"Another question, Faryd, while we're waiting," says Actæa pleasantly, seemingly oblivious to the man's pleas; "You say you and your friends gained the treasure-room where the ruby was held. How? Why did no guards and devil-worms fall upon you? You'll pardon me for saying I think it unlikely a mere cobbler could achieve what a group of armed warriors could not. Answer me that riddle, Faryd, and you may have something to begin to bargain with."
She cocks her head; "Hark; are those footsteps I hear on the stair? Best speak swiftly..."
Post by tombowings on Jul 23, 2011 12:12:31 GMT -6
"No guards are trusted in the chamber. So with a spell a silence--a sorcerer we hired--our men dug their way through the marble and wood like miners into the treasury and we bundled up the loot." Espying Yngvar and his battle axe, Faryd curls up into a pathetic little ball. "I've done all that you ask, please, please! Do do swipe this head from my neck."
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"Better," says Actæa gently, holding up a restraining hand to Yngvar lest the fearsome warrior decide to redecorate the room a vivid shade of red prematurely; "The name of this sorcerer and the location of your excavations, if you please..."
Post by tombowings on Jul 23, 2011 14:11:14 GMT -6
"I know not if the tunnel still exists," mutter Faryd, disheartened in his lack of knowledge. "When we departed, the survives split up, Turin and I got lucky I guess, hiding out in an old broom closet until things settled down a bit."
"The all-powerful, all-knowing Immuthep was presumably taking a nap during all this?" Actæa inquires pleasantly; "Oh, Faryd I'm sorry; I really am trying awfully hard to find a reason not to gut you like a fish, but you're making it devilishly tricky for me..."
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Like a hunting spider, Actæa darts forward, pressing her knife against Faryd's throat with one hand, pulling his head back by the hair with the other... and then she stops.
"In the den of the Set worshippers, we saved your life, Faryd," she whispers. "In the pits beneath the Sultan's palace we did so again. And now..."
She withdraws her dagger.
"...I return your life to you a third time."
To Yngvar: "Release him."
"But do not think this ends our 'friendship,' my dear," she continues, her voice soft and dangerous; "You owe us for a life thrice saved and for the wrongs you have done us. We expect service from you in payment of that debt when the time comes."
She draws dangerously close him again; "We own you, traitor; body and soul. Never forget it."
She turns away; "And a pair of boots for me, I think," she continues conversationally; "knee-length, dark leather, soft and supple - good for one desirous of a stealthy tread. Deliver them here as soon as you may."
She walks off; "I believe our business is over for tonight. Get out."
Post by tombowings on Jul 25, 2011 13:56:07 GMT -6
Faryd nods and scampers out of the room, leaving the company to their devices and heeding words of caution. Unspeakably, the traitor nods to Brennus as he continues down the stairs and out into the night.
Post by tombowings on Jul 25, 2011 23:14:32 GMT -6
The downstairs bar has long since been deserted, but Olat the nightkeep is more than happy to take you gold, 1 gold for each round of drinks.
If you would like to split up the loot acquired during this night's delve, here is what was collected:
Silver Bracelets Jade Necklace Undeciphered Tome (bound in human skin) Half Finished Sapphire Figurine Obsidian Dagger (had an aura of magic about it) Pale Yellow Gem 37 gold crowns, 17 electrum pieces, 52 silver shillings, and 106 copper pennies
"Ooooo, pretty," Actæa croons, leaning in over the loot; "Split the coin as equally as we may, I say, then someone to seek out a jewellers for the jade and silver."
She looks at the rest of the small horde thoughtfully.
"For the rest, we'll need a Wizard's services to know its true worth, I fancy." She smiles; "Perhaps our dear Faryd's former partner can be persuaded to help there. And, given that we know so much about his previous - heh - business ventures, perhaps at a considerable discount..."