Spooks:
Gd'day gentlemen. Today we have a very special guest sent by the anonymous cult over yonder (pursed lips pointing to the direction of the tower) to grace our humble congregation with his esteemed presence. It is our pride that you (the guest) took some of your precious time to be with us in this fine and lovely evening. We will, as much as possible, extract...err...collect information from you, our honorable guest without compromising your dignified stature, but should circumstances forbid us the conduct of a gentlemanly conversation may our guest be respectfully advised that we can employ not so subtle methods of...hmmm...how does military types call it....tactical interrogation.
Very well then, let us begin. First, let me introduce myself, I'm Spooks (punches captive in the nose), and here are my co-incorporators of this small and simple association who will introduce themselves later and join us in this "joyous" occassion. Now to my questions...
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Below would be stated in a form of questions, with exclamation points instead of question marks. For example, "What is your name!", "What is your rank!", etc. At the same time I would bluff(+9) him that should he lie or fail to answer, he would set him free and bad mouth him for betraying their cult so that he would die a traitor's death.
Please fill in the blanks:
Name:
Rank:
Organization:
Leader:
Headquarters:
Purpose in Myth Drannor:
Number of members in Myth Drannor:
"No one betrays the cult. The sheer fanaticism makes it the least of their true concerns," the robed figured cackles. His voice is dry and at the same time deep, common among those who word the Art. He wears plain dark traveler's robes, and soft boots. He stands about 6 feet tall, lean, and clean-shaven. His purple half-cloak covers a good part of his face, but you can see he has grey eyes.
"I am Goas Mayr. I am a necromancer and I have hidden among the ranks of the cult for my own purposes. The wealth of Myth Drannor's tombs have beckoned me, and such lore I say should not go to waste by those incapable of understanding the true power that earth hides and were worms crawl."
"If you kill me you will have erased the sacredness of that knowledge, no matter if what I hold is but a portion. The Art is not only the focus of those who weild destructive fire, or those that perplex the minds of the unwary, nay, it also lends truth to those who stare at death."
"The cult's headquarters at Myth Drannor is a power to behold. Yes, you have to believe me for this, if it's the least you could do. They have covens of necromancers, and they have allies more powerful than them. They seek a source of ancient elven power, a mythal, the greatest of elven magics, but they have been thus unable to unlock the strong high elven magics that protect. But I sense they are already succeeding, the sky above you, a dark red haze is already an indication of their progress."
"They have sensed that I am more than curious about the business of the covens. Thus they have assigned me to the patrol, and not at the excavations. They know how to operate, they know what and how information is to be kept for the upper ranks. hey have even managed to uproot a suspected Harper agent. I was there to watch the man fed alive to ghouls."
"Only I suspect High Priest Ryngoth, the high-ranking cleric who is charge of the raising of undead at the Tower of Bones, to hold more knowledge to the cult's purposes."
"I still remember the maps of two excavations near Myth Drannor. I know not if it is of any value to you."
"But mighty as you are, they have the numbers, and their true power you have yet to discover. The only way you can reach the city unnoticed and unchallenge is through me," he grins almost evilly, and silently chuckles.
spooks contorts his face to imitate the baddest and meanest looking kordian pro-wresler in faerun. "whaaat! you've got to be kidding me! you people don't understand when you're beaten don't you? we set the conditions around here not you! everytime you prolong this conversation you are inching closer to the ground and be consumed by worms like you. you pretentious sonovamutherfuckabitch, did it ever cross your mind that we will agree with you to just waltz in there doing a do-re-mi number from the sound of music with you leading us like julie andrews."
"don't you ever doubt that by the end of this little chit-chat your death is not a distant possibility. i personally don't have any qualms about erasing the sacredness of your art, knowledge or whatever from the face of this planet. cooperate you must, abide you must and we might show you mercy."
"did you say you remember a map. draw it and mark the positions of all patrols, sappers, spotters, traps, and by traps, i mean all kinds, and hurry about it."
"so far you've given us a handful of information. covens of necromancers did you say, you better make a good estimate about it, or (bluff)you'll be estimating how many bits and pieces you'll be when i'm gonna fireball you! you said allies, you can elaborate on that, and please don't be imaginative, or (bluff) i'm gonna do something very very bad," winks at Goas. "but, i would like to know more."
"who leads this cult, at least in this digging site!, where is he now? (not mockery of the impotence of their leader, but a categorical question of the actual/probable location of the physcial presence of their leader)" "is there more information in the tower of bones that we need to discover?" "does this cult have a name, or what?"
"you say that the red haze is a sign, what sort of power are they trying to unleash or are you just messing with our minds, if its the latter, i'm telling you the scales of mercy is not tipping in your favor," feigning exasperation.
What is all this? Who started this? Pacs? You were never known for diplomacy. Whats going on? Now what would Jan do?
hehehe. naa miy q&a portion. later would be the gown, then the best part would be the swimsuit, but our captive doesn't know about that yet.
marns, unsa man imong i-ka suggest, for more creative ways of questioning. by creative walay labot nang mga yucky brokeback mountain-abu gharaib type of interrogation tactics.
speaking about jan, ni-balik na siya sa consolacion. wala na siya sa basak. for one thing, he wouldn't use his heavy paladin gauntlets to do the talking.
"goas, if you think the knowledge you possess will bring you good tidings, sorry to rain on your parade pal, but if that is the only thing that you bring to the table it's as good as nothing. and if you think we can't get in the city without your help, think again man-whore, (bluff)'coz were gonna whack all of them one by one. what kind of knowledge is it anyway, tell it to us now so that we may consider where your fate will lead you," doing the best godfather impersonation.
"better tell us what you know about this cult, 'coz i'm already itching to send you to your maker. capiche"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! I laugh at your obvious naivity!" Goas Mayr exclaimed. He does not seem to be concerned about the threats at his life. In fact, his gray eyes seem wildly aglow.
"Listen, mageling! Killing me in no way helps advance whatever cause your mighty band of adventurers is willing to carve out from this dead empire. One thing I am certain, you will not survive as long as you'd hope it to be!" He lets that bold statement sink into you. "Why, from the dozens and dozens you killed, you don't even know who you're really up against?" he asks. His face contorted to that of subtle mockery.
"Very well I have no choice but to educate you. Surely you know of the destruction, terror, and awesome might of dragons? Surely you know there are those who bow and serve to such power? And it does not even occur to you that what you face are those who indeed serve such evil powers? The Cult of the Dragon, my stupid, clueless captors, are upon you! They alone know how to make dragons capable of more power! And in return for their servititude, the dragons themselves unleash their wrath upon their enemies!" Catching his breath, Goas Mayr regards you and the rest of the companions with eager contempt.
"Bah, you will have to choose between blind faith in your prowess, or that of my offer. The former I doubt could take you that far. My offer still stands. I am not against you. But you choose to be against me. And to be fair, it is true that I am good as wormfood, but you know also, dear mageling, that even a bound mage can wreak havoc if it's the least he can do?" Goas Mayr snickers.
"ha-ha to you too. we know about the cult already, we we're just fishing out other info," feigning authority and confidence. "oh, you need not worry about our prowess, we have been very lucky so far, in fact we caught you," letting sarcasm splatter all over the cave floor.
"why do I get the feeling that when we are inside the ruined city you'll turn us in? for that matter, what will stop you from turning on us when we are inside, eh?" looking at him with blank stares. "i cannot emphasize more that your fate stands on a precipice, i cannot care more if you live or die right here, right now, but being a good non-practicing psuedo-boccobian i must look after my fellow practioners of the arcane art."
"so, what is it gonna be pal, you tell us everything you know about this operation, and we'll let you do what you wanna do, and that means taking us to the city with your guidance, or the other sad ending. you choose."
"Ah yes, now you and I are actually conversing," Goas Mayr retorts. The blood trickling from his bleeding nose (thanks to Spook's bare-knuckled introduction of sorts) almost stopped. Grimacing, he starts to explain.
"The excavation sites around Polyandrium are busy from dawnbreak to dusk. Patrols are few and scattered during the night, but led by able necromancers. They try to hunt the wandering dead, the restless orcish warriors of old still prowling their eternal nights lusting for their forgotten war."
"So far I only know of 2 tombs whose wards and seals have already been breached. There is a fresh tomb recently opened yesterday. But I also heard it is contained within a dead magic zone. There remain three sealed crypts, their portal wards still strong. The cult is now trying to look for the wardstones--the elven runestones--and the words of power to unseal them. These crypts, to my knowledge, each entomb one of Myth Drannor's champions," Goas Mayr's grey eyes shone of excitement as the drips of blood from his nose now stained his purple half-cloak.
Tarbash, who had been silent all the time in wide-eyed wonder, chimed in, "Wohohohohoo, lots of puzzles, lots of traps, and lots of loot!"
"Lots of cultists as well eager to break in before you do, gnome," Goas spat.
"Now, Spooks, your name is it? What crude ingenuity might have befuddled your progenitors! You, with my assistance, must try to find the runestones before your enemies do. Perhaps they have already been found, I do not doubt. The cult suspects magical treasures inside those crypts, and they may have need for it for purposes that only Ryngoth at the Tower of Bones may know."
"I am still a cultist, and a wearer of purple to them, you have to don the cloaks if you wish to go the subtler approach. I must appear to be your superior if you want this subterfuge to go on as smoothly as the caresses of Sunes' love maidens."
"My uncles beard! That, bleeding-nose wormfood, is nasty!" Tarbash gives a high-pitched whistle. "When me and cousin Robelard get our share of loot..."
"Well, "Spooks", there are still a few hours left before dusk, kill me, go home, become a cultist, or what have you... go and prosper," mocked Goas in a bored fashion.
"have you heard of the calimshan shuffle?" i ask goas, which obviously he hasn't heard about. "would answer why my name is spooks."
"r u suggesting we're going back to the tower of bones to find out more about ryngoth's plans, or r u saying we go immediately to the dig sites?" spooks ask goas.
then spooks, turning his attention towards companions asks, "anyways, what say you?" looking at their direction.
He, he,he,he,he...... KILL!!! KILL!!!! Oh, but we want the NPC alive, so, you guys can just rough him up a little bit. Wala ko interrogation tactics, you know I dnt do that.
Wala ko atong libroha Rabs.
poys pwede i-settle lang nato ang situation after atong scuffle against sa zombies aron inig ka sunday combat na diretso kun asa mi ma-abot.
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