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[You never know.  Miracles do happen, praise Kol Korran.]

[Good enough that he's not insulted, not good enough to actually make him doubt what he knows.]

Tarravan looks unimpressed.  "We know you're out of Fort Deepdark.  This exchange of information ceases to be useful for us if there is no true information being exchanged."

[That's true, but intended to mislead, so I think it needs a bluff check as well, albeit an easier DC one.]

He sighs, and says, without guile, "I've always been averse to the use of force in interrogations.  Recent events are testing my dedication to principle."

"Do you need a knife, sir?"  calls Atrelioth.

"No, thank you," he replies testily.

"Look," I say, swallowing a little, cause if this Tarravan doesn't want to try beating it out of us and if we already killed one of his buddies and he doesn't have any use left for us the outcome is pretty clear, and lean forward, gazing at him steadily.  "I'm Astra, once of Atur, and later of the edge of the Nightwood just to the south.  You ever been in that area, you probably heard of me, cause this is what I do.  I take jobs to kill bandits and kill monsters from the forest for free and find missing kids.  And maybe it aint my place to say everything I know about everything when I'm working, or run my mouth about who's paying me, but I'm only here cause someone's missing and needs help, and cause I need money to look after my sick sister and her kid.  And that's the truth, my hand to the gods.  I aint your enemy."

[I mean, I think she probably is technically their enemy, but she doesn't know that lol]

"Look," I say, swallowing a little, cause if this Tarravan doesn't want to try beating it out of us and if we already killed one of his buddies and he doesn't have any use left for us the outcome is pretty clear, and lean forward, gazing at him steadily.  "I'm Astra, once of Atur, and later of the edge of the Nightwood just to the south.  You ever been in that area, you probably heard of me, cause this is what I do.  I take jobs to kill bandits and kill monsters from the forest for free and find missing kids.  And maybe it aint my place to say everything I know about everything when I'm working, or run my mouth about who's paying me, but I'm only here cause someone's missing and needs help, and cause I need money to look after my sick sister and her kid.  And that's the truth, my hand to the gods.  I aint your enemy."

He sighs again, looking at her critically, even as he takes on board what she's saying.  "All else aside, the necromancy is still a problem, Astra," he says frankly.

Quote from: Aden on June 11, 2016, 04:01:23 PM

I hand them over. I'm not a complete idiot.

"I have a question. Who benefits from a weakened Karrnath?"

"Anyone who doesn't want to be a zombie?" Atrelioth scoffs.

Tarravan replies evenly, "I suppose that depends on whether one views Karrnath as a single entity."

"Well that's interesting. Do you serve your version of Karrnath? Or a different country?"

"Well that's interesting. Do you serve your version of Karrnath? Or a different country?"

"My turn," he says.  "How many people have you eaten?"

"What's wrong about something that don't hurt no one?" I ask sceptically.

"It is inherently wrong," he says firmly.  "However, if expedience is the only reasoning you've been raised to understand, I put it to you thus:  you are ripping spirits and souls away from their repose, forcing them into bodies that are spectral or lumps of dead, mangled flesh, then compelling them to carry out your will.  I can think of few things less hurtful, Astra."

Quote from: Aden on June 11, 2016, 04:17:26 PM

"Well that's interesting. Do you serve your version of Karrnath? Or a different country?"

"My turn," he says.  "How many people have you eaten?"

"Seven," I reply promptly, "but they were all bad people. There was a shepherd named Brad who had raped a very young woman. There was two priests of the Silver Flame who decided that they wanted a prosperous farm in Zilargo so they accused the owners, an elderly couple, of witchcraft and convinced the villagers to burn them at the stake. They were delicious.

"I only 'eat' bad people. Usually I sup, just a little. What would you taste like commander? Would you taste sour, like a lifetime of evil deeds? Or would your blood be pure, like fresh honey?"

"It openly admits to murder and cannibalism," the commander observes, looking nauseated under his healthy tan.  "I do not think you did it any favors by insisting it face due process rather than a quick clean end in combat."

"Help the badgers and shit pass on?" I ask, confused.

"Help the badgers and shit pass on?" I ask, confused.

"You said they were stuck here in undeath," he says reasonably.  "That sounds cruel, even for a dumb animal.  I would not torture my horse so, for example."  He shakes his head, unironic.   "I recall my first sight of your skeleton horses.  Nightmarish."