Dwarf is stirring.

Thoten Ashbeard:
"The ghost of Adler, Come to seek his revenge?"

Adler Dolverst:
"Yes, you did my spirit a great injustice with your pitiful word play."
* Adler Dolverst acts like a ghost
* Captive Dwarf recognizes Adler's jacket

Thoten Ashbeard:
"For a ghost, you're awfully critical of my work."
* Thoten Ashbeard chuckles.

Adler Dolverst:
((I got it at kohls))

Captive Dwarf:
(Dwarven) "It was terrible. Ye should never be a bard."
* Lance Wester starts grinning manically

Lance Wester:
"Look at that. I didn't know you were awake."

Adler Dolverst:
"What is he blathering on about?"

Adler Dolverst:
((doesn't speak dwarf))

Thoten Ashbeard:
*Dwarven* "All I hear is blah blah, cut off my beard, blah blah."

Lance Wester:
"I think it might be time to...talk."

Captive Dwarf:
"I sai' you sho' thow 'im in the fire for wha' he calls music!"

Lance Wester:
"Someone hand me a knife."
* Captive Dwarf pales suddenly.

Thoten Ashbeard:
"It was a eulogy swine. I was beset by strong emotion for the loss of my good friend Adlek."

Thoten Ashbeard:
"Adlet."

Thoten Ashbeard:
"Whatever."
* Captive Dwarf struggles agains his bonds.

Lance Wester:
"You're acting a bit too serious. It was only a song, after all."
Red:
((Now, as for the torture...))
Lance Wester: (( no torture ))

Thoten Ashbeard:
((intimidate rolls?))
Lance Wester: (( just being creepy as fuck ))
Red:
((probably, yeah.))

Thoten Ashbeard:
"Now, shall you start cutting or shall I, Lance?"
* Thoten Ashbeard grins evilly!

Lance Wester:
"Wait a second Thoten."

Thoten Ashbeard:
Thoten Intimidate check! 18

Lance Wester:
"Now let me make this clear, dwarfy. I have two ways to do this."

Lance Wester:
"The first one is the good old knife. The second is something we fouund on your dead friend. Which do you want?"
* Captive Dwarf spits

Lance Wester:
"I know how to decide this!"
* Lance Wester pulls out a coin
* Captive Dwarf rolls 10 ranged touch attack to hit with spit

Captive Dwarf:
((probably misses.))

Lance Wester:
"Heads, and we're going to put a smie on that face. Tails, and we're having a drinking contest."
* Captive Dwarf spits again.

Lance Wester:
14 intimidate

Captive Dwarf:
14 spit touch attack

Captive Dwarf:
((and this is not going to be a simple process...))

Lance Wester:
" My, you ruined my shoe. Why so serious?"
* Adler Dolverst pulls out some rope and garrotes the dwarf
* Lance Wester pulls out the dwarfbane

Lance Wester:
"Would you mind reading this?"
* Captive Dwarf pales further.

Lance Wester:
"Thirsty?"

Lance Wester:
21 intimidate
* Captive Dwarf does what he can to back up
* Lance Wester opens the bottle
Dwarmin is disconnected.

Adler Dolverst:
((must of been too much for the guy))

Captive Dwarf:
((that was Thoten, correct?))
Lance Wester: (( yup ))

Adler Dolverst:
((yerp))

Captive Dwarf:
*gasp*

Lance Wester:
"Let's fix that."

Lance Wester:
"Or.... are you afraid of this poison?"

Adler Dolverst:
((lame line))
* Captive Dwarf is still garroted
Dwarmin has connected.

Captive Dwarf:
((when did you cut off?))

Lance Wester:
"I still have other ways to kill you, you know. If you surrender now, you can still get this painless one."

Lance Wester:
"Or maybe none at all. Depends on how happy your information makes me."

Lord Urist:
((what I said earlier about dwarfbane being what the rogue took, not true.))

Lord Urist:
((rogue took the easy stuff. Liquid death.))

Lord Urist:
((dwarfbane is nasty, especially on dwarves.))
Lance Wester: (( thats the point ))

Lord Urist:
((ah, the easy way would be the dagger?))
Lance Wester: (( lets put a smile on that face ))
* Captive Dwarf is still garroted.

Adler Dolverst:
"I don't think drinking it would be enough"
* Adler Dolverst pops hidden blade super close the dwarfs face

Adler Dolverst:
"perhaps an injection?"

Adler Dolverst:
13

Adler Dolverst:
that's intimidate

Lance Wester:
"But it's so much funnier when they can taste their iminent death."

Thoten Ashbeard:
"He'll do it!"

Thoten Ashbeard:
Thoten Intimidate check! 12
* Captive Dwarf gurgles

Lance Wester:
20 intimidate

Thoten Ashbeard:
((also, I gotta go guys. Gonna get some sleep lol. sorry for bailing))
* Adler Dolverst loosesn rope then tightens it back up

Thoten Ashbeard:
((zoom))
Lance Wester: (( bye ))

Captive Dwarf:
((ah, it's fine.))
Dwarmin is disconnected.
* Captive Dwarf gasps for the second the rope is loosened.
* Captive Dwarf is trying to clear his throat.

Adler Dolverst:
((i'm not so much choking him as pulling his head back, if he doesn't struggle he'll be fine))
Lance Wester: (( I just gie the creepiest grin I have ))

Captive Dwarf:
(Dwarven) "I... *cough* talk... *cough* two things."
* Thoten Ashbeard retcons out of existence

Lance Wester:
"Go on.."

Thoten Ashbeard:
((you speak dwarven?))
Lance Wester: (( yup ))

Captive Dwarf:
(Dwarven) "Burial... *cough* kill... *cough* promise me."

Lance Wester:
"No problem. You will be buried well..."

Adler Dolverst:
((OH I'll bury you alright, bury you in your grave!... wait.))

Captive Dwarf:
(Dwarven) "*cough* other *cough* river *cough* reinfo-*coughs* Batta."

Lance Wester:
"Who's Batta? That information doesn't make me happy."

Adler Dolverst:
"what other river?"

Adler Dolverst:
((scratch that))

Adler Dolverst:
((dont' speak dwarf))

Lord Urist:
"Batta would be the one who ambushed us at the camp."

Lord Urist:
"Before the forest."

Lord Urist:
((Err, meant to be OOC))
Lance Wester: (( was he killed? ))

Lord Urist:
((But he came out and shouted "You think you can stand up to Batta the Beast!?"))

Lord Urist:
((and yeah))

Lance Wester:
"Batta was weak. He screamed like a little girl."

Captive Dwarf:
(Dwarven) "*Cough* Not *coughs* meant..."

Lance Wester:
"They're here to help him?"

Lance Wester:
"Avvenge him?"

Captive Dwarf:
(Dwarven) "After what *coughcough*, Sir *cough* rein- *cough*"

Lance Wester:
"The human that was with you?"

Captive Dwarf:
(Dwarven, through heavy coughing) "Yes."

Lance Wester:
"WHAT'S HIS NAME?"

Lance Wester:
"TELL ME!"

Adler Dolverst:
((why is this bitch coughing so much))

Captive Dwarf:
(Dwarven, again, all you can discern through heavy coughing) "Went by... Sir... Car(something)...

Adler Dolverst:
((get this guy a cough drop))

Lance Wester:
"If you would stop coughing, you would make me a lot happier. I don't like being unhappy."

Captive Dwarf:
((Asthma? I don't know, seems appropriate for an interrogation to only yield bits and scraps of info.))
Lance Wester: (( damnit, I'm not going out of this without a name ))

Captive Dwarf:
(Dwarven, with less coughing but a weaker and raspy voice.) "Carl of the Forest, he called himself."

Lance Wester:
"You don't know more?"

Captive Dwarf:
(same) "Met in Empire..."

Adler Dolverst:
((carl carl carl of the forest, strong as he can be, aaiiieiaiaiaiaieeee look out for that "pine" tree.))

Captive Dwarf:
"Came with... rode away when we heard music"

Lance Wester:
"Thoten....."

Captive Dwarf:
"Get rein... force after what happened to *cough* Batta."

Lance Wester:
"Well, that is nice and all, but why is he working with you dwarfes?"
Red:
Through the resulting coughing fit, you can discern a single word.
Red:
"Gold."

Adler Dolverst:
((cough then talk you twit!))

Lance Wester:
"A Mercenarie. Must be a damn good one if he acts as a leutnant."

Captive Dwarf:
"Help us..."

Captive Dwarf:
"they said... caravan laden in gold (sounds sort of like "killed") Batta

Captive Dwarf:
"We look for... cough... noble dwarf."

Captive Dwarf:
"That what (Dwarven name) said, anyway.))

Captive Dwarf:
((end that in quotes, not OOC))

Lance Wester:
"And people like Batta help you?"

Captive Dwarf:
"Many bases... druid fighting..."

Lance Wester:
"He's in your way, isn't he, that druid?"
Red:
As he begins to utter a word, you hear a scream.
Red:
no, not hear...
Red:
feel the air warp and twist around you in an eldritch way.
* Captive Dwarf pales again

Lance Wester:
"This is bad, isn't it?"

Captive Dwarf:
(Dwarven) "The Ravagers."
* Adler Dolverst undoes garrote

Captive Dwarf:
(Dwarven) "Or a Ravager."

Lance Wester:
"Who are they?"
* shrub 1 appears, and speaks in a strange and unintelligible language.
Red:
despite this, a series of images and emotions flash through your heads... one is prominent.
Red:
a vaguely humanoid creature, blood on its razor-sharp claws, howling the scream that seems to bend the world.
Red:
sometimes one, sometimes many, always killing.
* shrub 1 buggers off