Seeing the half orc stagger after using his body for a gymnastic prop, Stephanie knew then her weight had been too taxing for him after all his injuries. He dropped off into the waves below. Thinking him surely dead, his friend immediately surrendered. An aching jaw and taste of blood lingered in sharp reminder why she had made a habit of avoiding brawls. Catching the green elixir pulled her from her thoughts, but she coyly delayed drinking until seeing the others do it themselves. After a surreptitious sniff at the odourless content, she turned herself enough away to allow herself to swish the healing potion in her stinging mouth before downing blood and potion in one. The mask was fully replaced when she turned back.
“Thanks for that. Did House Kane hook you up with a squire to help hold the fort as well?”
The con artist otherwise went uncharacteristically quiet when the second stranger asked her to tie them up, and she grasped the silken rope as the hand of a cheating spouse. Had the wizard not then tossed a line in an attempt to save the half-orc’s life, she would have listened to a quiet doubting voice saying the three thieves had been divided and unarmed, and still gave a strong reply. They weren’t taking Raam in a fair fight at all. She nodded approvingly when they somehow retrieved the exhausted half orc. Adrenaline fading, she reluctantly went to the unconscious man first, knelt down, and made two identical loops for Rickus’ hands at his back. Overlapping, looping, tightening, doubts softened as the handcuff knot formed. Two overhand knots finished it.
Stephanie moved over to dejected man second slowly, dagger to cut the rope in one hand, silken thread in the other. If they get arrested, they either fill some Justiciar’s palm to get out early, or we hope they’re so poor enough they’re easy targets to be beaten down for failing Raam later. That little helps anyone. She made a showing of circling and kneeling down in front of the human.
“Fox can get all the info he needs from Rickus’, the closest medical care for your buddy is with the Merchants, and working through Gotham’s gauntlet in your state is craving a knife to the kidneys.” She didn’t know how else to describe the lawless twisting nether of gangs that took over the nightlife at ground level every evening. Even for a Midtown thief, it was dangerous for Renk to limp around in his state. Only rooftops were mostly safe.
“You’ve got nothing if the knight hauls you in. But you get to Fox on your own two feet, sell Garrel to that old man like a dull knife to a haemophiliac, and warn about the Chraal? You got a solid shot at getting Dench the care he needs right now, and an easy bargain for Lord Fox’s protection. Anything less, and you’re done.”
Stephanie fixed the Midtown man with a steady gaze. Whatever else she made of most nobles in Gotham, no one that knew Lucius’ decades long record could question that the lesser lord knew how to protect his assets and thrive in the face of Raam.
“Meanwhile, we could use any details you can give us about the Chraal. Crew size, traps, any hostages? That kinda thing.”
Spoiler: Take 10 Diplomacy, as usual
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Result 28.
There’s probably important stuff to ask but I’m feeling OOC tired. I’m guessing for now that K: Local could at least tell me that the knight with the bat sigil is from house Kane. If not I’ll edit out later.
Re: 3.5e Batman Campaign (2.0)
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