Kanus, upon hearing this tale, grumbles loudly. His eyes shift about as the clock-works in his head run through possibilities. Eventually, he closes his eyes and reaches a hand up to the back of his neck to massage it.

After a short moment, he says, "I think we should take them with us. They won't cause us any more trouble, and, at the very least, Stabby has given a combat-handicap to one of them, already. If they wanted to cause us trouble, they would end up right back here. Nevertheless, Father will like to see them, I think, and find out which "girl" they are talking about, and for whom they work. However, now that we seem to be having some trouble..." Kanus trails off his sentence. Placing two fingers in his mouth, he lets out a very loud, very shrill whistle.[/color]

(DM: See PM)

20 years of training, schooling and near conditioning have left Larkspur with on very clear effect, you keep your appointments... and promises, but that has little to do with the case at the moment. Shortly before leaving Larkspur quickly 'borrows' one of the rings for inspeaction.
[Knowledge: Royalty/Nobles 7+9=16].
But all in all he is glad to be moving again, he has an appointment, and a reputation to keep after all, and best of all, no blood on his good clothes.

Stabby raises Stabbity death to his ear. "What's that? I don't know. What did the Indian hooker say to the witch doctor? Oh, hahaha! Stabbity death, you've got the greatest sense of humor!" Stabby gets a questioning look on his face. "What's that? You're thirsty? Well, go ahead and drink up!" With that, Stabby grabs the uncooperative prisoner by the hair, snatches his head back, and runs the very sharp dagger across the man's throat.

[Do I really need to roll anything for that?]

Stabby brings the blade into a threatening position in front of the so far silent one. "Stabbity Death here is still thirsty. Behave or I'll let him drink up."

Turning to the others, he gestures over his shoulder with his head at the remaining prisoners. "Help me get them into the cart."

Frick, have you guys been ignoring me, or is it just because Fiss hasn't said anything? I was under the assumption we were all under way, that everyone was already loaded back into the cart, and that we were still progressing to the castle while the interrigation/conversation continued... I mean, I've been driving for the last three posts or so.

Uther eyes the dead-dying-or-just-really-nervous man in the back of his cart, and then Stabby. He's silent for a moment, then speaks.

"Sta, I ken ye're mah billie, an' I'm nae stranger tae Auld Shanks, but there's a line 'tween crockin' a man when hae's tryin' tae crock you, and crockin' a man helpless and tied up. And, thoo I'm nae one tae talk, there is the wee issue of wha' the law has tae say aboot it. Especial in broad daylight, like, where farmers and magistrates may see. So, 'less ye want tae condemn us all tae be fugees, I'd appreciate your not slitting any more throats where we can see 'em, aye?

'Sides, it's right hard tae sleep next to a man too given tae slitting throats, ken?"

OOC: Sorry about not responding later yesterday - was in the middle of my PC format/reinstall.

Unless any of you have objections, I'll take it you want to bring the attackers with you and get some assistance from the cops in town. Correct? Madam K. will help out by driving so you guys can continue having fun with the prisoners. Uther takes the prisoners in the spare cart, and it looks like the mules will at least make it the day without collapsing so long as they don't have to hurry.


The vocal anger dies down as you all begin to get moving again. Stabby continues to try to get some information out of the guards.

The guards are pretty quiet despite the threats. The one with the blade-to-his-throat seems to be content to die if it means you learn nothing else. However, the one who has given you most of the info seems more worried about attacks from outside the cart. His nerves are pretty ragged, and all you hear from him is the mantra:

"Boss is goinna kill me...Boss is goinna kill me..." with the occational moment of clarity where he mentiones "I hope it's quick..."

You reach the the gates of the Palace without further incident, and are admitted by a number of guards who look at your prisoners curiously.


OOC: Here's your chance to correct me on any logistics of the situation, and inform the gards what you would like done.

[Heh, if you don't mind me inserting this before we get there...]

Stabby shrugs at his brother's comments. "I suppose you're right."

Stabby leans down and touches then man while concentrating.
[Concentrate: 10+7=17]
[Cure Moderate Wounds: 2d8+4, Roll: 7+4=11, Max: 10 points healed.]

Stabby looks at his brothers, "Curious thing, I just had the weirdest thought of the phrases 'control-X' and 'control-Z'. I wonder what that could mean?"

"Well?" Stabby asks the guy questioningly. "Aren't you going to thank you for saving your life?"

Upon arriving at the palace, Kanus promptly checks his weapons with the palace guards, as he's done before. He relates what happened on the way up here to the guards who took his weapons, but ends with, "I'm not sure what we are doing with them. I assumed we would merely hand them over to you." Kanus finishes his sentence while looking back at his friends for signs of disagreement.

(OOC: Whoops. Missed the updates.)

OOC: Forgive my lack of posting. Here we go!


The guards recognize you instantly and assist with the process of getting you all prepared for the meeting with the king.

One guard turns to you and says: "We can keep them in the locker while you're busy. Anything you want us to ask them or ... beat out of them?" he grins happily.

Madam Karch's humour with the situation fades as you register your weapons with the main gate guard. "I want to get back to the orphanage as soon as possible. It sounds like something serious is happening. At least we'll get some more info from the Guard."



Anything you want to do / talk to guards, do it now. I may be slow with the next reply, just for your heads up.

Kanus immediately responds, "They mentioned trying to get some girl. Would you be able to find out which girl? They thought we had her, but his reaction didn't seem to indicate Mrs. Karch."

(OOC: Because no one declared otherwise, I'm going to claim I grabbed up the other two rings. Not that our characters would be aware of something like this, but I highly doubt they would be magical. Also, I'm assuming we split the gold relatively evenly between us. I'll take 8 gold which leaves 9 gold for the three of you. That leaves the crossbow and bolts to be claimed if anyone wants them.)

Kanus holds out his hand, producing the one of the platinum rings the attackers had. "They were wearing rings. This is one of them. Do you know to what the insignia refers?"

[Editted to be accurate regarding the rings.]

Larkspur took a ring for reference earlier. Unless someone else claimed one, you have 2 .


The guard asks if he can take a closer look at the ring. "I have a friend in the Castle Registry who might recognize the coat of arms. Can I borrow this?"

"Sure." (OOC: Gobble Gobble wibble wobble. Uh oh. Now, there is one.)