Chapter 2: Phandalin
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"We should tie them up and turn them in after we are done here...or slay them," Sasha suggests quietly. "They may be drunk, but I prefer not to leave an enemy at my back."
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Arveene nods, and WHISPERS back, "Alright... Slay, then? I just spoke to the creature. It'll be lying in wait if we send them up as, well, 'payment'."
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Finished cleaning his boots the gnome shivers realizing what Arveene is thinking. "Cold hearted."
He shrugs, he doesn't mind, if they want to do that to these men who is he to stop them. Its one thing to kill man in a fight for your life, but another to parade them to their death in cold blood. These top siders are pretty cold blooded.
He shrugs, he doesn't mind, if they want to do that to these men who is he to stop them. Its one thing to kill man in a fight for your life, but another to parade them to their death in cold blood. These top siders are pretty cold blooded.
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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"Alright, let's do this and get on with it." Lorenzo assists with Arveene's plan.
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Grogg frowns at the goings-on, his expression looking conflicted. He is not an overly religious man, although he was raised under the directive of Gruumsh to "Raid, Kill, Conquer". He found peace living in the woods, interacting with communities only periodically. Over time he has re-examined his beliefs, and has started gravitating towards the worship of Tempus, Lord of Battles. Violence with a purpose, honor in combat, that sort of thing. Clearly conflicting views of taken from the religious angle.
Regardless, he doesn't feel certain enough about anything to step in and stop this. Something to emotionally grapple with later.
Regardless, he doesn't feel certain enough about anything to step in and stop this. Something to emotionally grapple with later.
Rule Number 12: "A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head."
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Hold no pity for those who suffer and die, for death is the natural end of life. Sasha barely whispers the words, though somewhere in the recesses of her mind she is aware of the strange inconsistencies she holds regarding the deaths of others and the death of her sister.
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As they present their offerings to the creature, the nothic telepathically says, "Food?"
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Well, dang it. This is the moment of truth, isn't it? Arveene looks between the creature and the back of the man in front of her. Whatever they are, or what they do, they can't deserve to be eaten alive. Can they? She looks back at the nothic's one eye, wondering if it can sense the party's dilemma, and what it feels. Schadenfreude? Delight? Nothing?
She casts Message again, but instead of the monster, the recipient is Sunny.
Message (Sunny)
You are right. This is foolish. Let's just kill them and be done with this. On my mark, alright?
She levels her rapier at the back of the Redbrand, where his heart should be, and hesitates for a beat, then looks down at her gnome friend, gives him a nod. She skewers the Redbrand with her blade.
Food, she answers. As we agreed.
She casts Message again, but instead of the monster, the recipient is Sunny.
Message (Sunny)
You are right. This is foolish. Let's just kill them and be done with this. On my mark, alright?
She levels her rapier at the back of the Redbrand, where his heart should be, and hesitates for a beat, then looks down at her gnome friend, gives him a nod. She skewers the Redbrand with her blade.
Food, she answers. As we agreed.