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06-19-2012, 12:09 PM
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With most of the group ignoring their new prisoner, the task of interrogating him fell to Lennart. He didn't have any experience in this, so he did his best by starting nicely. "So you work for the bandits?" the rogue said while stretching his chest and lungs, "Which ones? And what were you and your friend doing in here that you needed to trap the doors?"
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06-19-2012, 12:48 PM
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The man stammers, "I.. I'm not working for them, not really. I was, am, a merchant for the Iron Throne trading consortium, I work up in Baldur's Gate managing caravan routes. When the troubles with the iron shortages started I was supposed to hire better protection for our wagons, but on the way to the meeting my son and I were waylaid by bandits."
__________________He looks around, "They took everything I had, said that I'd be working for them now, and my son would be hostage to my good work. Every time a caravan passes through I use my spells to contact the bandits with it's size and contents, and they've had me help them move caravans as well without being seen. I, I tried to pass along false information once, tell them the wrong size for a caravan." At this point he is completely pale, shaking with fear, "They sent a woman with the news that my treachery would have consequences." He swallows, steeling himself, "She had one of my son's fingers with her, said the next time they would take his hand. She set up the traps, and has been watching me carefully, I dared not try anything else." "Look, I didn't kill or hurt anyone, I just passed along a little information so they'd keep my son safe, don't kill me! They said that my job was done, and we were getting ready to leave. They were going to return my son and let us leave for the north, as long as I never tried to return to the area or tell anyone anything they'd have let me go." He slumps heavily, "Now they'll probably kill me, and my son, and there's nothing I can do."
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#94
06-22-2012, 05:18 PM
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Lennart sighs as the man tells his story. His shoulders dropped and he looked to his companions. We got the wrong guy. "Damn." he mouthed to himself. "I apologize, sir. You are a victim it seems and was only doing this to protect your son." Lennart began pacing a bit and ran his hand through his hair. "Dammit!" he said as he threw his hand to his side.
__________________Lennart looked to the man. "We're sorry about all of this. If we could just ask you a few questions. Perhaps we can find your son in the process." The rogue pulled up a chair and sat down. "We've been looking for someone named Tranzig. We believe he was staying here and we thought this was his room. Was the man next door that you were forced to work with, Tranzig? Do you have any idea what bandit tribe was blackmailing you? Did you have any way of reaching them?" This had all gone downhill very quickly.
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06-25-2012, 10:19 AM
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#96
06-25-2012, 10:55 AM
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Coenred doesn't get anything on the man's reaction to the name. However, while the story rings true it also bluff result not fantasticrings incomplete to Coenred. Everything the man says seems true, but there might be more to the story the man is neglecting to mention.
__________________The man nods miserably to Lennart, "I am Tranzig, and the bandits called themselves mercenaries, a group called the Chill." He nods again, "I was brought messages by various messengers who would wait until I had written a reply and take it away." His eyes gleam a bit, "Once they had taken my son I did a little discrete searching, however, and I know where they are based." His eyes fade a bit, "Or at least, I know in a general sense. Somewhere in the Cloakwood, west and a little south of the Friendly Arm Inn, is the most specific I can be. None of my inquiries have gotten more specific than that, and without anything more concrete to go on stumbling around that dangerous wood would have been fruitless." He looks up at you, "There are dozens of these bandits at least, maybe more. Men allied with inhuman beasts like Gnolls and Hobgoblins, they likely patrol the woods and stage raids from there, but since they have ambushed caravans in other locations it's possible that the base in the Cloakwoods isn't even their main headquarters but a mere outpost. Even working with them hasn't given me enough specifics to be sure of anything." Last edited by idilippy; 06-25-2012 at 10:56 AM.
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06-25-2012, 06:18 PM
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Lennart looked to Coenred, who was intently watching the man, for any help. He hoped the fast-talking sorcerer would be some help during the inquisition. "Show him the letter," Lennart I don't know who has it, but one of us dosaid, indicating the letter they found in the Nashkel mines.
__________________Once the man had read over the letter, the rogue continued, "What do you have to say about that? It seems you were more involved then you would have let us believe." Lennart's tone had softened greatly from the knowledge that this man's son was missing, but it had stiffened a bit at his admittance of being Tranzig. "Who ran?" he asked, indicating the person that had slipped out the window. "How long ago was your son taken?" was his last question for the moment. The questioning was erratic he knew, but Lennart was no professional and he hoped it might keep the man on edge.
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06-25-2012, 06:50 PM
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Tranzig looks at the letters, puzzled, "I, I told you, I was their contact here in Beregost. I admit it freely. I don't remember any poison, but I helped move packages for them if needed. M.. maybe some had poison, but I just helped move it along."
__________________He lowers his head, "My son, he was taken the first time I balked. I, I admit it, I took bribes to smuggle a few crates from some people, but I swear I didn't know what they were planning! Then I passed along the contents of a caravan, and it got attacked, so the next time they asked me to send them information I refused. I even told my superiors that there were people pressuring me for information, but then they took my son so I didn't mention it again." He shakes his head, "I don't know who she was, the woman in the next room, she could have been anyone. She never spoke, just kept watch over me and made sure that I never did anything suspicious."
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06-26-2012, 01:49 PM
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Coenred frowns and sighs in exasperation. This was not as cut and dried as he had hoped. He steps forward and looks the man square in the eye and says, "I don't trust you. I think there's more you're not telling us. I think you knew more." I don't know if this is Bluff or Intimidate or Diplomacy or what. I'm calling it Bluff since that's his best chance
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His mind races. Can they afford to leave this Tranzig alone in town? Would the guard captain be willing to hold on to him until their return? He looks toward Lennart, hoping he hasn't derailed the man's... process? Sune preserve, how did I get in to this?!? Last edited by zebedee; 06-26-2012 at 04:06 PM.
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06-26-2012, 03:39 PM
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Lennart sighed in exasperation. It was clear that this man was forced into what he did, but Coenred seems to think he knows more that he's not
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"Well, Tranzing. We will help you save your son." Lennart says, realizing that this might be their only link to the Chill. Last edited by Antebellum; 06-26-2012 at 03:40 PM.
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