looking marines.
Ino
Ino blinks as the sack is pulled from her head. Bright light brings unbidden tears to her eyes. As her vision regains focus, she sees that she’s tied to a chair in a cramped, not-so-clean stone room. The light is from lanterns hanging in all four corners of the chamber. Five men are in the room with her. All are well armed, save for a scribe. Two wear the uniforms of Purple Dragons. The other two armed men she recognizes as some of the bailiff's crew. The only exit is closed. Ino sees motion on the other side, through a small barred window.
One of the bailiff's men speaks.
''Alright, Inovidil. Here's the deal: we're going to remove that gag. You'll then tell us exactly what happened at Blackpillars. Don't lie, if you know what's good for you. Try any magic and we'll beat you like a Calishite slave beats rugs, understand? Oh, and then we'll burn your book of spells.''
Blaise
Blaise is locked in a clean cell. His gag is still in, and he's still bound. After a little while, someone comes by to check on him. The bailiff's man is backed up by a Purple Dragon marine.
The local man says-
''We're going to bring you some food and drink, mister. Here, hold still...''
He pulls a knife and moves into the cell to squat next to Blaise. In an almost friendly tone, he relates the following information:
''The bailiff says you are going to be released very soon, and to please be patient. You must remain in this cell until he questions you. Nod if you understand me.''
Alain-
Alain has already spent the better part of the morning stumbling around town, searching in vain for his friends. Without as much as a note from the others, he simply does not know where they are- or were. Dead dog tired from no sleep and still a little drunk, he gets lost. He really needs to rest...
Threan
Threan has just finished leading the bailiff's men and the soldiers on a thorough search of Blackpillars. The gnome had little trouble with the traps left in place, and was able to successfully conclude the search.
The army officer in charge says to the gnome, as the search party returns to town,
''So, was that what you'd expected to find, Master Threan?''
Rardi stirs in her cell- as much as she can stir, bound as she is and now shackled to a cold stone wall in a narrow , lightless cell [of course, the dwarf can see in the dark, not that the bare cell affords much of a view]. Things are a bit fuzzy- someone sapped her, back there on the beach. Her head throbs.
The door to the cell swings open, groaning on its hinges. Light stream in from the hall. Rardi's headache worsens. Two of the bailiff's men stand in the hall. One holds a bucket, the other brandishes a short sword.
SPLASH!
Cold seawater is thrown in Rardi’s face.
''Wake up, you disgusting sack of offal! The bailiff is here to talk with you. ''
The Bailiff of the Rock appears in the doorway. A scribe with pen and paper stands behind him, waiting in the hall.
''That's enough, men. Stand fast, and aid me if she tries anything foolish.''
He enters the room. Rardi cannot reach him- her chains are too short. She cannot speak, for the filthy gag is still stuffed in her mouth.
'' If you'd like to tell me what happened last night, in your own words, I will have that gag removed. I warn you- any attempt to use magic will result in you being subdued by blows and your gag replaced. I know that you'd like to escape. Don't bother trying, or you'll only make your situation worse than it is now. You won't get away from us- or from the detachment of Purple Dragons that the local commander has graciously lent me. ''
Shana
Shana runs. The hounds are howling, somewhere not too far behind her. She has done a lot of running since the fight on the beach. She's soaked with sweat.
The sun is a bit higher in the east, and it's shaping up to be a hot and muggy day.
The whole of the small island is now swarming with Cormyrean soldiers, angry locals [armed with gaff hooks, boning knives, and fishing nets], and hunters with bloodhounds! Everywhere Shana turns, she sees enemies bent on bringing her down. Some clever soul has ordered all civilian boats to cast off, so no easy route of escape presents itself. The only vessels moored on the Rock are those of the Purple Dragons- skiffs under the guard of fierce looking marines.
Ino
Ino blinks as the sack is pulled from her head. Bright light brings unbidden tears to her eyes. As her vision regains focus, she sees that she’s tied to a chair in a cramped, not-so-clean stone room. The light is from lanterns hanging in all four corners of the chamber. Five men are in the room with her. All are well armed, save for a scribe. Two wear the uniforms of Purple Dragons. The other two armed men she recognizes as some of the bailiff's crew. The only exit is closed. Ino sees motion on the other side, through a small barred window.
One of the bailiff's men speaks.
''Alright, Inovidil. Here's the deal: we're going to remove that gag. You'll then tell us exactly what happened at Blackpillars. Don't lie, if you know what's good for you. Try any magic and we'll beat you like a Calishite slave beats rugs, understand? Oh, and then we'll burn your book of spells.''
Blaise
Blaise is locked in a clean cell. His gag is still in, and he's still bound. After a little while, someone comes by to check on him. The bailiff's man is backed up by a Purple Dragon marine.
The local man says-
''We're going to bring you some food and drink, mister. Here, hold still...''
He pulls a knife and moves into the cell to squat next to Blaise. In an almost friendly tone, he relates the following information:
''The bailiff says you are going to be released very soon, and to please be patient. You must remain in this cell until he questions you. Nod if you understand me.''
Alain-
Alain has already spent the better part of the morning stumbling around town, searching in vain for his friends. Without as much as a note from the others, he simply does not know where they are- or were. Dead dog tired from no sleep and still a little drunk, he gets lost. He really needs to rest...
Threan
Threan has just finished leading the bailiff's men and the soldiers on a thorough search of Blackpillars. The gnome had little trouble with the traps left in place, and was able to successfully conclude the search.
The army officer in charge says to the gnome, as the search party returns to town,
''So, was that what you'd expected to find, Master Threan?''