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There we go. It's a touch difficult there. Nasty, that trap is. Lady Circe cast a fly spell on me. You already to continue, Zeke?
If there is no discontent from Zeke or Circe, Byron will pick up Zeke and float across the trap, placing him on the other side. And then Byron will begin to float just off the ground, moving forwards.
((...right, I was waiting for something but yanno what let's skip it.))
The three of you continue through the passageway. As you make a turn to the left, you spy the peasants that Zeke suggested - lying in puddles of their own blood in the hallway, having been stabbed just as Maphid was.
Circe looks nauseated at the sight of the bodies. She hitches up her skirts to avoid trailing them in any of the pooled blood. "How barbaric can they get?" she mutters.
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((I'm going to pretend that that was an action, not a statement, for the sake of the game advancing a touch more.))
You continue through the passage, encountering no more traps or dead people, until you reach a huge, pillared chamber. A dozen of the missing peasants, most of whom Byron recognizes, form a line across the chamber, barring your path.
((Please indicate whether you are going to step into the chamber or not when you post, even if you just want to post dialogue.))
"If you're truly Maphid you know our home is here now!" shouts one of the peasants - Lartec, the baker's son, Byron recognizes. "Come no farther, any of you!"
Byron decides to discard the charade, shifting back to his native appearance.
I'm not Maphid, I'm Byron. I've come to find out why my brother died. You all know I've trained for battle in Kord's academy. I pray I will not have to take my answers from your corpses.
With the attention on Byron, Circe attempts to judge how alert and hostile the peasants are. She casts Eagle's Splendor on herself and watches the reaction of the crowd. (Takes her cha from 17 to 21)
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Tarsa, you knew me. Maphid was killed. I need closure. I need answers. Kord demands I seek them, especially since there is such a struggle to find them.
As far as you can tell, the peasants would all like to see you dead, but for whatever reason, are not yet attacking. Some of them notice you casting a spell and start forward, looking like that might be reason to attack, but upon finding that it has no immediately threatening effect, they return to their original places in line.
"I know you, and I know this is none of your business, closure or no. What your infidel's god demands is no fit reason for me to go against our orders," says Tarsa stonily.
"And what are those orders?" the sorceress asks, sounding almost bored.
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Circe shakes out a handful of gold (10 gp) and displays it in one gloved hand. "Perhaps a little coin would loosen your tongue? Or at least make it more civil," she says. Her voice mixes boredom and a little irritation at the tone of the rabble.
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You insult this good Lady, Lartec. And now, I must ask you to stand aside.
Byron continues forward across the chamber, his weapon drawn, but not attacking. If he reaches the line of peasants, he will attempt to push through them, only attacking if he must, and making non-lethal strikes.
Circe mutters the words to a cantrip before following Byron in a more haughty manner. (Casting Detect Magic, and gazing at the people with it.)
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I very much doubt that. I've trained for battle for years. You know that, all of you do. If any of you are standing at the end of an encounter, I'd be sorely disappointed in myself. More likely you'll all be unconscious. Stand aside, don't make me hurt you.
Intimidate: (1d20+2)[19]
((PS If Diplomacy would be an acceptable skill to use, even with that tactic, my modifier is +10 rather than +2)).
Byron then continues forward, attempting to pass the line of peasants.
Circe uses one more spell-- Charm Person-- this time on Lartec. (Spell DC 16 to resist)
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