12.07.2005
A Wonderful Magical Jewel
Apprentice Steve blogrolls a 6, is Held, and promptly falls off the horse. You tie him up and gag him for good measure.
Dave FoO, you aren't sure if 'Abbey' recognizes you or not. Now that you think more about it, wasn't the original Abbey a half-elf? This girl doesn't look half-elven; no pointy ears. She's acting sort of creepy though- I guess that's a point in favor of her really being 'Abbey'.
Odin also doesn't tell you jack. You're the Fist of Odin, not his ethical mouthpiece. You decide what Odin's law is, and carry it out.
You ask Vrill some more questions.
"The Knights of Armek? Come on, what, were you living in a cave? Oh wait..." Vrill thinks for a second. "Maybe, yeah, okay, maybe you don't know, since I sent you away. I can't believe you escaped from that, frankly, your DM sucks. Anyway, no one knows who... or what... the Knights of Armek are, or what they want. All we know is that they killed a lot of people and destroyed Greyhelm. I know a few secrets about them, but you know what? I'm not going to tell you, because if I tell you, then you'll just kill me. If you want to learn the secrets, you have to let me live! Let me walk out of here and I'll drop the spell on Brogg when I'm safe in the owlbear factory. Sponsored by your church, Brogg, I'll have you know. Yes, it's true. The Church of Grisbane has accepted owlbears into their faith, and is now based out of my owlbear factory! I bet you want to know the story behind that, heh heh."
"I really don't know where I sent you guys. All I know is that the mirror was supposed to send you far away and put you to sleep for thousands of years. The Oracle, huh? Well isn't that interesting. And I have no idea what the 'Crystal G' is. Sounds like a wonderful magical jewel or something. I'd offer to take a look at it for you if I wasn't at 0 hp, on my knees, with a monk about to rip my head off, and if I didn't hate you back equally."
Vrill is quick to addend that last part. "But come on! Hate doesn't equal murder! I bet you guys hate all sorts of things, do you really have to murder everything you hate? That's not a very nice philosophy. Not very ethical, huh Dave and Brogg, is it? Unless you worship the god of murder, which I know you don't."
"Now, I'd appreciate it if you'd untie my apprentice, let me up, and let me, my daughter, and my apprentice take our horse and get out of here. You have my word I won't try to hurt or kill you unless you come after me first. I'm just going to hole up at the Vrill and Co. Owlbear Factory and Church of Grisbane. Maybe someday, we can even attend a Grito social event at the same location, or let you work with me to defeat the Knights of Armek. Maybe. How about it?" Vrill tries, weakly, to remove Marivhon's hands from his neck and to stand up.
Dave FoO, you aren't sure if 'Abbey' recognizes you or not. Now that you think more about it, wasn't the original Abbey a half-elf? This girl doesn't look half-elven; no pointy ears. She's acting sort of creepy though- I guess that's a point in favor of her really being 'Abbey'.
Odin also doesn't tell you jack. You're the Fist of Odin, not his ethical mouthpiece. You decide what Odin's law is, and carry it out.
You ask Vrill some more questions.
"The Knights of Armek? Come on, what, were you living in a cave? Oh wait..." Vrill thinks for a second. "Maybe, yeah, okay, maybe you don't know, since I sent you away. I can't believe you escaped from that, frankly, your DM sucks. Anyway, no one knows who... or what... the Knights of Armek are, or what they want. All we know is that they killed a lot of people and destroyed Greyhelm. I know a few secrets about them, but you know what? I'm not going to tell you, because if I tell you, then you'll just kill me. If you want to learn the secrets, you have to let me live! Let me walk out of here and I'll drop the spell on Brogg when I'm safe in the owlbear factory. Sponsored by your church, Brogg, I'll have you know. Yes, it's true. The Church of Grisbane has accepted owlbears into their faith, and is now based out of my owlbear factory! I bet you want to know the story behind that, heh heh."
"I really don't know where I sent you guys. All I know is that the mirror was supposed to send you far away and put you to sleep for thousands of years. The Oracle, huh? Well isn't that interesting. And I have no idea what the 'Crystal G' is. Sounds like a wonderful magical jewel or something. I'd offer to take a look at it for you if I wasn't at 0 hp, on my knees, with a monk about to rip my head off, and if I didn't hate you back equally."
Vrill is quick to addend that last part. "But come on! Hate doesn't equal murder! I bet you guys hate all sorts of things, do you really have to murder everything you hate? That's not a very nice philosophy. Not very ethical, huh Dave and Brogg, is it? Unless you worship the god of murder, which I know you don't."
"Now, I'd appreciate it if you'd untie my apprentice, let me up, and let me, my daughter, and my apprentice take our horse and get out of here. You have my word I won't try to hurt or kill you unless you come after me first. I'm just going to hole up at the Vrill and Co. Owlbear Factory and Church of Grisbane. Maybe someday, we can even attend a Grito social event at the same location, or let you work with me to defeat the Knights of Armek. Maybe. How about it?" Vrill tries, weakly, to remove Marivhon's hands from his neck and to stand up.
