Solitary Confinement Cell
[Pleasant]
This small cell is little more than a wretched hole, dim and fetid with
damp. A cold stone floor is littered with a thin layer of rotting straw, a
reeking chamber pot in one corner and a bucket of fetid water in another.
The proportions of the cell barely allow for five paces in each direction,
heavy iron shackles fixed into the northern wall. A heavy wooden door is
set in the southern wall, reinforced and bolted.
[ Exits: south ]
A broad man, with curly, long black hair is chained to the northern wall by his wrists and ankles and has a black sack over his head. [App: 3]
He is stark naked.
You have arrived.
You close the southern door.
The key turns easily in the southern door with an Ahalin Tower key.
A broad man, with curly, long black hair turns his head toward Jenifyr, He says in a muffled voice, “Who’s there?”
“I’m Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova,” Jenifyr announces placidly as she locks the door behind her and passes the keys to the guard outside the window. “I’ve come to speak with you on matters of your presence here. Are you gagged, my good man?” [Jenifyr]
A broad man, with curly, long black hair turns his head toward Jenifyr and nods.
Jenifyr approaches a broad man, with curly, long black hair and reaches up to remove the hood from his head. “What is your name?” she inquires calmly, blue eyes like pools of water as she observes him.
A broad man, with curly, long black hair spits out the gag, a bit of dried blood absorbed in the cloth. “Tiverius Zichari” he says as he looks at Jenifyr. He stands and comes to the full extent of his bonds.
From here on you will remember a broad man, with curly, long black hair as Tiverius Zichari.
You will now speak Vandagan.
Jenifyr cocks her head as she looks Tiverius Zichari over, “Are you Vandagan, Master Zichari?” she wonders.
[Action: Tiverius Zichari is standing here speaking with Jenifyr, securely bound by iron chains.]
Tiverius Zichari nods his head at Jenifyr “Yes, I hail from Vandago.” He looks around the cell curiously.
Jenifyr seems to be saddened by this, “I’m sorry that you’re here. I dislike inquisitioning my own countrymen, especially on foreign soil.”
“Why are you here, Master Zichari?” Jenifyr wonders as she moves away from him to lean against the wall, lightly crossing her arms under her ample bosom. [Jenifyr]
Tiverius Zichari is standing here speaking with Jenifyr, securely bound by iron chains.
He is stark naked.
You see a broad man with curly, long black hair before you. His
compexion is light brown, and rough. His hair is tied back, keeping it out
of his face. His facial features are rough, with a round jaw, and thick
coal-black beard. His eyes are a gentle contrast, being a light-blue
color, and fall under two dark, bushy, eyebrows. His frame is broad, and
solid. Thick muscles show signs of hard labor, and toil. He purses his
lips from time to time in concentration.
He is taller than you by a hand and a half.
They seem to have the following injuries:
A light bruise on the right foot [Untreated]
He cannot move well due to his injuries.
Tiverius Zichari chuckles at Jenifyr “Apparently, I was accused of magery by a corrupt Reeve.” He looks around the cell again, and past the cell doorway.”
Jenifyr leans against the wall, speaking with Tiverius Zichari.
Tiverius Zichari rubs his left wrist, where the shackle has cut into the skin.
Tiverius Zichari looks at Jenifyr and says, “I was accused of magery by Edvard ab Stirke.”
Jenifyr wanders closer to Tiverius Zichari, reaching up with a pair of fine, fingerless scarlet suede gloves to lift the black curls from Tiverius Zichari’s shoulders. Her thumb strokes one of the curls. “Hmm, tell me about Edvard ab Stirke. I’ve heard rumors of him being, well, less than savory.”
You think to yourself, “Black curls – I wonder if this is the man Felicie reported.”
Tiverius Zichari turns his head as Jenifyr touches his hair. “Yes, He’s a bandit and high ranking member of the Brotherhood of Common Goods. And by all standards… vile.”
Jenifyr releases Tiverius Zichari’s hair and backs out of his reach, “Aye, we’ve heard the same. Why did he accuse you of magery?” Jenifyr wonders as she tranquilly wanders back to the cell door and calls the guard, “Prepare a message, if you will.”
Tiverius Zichari smiles at Jenifyr “Probably because I wanted him dead.” He looks at Jenifyr up and down before returning his eyes to hers.
Jenifyr passes a whispered message to the guard, “Master ab Stirke, the Inquisitor, Jenifyr von Vakhrova, requests that you immediately send her a report regarding your accusations of magery of Master Tiverius Zichari. She is in cells with him now, and requires this information to expedite his Review of Faith, and she thanks you for your timely assistance,” but only parts are able to be heard.
Message sent.
Jenifyr turns back to Tiverius Zichari, “Why do you want him dead, and have you taken any actions thus?”
Your messenger to Edvard was received.
Tiverius Zichari looks past Jenifyr to the doorway, “I wanted him dead because he would be able to denounce me.” He turns his head a bit before saying, “Though I didn’t take direct action against him. In fact, he called me.”
“Denounce you as a mage?” Jenifyr asks coolly, eyes roving over Tiverius Zichari with perhaps more appreciation than warranted. [Jenifyr]
You think to yourself, “My, he is a well built man. Ahh, I love my job.”
Tiverius Zichari claims, “No, As a member of the Brotherhood. He was a high ranking member. If not the Tenebrae.””
“Ahh, so you are a member of the Brotherhood attempting to gullet a backstabber, you say?” Jenifyr wonders aloud. [Jenifyr]
Tiverius Zichari nods at woman grimly, “That is correct.” He takes a step back, allowing the chains more slack.
“How did magery enter the question?” Jenifyr wonders, a small smile curving her lips. [Jenifyr]
The bolt in the southern door slides open.
The southern door is opened from the other side.
Romana von Mestan arrives from the south.
A tough-featured bodyguard has arrived.
A tough-featured bodyguard has arrived.
Romana von Mestan slows to a halt.
Romana von Mestan closes the southern door.
Romana von Mestan locks the southern door.
Jenifyr straightens from where she stands when the bolt slides open, turning and bowing deeply to Romana von Mestan, “Your Holy Honor, good day.”
Tiverius Zichari smiles at Romana von Mestan “Ah Yes… The magery. It’s probably a clever scheme to weaken the Guild of Merchants for his profit.”
Romana von Mestan nods to Jenifyr firmly in greeting, allowing her a momentary smile of recognition before her attention falls upon Tiverius Zichari. “Any progress with the gentleman, Inquisitor?”
Jenifyr straightens, then says to Romana von Mestan, “Your Holy Honor, this is Master Tiverius Zichari of the Merchants Guild and, incidentally, the Brotherhood of the Common goods – he is Vandagan, your Holy Honor, and speaks the mother tongue.”
Jenifyr pauses, “He says that he was accused of magery by Edvard ab Stirke because he attempted to kill him for betraying the Brotherhood. I’ve sent a request to Edvard ab Stirke to forward me any reports.”
A message has arrived for you.
Romana von Mestan offers Tiverius Zichari a nod at the introduction, extending a simple greeting of, “Master Zichari.” She opens a leather binder, taking out a flat parchment that she holds out to Jenifyr, “This should cover the basics of the situation at hand as presented to me, Inquisitor.”
The guard knocks on the door, saying, “Your Holy Honor, Inquisitor – Judge ab Stirke sent a boy with a message saying that both the Cardinal and the Grand Inquisitor were mailed his testimony. If ye be wanting first hand evidence of Master Tiverius’ magery, look inside of the Divine’s dining area. The judge is leaving to jump into a cave and isn’t in a position where he can assist you further in this matter at the moment.” [Jenifyr]
Tiverius Zichari shakes his head before saying, “Will I be privvy to his accusations?”
Jenifyr comments, “I’m not impressed by ‘Judge’ ab Stirke’s disinterest in assisting us directly.” She observes Tiverius Zichari coolly, “I’m afraid not, Master Zichari. Now then, what will we find if we look inside of the Divine’s dining area?”
Tiverius Zichari looks at Romana von Mestan and answers, “Probably a great deal of damage from him attacking me.” He rubs his right wrist for a moment before saying, “How convenient. He is exploring a hole in the ground, and can’t appear to denounce me in person.”
Romana von Mestan nods an agreement with Jenifyr’s statement of disinterest, writing a brief notation within her binder before she sets it shut and tucks it away into her satchel. “It is not the custom of the Inquisition to outlay any ‘accusations’, although all shall be made clear in time. Now then… what is the nature of the relationship between yourself and ab Stirke. Do I detect a certain animosity that goes into the realm of the personal? Pardon me if this was discussed before my arrival.”
Tiverius Zichari looks at Romana von Mestan and nods, “Of course, he is a scoundrel that hides behind his title as Judge.” He looks around the cell area once again.
Jenifyr purses her lips, “What sort of destruction happened to the Divine dining room?”
You move towards the north and west.
You have reached your target.
Jenifyr beckons Romana von Mestan to join her in the corner.
Romana von Mestan nods to Tiverius Zichari, head tilting a little before she queries, “Can you expand on that, perhaps? What manner of scoundrel, and what are his past actions that have led to this belief as to his nature?”
Tiverius Zichari nods to Romana von Mestan “I have suspected him as being a high-ranking member of the Brotherhood of Common Goods. My suspicions were confirmed when I heard rumor of his extra-judicial activities.”
You whisper to Romana von Mestan, ‘as far as I can tell, all we have on this man is that he’s in opposition to Edvard ab Stirke – a known thief. Given that he’s Vandagan, I’m inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt, if for no other reason than that I’m deeply offended that ab Stirke cannot send me a report.’
Romana von Mestan gives you a piece of mail.
Romana von Mestan gives you a piece of mail.
You examine a piece of mail.
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To : Romana Written: Fri Jun 15 00:49:47 2012
Date: Lunisda, Augustus 10 354
Your Holiness, Your Honor, Lord Justiciar,
The man Tiverius Zichari was arrested for his ties to the Brotherhood.
During his apprehension the man repeatedly chanted and motioned with his
hands. On one occasion he successfully summoned a gale of wind that filled
the room, but was unable to escape. Multiple other attempts to cast magic
were made, but were repeatedly foiled through force.
The arresting officer, Edvard ab Stirke, confronted the man and informed
him that he was being arrested because of his Brotherhood ties. Upon
informing the man that he would not be taken alive, the officer attempted
to use nonlethal force to subdue him, though was unable to. The suspect
then began chanting and making hand motions, and it is at this point where
lethal force was used to subdue him.
His immediate wounds were treated by Lord op Orban after the fact, and
willowbark tea was given as well. The suspect is now in the tower’s
solitary confinement cell awaiting further investigation.
Edvard ab Stirke.
You examine a piece of mail.
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To : Romana Written: Wed Jun 13 17:00:30 2012
Date: Votumas, Augustus 5 354
Your Holiness, Grand Inquisitor, and Lady Earl Marshall, Recently the
Magnate Tiverius Zichari told me to kill Edvard ab Strike because he was a
bad part in a plan of his to make much gold. When I declined and turned
for the door a fire appeared at it blocking my exit. He then told me that
if I didn’t do it then he would kill my family. Please keep at the most
secret level for he told me that if I breathed a word of it then he would
kill my family and make sure they suffered much before.
Please hurry,
-wolfe
Jenifyr reads the mail, then passes it back to Romana von Mestan, nodding at that stage. “Very well.”
You give a piece of mail to Romana von Mestan.
You give a piece of mail to Romana von Mestan.
Romana von Mestan accepts the letters back, setting it away once more, “Shall we move him to the other chamber, Inquisitor? I think that we may have a few more things to discuss for the moment.”
Jenifyr inclines her head and approaches Tiverius Zichari, “Of course, your Holy Honor.” She reaches up to take Tiverius Zichari’ chains from the hook on the wall.
Tiverius Zichari asks, “May I have some form of garment as well?”
Jenifyr muses to Romana von Mestan, “Do you have manacles?”
Romana von Mestan replies with a simple, “No,” to Tiverius Zichari’ request. She offers out a set of manacles to Jenifyr, “Of course, here- I have some spares if you have need.”
Romana von Mestan gives you a set of heavy iron manacles bound together by a bold chain.
Romana von Mestan gets a small iron key for shackles from a small ring of keys.
Romana von Mestan gives you a small iron key for shackles.
Jenifyr smiles faintly at Tiverius Zichari, “I rather like the view, if I do say so myself.” There’s a hint of amusement in her voice as she moves to secure his wrists with manacles before removing the chains.
Jenifyr withdraws a set of heavy iron manacles bound together by a bold chain and motions for Tiverius Zichari to put his hands together.
Tiverius Zichari places his hands out, wrists together, and nods to you.
You fastens a set of heavy iron manacles bound together by a bold chain around
Tiverius Zichari’s wrists.
Tiverius Zichari now follows you.
Jenifyr re-hooks the chains back to the wall when Tiverius Zichari is secure and looks to Romana von Mestan, “Your Holy Honor, shall we?”
You now follow Romana von Mestan.
Romana von Mestan unlocks the southern door.
Romana von Mestan begins to move south.
Romana von Mestan crosses the center of the room.
Romana von Mestan opens the southern door.
Romana von Mestan leaves south.
A tough-featured bodyguard leaves south.
A tough-featured bodyguard leaves south.
You cross the center of the room at a walk.
You leave south, her movements naturally tranquil.
You come to a halt.
The Common Cells
[Unpleasant]
This expansive stone room has been designed to contain the prisoners of
Lithmore, whatever their crime. A large common space holds most prisoners,
stone floor scattered with straw providing an unforgiving surface for rest.
Edible if unpalatable rations are provided daily through the slit in the
southern door, a weighty iron affair bolted, banded, and watched over at
all times by an eagle-eyed guard also watchful for signs of magery. Doors
are set dead center in each of the walls, similarly reinforced; around
them, individual cells have been delineated by solid iron bars. Those
along the east wall are cleaner and boast actual beds, providing minor
luxuries for ranking prisoners; those along the west wall feature thicker
bars and stronger manacles, designed for total restraint of dangerous
inmates. To the west lies the interrogation chamber; to the east, a
well-appointed solitary cell; to the north, a barer solitary cell; lastly,
centered in the room, an ominous trapdoor leads into the darkest pits of
the prison.
(The room has been cleaned, at least. It still smells awful, though. )
[ Exits: north -east- -south- -west- -down- ]
A barred jail cell keeps a prisoner separate in the southwest corner.
(southwestern corner)
A barred jail cell keeps a prisoner separate in the southeast corner.
(southeastern corner)
A barred jail cell keeps a prisoner separate in the northwest corner.
A barred jail cell keeps a prisoner separate in the northeast corner.
(northeastern corner)
A swinging cage of iron bars is hung in the center of the room. (center)
A tough-featured bodyguard is here.
A tough-featured bodyguard is here.
Romana von Mestan is here. [App: 2]
A heavy-set, attentive guard watches the prisoners for signs of wrongdoing.
You have arrived.
Tiverius Zichari arrives from the north.
Tiverius Zichari slows to a halt.
Romana von Mestan closes the northern door.
Romana von Mestan locks the northern door.
Romana von Mestan unlocks the western door.
Romana von Mestan begins to move west.
Romana von Mestan opens the western door.
Romana von Mestan leaves west.
A tough-featured bodyguard leaves west.
A tough-featured bodyguard leaves west.
You leave west, her movements naturally tranquil.
You come to a halt.
The Interrogation Chambers
[Pleasant]
The purpose of this room is immediately evident, an interrogation
chamber containing all of the devices common in such practice. The initial
half appears relatively benign. A single, uncomfortable looking, stool
faces a heavy wood table that fronts a large chair, almost akin to a
throne. Light streams from torches behind the interrogator’s seat, leaving
it shadowed and the stool well exposed. Towards the rear of the room, its
grisly use becomes more apparent. A large oven is stoked with burning
coals with a rack of painful looking iron instruments standing nearby.
Benches line the wall with complex restraints or leather, rope, and steel,
though all are dwarfed by the rack that stands center. Shelves and racks
display the tools of the inquisitor’s trade, artfully displayed to evoke
the maximum of terror.
(Rows of wicked looking tools with dubious purpose lay rolled out across
the flat tables. A stone oven blazes with heat, two hot pokers shoved into
its smouldering coals, and a bucket of water rests to the right of the
questioning chair. )
[ Exits: east ]
A tough-featured bodyguard is here.
A tough-featured bodyguard is here.
Romana von Mestan is here. [App: 2]
You have arrived.
Tiverius Zichari arrives from the east.
Tiverius Zichari slows to a halt.
Romana von Mestan closes the eastern door.
Romana von Mestan locks the eastern door.
Romana von Mestan comments, “Inquisitor, please ensure the good Magnate’s comfort?”
She walks across the room, seating herself at a desk overlooking the center of the room and the chair within it, spreading open her small dossier.
Jenifyr leads Tiverius Zichari to the chair and gestures for him to be seated, “Please, have a seat Master Zichari.”
Tiverius Zichari moves to take a seat.
Tiverius Zichari winces in pain as the shackles cut into his skin.
Tiverius Zichari shakes his head, “I’m afraid I’m not able to. The bonds are painful.”
Romana von Mestan settles into her chair, ankles crossing before she speaks up,
“Magnate Zichari, we will now put a set of questions to you. Please recall that we are within the sight of the Lord of the Springs and that truth is commanded of you.”
She ritually makes the Sign of the Chalice as if consecrating that which is to come.
“Sit down,” Jenifyr says with a firm tone of authority, clearly expecting Tiverius Zichari to ignore the pain of the shackles. She says to Romana von Mestan whilst awaiting Tiverius Zichari to seat himself, “I shall prepare a ledger and quill for this discussion at once, your Holy Honor.” [Jenifyr]
Tiverius Zichari takes a seat in the chair, the shackles cutting into his skin a bit.
Tiverius Zichari nods at Romana von Mestan. “Of course, I am a humble servant of the Lord.” A slight trickle of blood comes from his ankles.
Jenifyr kneels before Tiverius Zichari’ naked form and begins to strap him into the chair, ankles first. Following this, she moves to strap Tiverius Zichari about the upper calf, just below the knee. Next, his wrists, and right below the elbow. When these are done, she moves to release his manacles.
Romana von Mestan nods to Jenifyr, “Thank you, Inquisitor.” Tiverius Zichari receives a bland smile in response to his words. A few pages within her dossier are flipped, showing a few pieces of mail, “Then let us begin. Magnate Zichari, what have you heard and what do you know of these ‘extra judicial’ activities, as you say, of Edvard ab Stirke? Please expand with details.”
Jenifyr stands very near Tiverius Zichari.
[Action: Tiverius Zichari is strapped to a chair, his ankles bleeding a bit.]
[Action: Romana von Mestan is seated at a desk overlooking Tiverius Zichari and the room at large.]
Tiverius Zichari looks at Romana von Mestan and nods, looking a bit worried he says,
“Edvard ab Stirke is treacherous. He holds office as Judge and also works with the Brotherhood of Common Goods. The Brotherhood has used his help to avoid incarceration and get information regarding patrols and security.
Meanwhile, Jenifyr gently grasps Tiverius Zichari’ head, positioning it within the cage, then closing the cage and strapping the strap around his forehead and neck. She works quietly whilst Romana von Mestan questions Tiverius Zichari. The very last straps are two about Tiverius Zichari’s torso, one high about the chest, and the other lower, about the waist. Jenifyr leans over Tiverius Zichari as she completes the last. [Jenifyr]
Tiverius Zichari looks around with a look of dread on his face.
Jenifyr reaches up to pick up a lock of Tiverius Zichari’ hair, and tickles him under the chin with it, “Don’t you worry, Master Zichari, these precautions are for our safety. Provided you tell no lies and honestly confess your sins, the Review of Faith will remain a matter of conversation before the eyes of the Lord of the Springs.”
Tiverius Zichari swallows hard, and gives a short, restrained, nod.
Romana von Mestan nods to herself, “You came across this information through your own position within the Brotherhood, Master Magnate?” She lifts a pair of fingers as she adds, “Please note that the activities of the Brotherhood are not of grave concern to the Holy Office.” She offers a brief nod to Jenifyr, ghosting a smile at her words.
Jenifyr drops the lock of hair and moves over to the table to pick up a ledger and begin to prepare a quill, “I will keep record, your Holy Honor.” She smiles at
Tiverius Zichari, the expression collected and reassuring as she adds, “Indeed, our duty is to seek out magery and save souls, Master Zichari. You’ve nothing to fear from us.”
Tiverius Zichari nods at Romana von Mestan “Yes, through my observations and dealings with the Brotherhood of Common Goods I came to this conclusion.
Romana von Mestan rises to her feet with a nod, glancing briefly at her book and then rounding the table. As she leans back against it, arms folding, she asks, “Now then- tell me what happened when ab Stirke came to arrest you? Was he alone? What happened?”
You think to yourself, “He is mighty handsome… shame he’s a mage.”
Tiverius Zichari claims, “I was sitting at the bar area of the Divine, when Edvard ab Stirke entered. When I turned to face him, I saw him wedge the door closed with a knife. By this time, I had figured he planned to kill me.”
Jenifyr begins to jot down notes in her ledger as Tiverius Zichari speaks, eyes moving up to look him over now and again. She seems content at this stage to follow Romana von Mestan’s lead.
Romana von Mestan nods along with Tiverius Zichari, “Go on, Master Zichari. What happened from that point on up to your arrival, here, at the tower?”
Tiverius Zichari claims, “At that time, I drew my mace to defend myself, but he was already upon me with his axe. I tried desperately to flee, but he proved to be too strong. I drew my mace and we began fighting, I believe that is where the damage to the Divine occured.”
Jenifyr inquires out of the blue, “Was there a fire, Master Zichari?”
Tiverius Zichari looks at Jenifyr “A fire? No, there was no fire that I was aware of.” He looks around the room for a moment, “Though after the attack I was losing blood quickly.”
Romana von Mestan tilts her head curiously, and then queries, “Mm. What evidence do you believe that Master ab Stirke has given to the Holy Office that you are a mage?”
Tiverius Zichari shakes his head, “I do not know.”
Tiverius Zichari states, “I have always been a faithful Davite, and hard-working Vandagan. I admit that I may consort with thieves, but never demons.”
Jenifyr rises from her seat and goes to the door, saying through the bars, “Guardsman, please inform the Order that Inquisitor von Vakhrova requests an acolyte attend the Divine Wines and report back the nature of the damage that is there.” [RPA]
Romana von Mestan smiles at Tiverius Zichari, “I’m pleased to hear that, Master Zichari. Tell me… why did you attempt to fight off ab Stirke when he came to arrest you?”
Tiverius Zichari looks at Romana von Mestan “Arrest me? I thought he was their to kill me.”
Romana von Mestan nods, “Hmm, very well then.” Her lips purse in thought, “Let us move aside from Stirke for a moment or two- kindly tell us of your relationship with Wolfe Journier.”
Tiverius Zichari gets a look of disgust on his face for a moment, before returning to an uncomfortable scowl, “Wolfe Journier is a scoundrel who threw a knife at me at the Half-Pint Inn, and still despises me even though I saw to it that he receive an education. In short, he despises me.’
Romana von Mestan considers this, “What manner of education do you refer to, and how did that come to pass? Why would you say that he despises you?”
Jenifyr frowns slightly, “A lot of people seem to despise you, Master Zichari. Why is that?”
Tiverius Zichari gets a look of shock on his face, “I was well liked among the people of the City before this travesty occurred, and my name slandered.”
“What travesty?” Jenifyr requests elaboration. [Jenifyr]
Romana von Mestan folds her arms once more, a crease forming in her brow as she looks on- silent for the moment.
Tiverius Zichari says, “The false accusations being brought against me are a travesty. I am glad that Your Holiness is here to sort the matter out.”
Jenifyr comments thoughtfully, “I believe it’s clear that we’ve stumbled on a war between members of the Brotherhood. What I’m not sure I’m convinced of is that these accusations are false. Afterally, Edvard ab Stirke is a member of the Reeves. If he wanted you arrested or executed, there’s little need to involve the Holy Order.”
Romana von Mestan smiles pleasantly at Tiverius Zichari, the expression lingering a little too long to be natural. She nods at Jenifyr’s words in thoughtful consideration, retaining her silence for now, as she allows her fellow Inquisitor to take the lead for the moment.
Tiverius Zichari shakes his head, “Of course he would want to involve the Holy Order. Perhaps he is the mage. Or perhaps the bartender who was working was. I can only say that I am not a mage.”
“Why would he want to involve the Holy Order? Also, what evidence of a mage’s presence was there?” Jenifyr inquires, scribbling notes down in her ledger as she speaks. [Jenifyr]
Romana von Mestan straightens a little at the course of the discussion.
Tiverius Zichari says, “To displace suspicion of his own heresies upon me.”
Tiverius Zichari looks to Jenifyr “I do not know, I was losing blood very quickly due to my wounds.’
Jenifyr glances to Romana von Mestan, “Your Holy Honor, I feel there is something strange about this conversation, but it is hard for me to pinpoint.”
A knock sounds at the east, calling, “Inquisitor?”
Romana von Mestan nods at Jenifyr, “Indeed, yes. It is the choice answering of questions in the hope that what goes unanswered is not noticed or challenged against the depths of what IS answered.” Her eyes rove towards the door curiously.
Tiverius Zichari wonders, “Strange? Have I not answered your questions with full devotion?”
“Yes?” Jenifyr responds to the knock and call. “Who is it?” [Jenifyr]
“I’ve checked the Divine as you requested, Inquisitor,” the voice answers. “Did you want my report now?”
Romana von Mestan comments to Jenifyr, “He can make the report in here, Inquisitor. I think that will suffice, yes?”
Jenifyr rises from her seat, leaving her ledger open, and approaches the door to unlock it and open it. She says to Romana von Mestan and Tiverius Zichari, “Please excuse me, I rather believe I ought to hear this in private.”
The key turns easily, unlocking the eastern door with an Ahalin Tower key.
You begin to move east.
You open the eastern door.
You leave east, her movements naturally tranquil.
The Common Cells
[Unpleasant]
This expansive stone room has been designed to contain the prisoners of
Lithmore, whatever their crime. A large common space holds most prisoners,
stone floor scattered with straw providing an unforgiving surface for rest.
Edible if unpalatable rations are provided daily through the slit in the
southern door, a weighty iron affair bolted, banded, and watched over at
all times by an eagle-eyed guard also watchful for signs of magery. Doors
are set dead center in each of the walls, similarly reinforced; around
them, individual cells have been delineated by solid iron bars. Those
along the east wall are cleaner and boast actual beds, providing minor
luxuries for ranking prisoners; those along the west wall feature thicker
bars and stronger manacles, designed for total restraint of dangerous
inmates. To the west lies the interrogation chamber; to the east, a
well-appointed solitary cell; to the north, a barer solitary cell; lastly,
centered in the room, an ominous trapdoor leads into the darkest pits of
the prison.
(The room has been cleaned, at least. It still smells awful, though. )
[ Exits: -north- -east- -south- west -down- ]
A barred jail cell keeps a prisoner separate in the southwest corner.
(southwestern corner)
A barred jail cell keeps a prisoner separate in the southeast corner.
(southeastern corner)
A barred jail cell keeps a prisoner separate in the northwest corner.
A barred jail cell keeps a prisoner separate in the northeast corner.
(northeastern corner)
A swinging cage of iron bars is hung in the center of the room. (center)
A heavy-set, attentive guard watches the prisoners for signs of wrongdoing.
You have arrived.
You close the western door.
The key turns easily in the western door with an Ahalin Tower key.
An acolyte stands outside, bowing as Jenifyr emerges.
You will now speak Lithmorran.
Jenifyr gives the acolyte a kindly smile, “Thank you for your prompt investigation, my child. Please, tell me what your investigation uncovered?”
“There weren’t any burns, Inquisitor. I looked very carefully… but there was things strewn every which way, like by a gust of wind, and that’s what the barkeeper Wes said happened… there was a sudden gust inside at the bar that didn’t seem natural at all,” the acolyte explains, bowing again. He looks a bit unsettled by the words.
Jenifyr smiles warmly, and reaches out to pat the acolyte’s shoulder, “You did a good job. Anything else to report before I continue with my duties, child?”
“Also.. there was a notch in the door, like it got wedged.. and blood spattered every which way.. on the roof and walls.. and mostly in a spot in the center.. and shattered glass…” the acolyte stammers on, gulping.
Jenifyr smiles tranquilly, “It sounds like a real mess. The bartender was present, was he? Did he say if he felt either of the two men present appeared to be responsible for the gust of wind?”
“He couldn’t say, Inquisitor,” the acolyte answers, shaking his head. “I’m sorry… he was very unsettled by it, understandably.”
Jenifyr nods again, “Indeed, I believe it is completely understandable. Is there anything else to report, or shall I let you be on your way? I’ll recommend your work to the Grand Inquisitor, by the by. It is appreciated.”
“No, Inquisitor, nothing else,” the acolyte reports quickly.
Jenifyr inclines her head, “Farewell, then. Enjoy the rest of your day.” She then turns to re-enter the cells.
The key turns easily, unlocking the western door with an Ahalin Tower key.
You begin to move west.
You open the western door.
You leave west, her movements naturally tranquil.
The Interrogation Chambers
[Pleasant]
The purpose of this room is immediately evident, an interrogation
chamber containing all of the devices common in such practice. The initial
half appears relatively benign. A single, uncomfortable looking, stool
faces a heavy wood table that fronts a large chair, almost akin to a
throne. Light streams from torches behind the interrogator’s seat, leaving
it shadowed and the stool well exposed. Towards the rear of the room, its
grisly use becomes more apparent. A large oven is stoked with burning
coals with a rack of painful looking iron instruments standing nearby.
Benches line the wall with complex restraints or leather, rope, and steel,
though all are dwarfed by the rack that stands center. Shelves and racks
display the tools of the inquisitor’s trade, artfully displayed to evoke
the maximum of terror.
(Rows of wicked looking tools with dubious purpose lay rolled out across
the flat tables. A stone oven blazes with heat, two hot pokers shoved into
its smouldering coals, and a bucket of water rests to the right of the
questioning chair. )
[ Exits: east ]
A tough-featured bodyguard is here.
A tough-featured bodyguard is here.
Romana von Mestan is seated at a desk overlooking Tiverius Zichari and the room at
large. [App: 2]
Tiverius Zichari is strapped to a chair, his ankles bleeding a bit. [App: 3]
He is stark naked.
You have arrived.
[RPxp: average] [HP:perfect MV:weary P:walk] (dirty)(Diremote)
lock east
It’s not closed. Attempting to close.
You close the eastern door.
The key turns easily in the eastern door with an Ahalin Tower key.
Romana von Mestan purses her lips, “Where did this occur, out of interest?”
Tiverius Zichari states, “As I said, The Communal Gardens.”
Tiverius Zichari states, “A common meeting place for the Brotherhood.”
Romana von Mestan nods slowly, glancing to Jenifyr for a moment as the other woman reenters. “I see. What of the fire that arose around the exit to the Gardens?”
Jenifyr quietly retakes her seat and picks up her quill once more.
Tiverius Zichari claims, “A fire? I did not see any fire.”
Romana von Mestan ‘s fingers interlace together, thumbs tapping against one another.
“That is not as our witness reports it, sadly.” She glances at Inquisitor, “Inquisitor. Would you care to continue along your previous line from before the interruption?”
Tiverius Zichari looks over to Jenifyr for a moment.
You will now speak Vandagan.
Jenifyr inclines her head to Romana von Mestan and observes Tiverius Zichari, “When you fought Edvard ab Stirke, it seems to me that you made a mention of magic being present, but we never seemed to really understand this. The bartender reports that there most definitely was a mage present, but not specifically which of you it was. What can you tell us of the magic present, what was it?”
Tiverius Zichari states, “I saw nothing peculiar in the area, other than Edvard ab Stirke barring the exit and wielding an axe. By the time our fighting was done, I was severely wounded.”
Romana von Mestan sighs heavily, rising once more to her feet and crossing the room towards where some of the implements can be found- she peruses them thoughtfully as
Jenifyr goes about her business.
Tiverius Zichari says, “You must have seen the blood… I still have fresh scars.”
Jenifyr nods to Romana von Mestan, then says frankly, “I believe that you are a mage, Master Zichari, as deeply as it wounds me to think it of one of our own Vandagans.
You see, we’ve multiple accounts that you are a mage, and I don’t believe that this is as simple as Edvard ab Stirke and Wolfe Journier despising you. I’ve also a report from someone else that a ‘man with long, dark curly hair’ or something of the sort, cast a gateway spell and disappeared before the witness was observed. I daresay, you do match that description.”
Tiverius Zichari exclaims, “This is proposterous! This is a conspiracy! Set up by the Brotherhood! You must believe me!”
Romana von Mestan takes down a mallet of the sort that a builder may use in their trade. She smiles momentarily at Jenifyr’s comments as she steps back towards the center of the room. “When did you first come into contact with the taint of magery,
Master Zichari? I would posit also, that your ‘reward’ was a thinly veiled attempt to find mages or recruit and pervert faithful Davites into your heretical servants.”
“Who are all the members of the Brotherhood? If this last person is a member of the
Brotherhood, then I’ll consider what you say, otherwise, I believe that your basis is false,” Jenifyr replies evenly, her calm tone a stark difference to Tiverius Zichari’s agitated response. [Jenifyr]
Tiverius Zichari looks at Romana von Mestan “The Reward? That was to bring the Guild of Merchant’s back into good standing after being infected by that witch Kassia! His eyes dart to Jenifyr before saying, “I cannot say. Their faces remain covered during the meetings. Only by investigation did I discover the identities of Edvard ab Stirke and Wolfe Journier.”
“So you know of no other members?” Jenifyr wonders aloud. [Jenifyr]
Romana von Mestan makes a derisive sound, “Nothing is done regarding a mage without speaking to the Holy Office first. Nothing at all. That is a pure and plain heresy, Master Zichari.” She steps closer to Tiverius Zichari.
Tiverius Zichari shakes his head, “I do not… There was a woman involved. But I don’t know her name or face.”
Tiverius Zichari pontificates, “I wrote a letter! I remember! I wanted to set up a meeting. It was only for the good of the city. Please believe me!”
Tiverius Zichari states, “I even stated the information be sent to the Knights, so that I would only be in charge of the reward.”
Romana von Mestan shakes her head, “Too late, your letter- I had to approach you after finding the notice.” She raises her arm, grits her teeth and takes aim at
Tiverius Zichari’ left kneecap with the heavy mallet that she has in hand. “When did you first come across taint, Master Zichari?” the question comes quickly at the tail of the aimed blow.
Jenifyr picks up a scroll, rolled together on two long and heavy rods, which she unrolls. She lays it flat on the table, then dips her quill in, scrawling ‘Tiverius
Zichari’ on a line at the top, then coming over to Tiverius Zichari. She presses the quill into his hand and says, “Master Zichari, you are clearly a heretic and mage. This is a confession. Please sign it and save your immortal soul.”
Tiverius Zichari screams in agony, “Please, I am not tainted! Please!” A gasp of agony escapes his breath, “Please… no more.”
Jenifyr offers the scroll where there’s a line for signature to Tiverius Zichari, “Sign, Master Zichari, and it’s all over.”
Tiverius Zichari writhes in the chair, his massive muscles straining against the straps of the chair.
Romana von Mestan puts the hammer aside, but then begins to probe Tiverius Zichari’ kneecap firmly with her fingertips, “Who else do you know that practices magic?”
Tiverius Zichari writhes in pain, his face is pale and blood pours from his lip from an apparent bite. “Please, I am not a mage… I don’t know.’
Jenifyr shakes her head, “Your Holy Honor, before we proceed further, might we take a moment to speak in private?” She places the confession under Tiverius Zichari’s hand with the quill.
Tiverius Zichari grips the paper and quill weakly, before looking up at Jenifyr. “Please…”
Tiverius Zichari weeps pitifully.
Romana von Mestan nods to Jenifyr, “Of course, Inquisitor. Outside? I believe he will be well enough secured here-” She nods to her guards, “Gentlemen, stay here and observe this poor soul.” She watches Jenifyr and the quill.
Jenifyr nods. She points to the confession scroll beneath Tiverius Zichari’ hands,
“Sign that, Master Zichari. We will only be a moment.”
The key turns easily, unlocking the eastern door with an Ahalin Tower key.
You begin to move east.
You open the eastern door.
You leave east, her movements naturally tranquil.
The Common Cells
[Unpleasant]
This expansive stone room has been designed to contain the prisoners of
Lithmore, whatever their crime. A large common space holds most prisoners,
stone floor scattered with straw providing an unforgiving surface for rest.
Edible if unpalatable rations are provided daily through the slit in the
southern door, a weighty iron affair bolted, banded, and watched over at
all times by an eagle-eyed guard also watchful for signs of magery. Doors
are set dead center in each of the walls, similarly reinforced; around
them, individual cells have been delineated by solid iron bars. Those
along the east wall are cleaner and boast actual beds, providing minor
luxuries for ranking prisoners; those along the west wall feature thicker
bars and stronger manacles, designed for total restraint of dangerous
inmates. To the west lies the interrogation chamber; to the east, a
well-appointed solitary cell; to the north, a barer solitary cell; lastly,
centered in the room, an ominous trapdoor leads into the darkest pits of
the prison.
(The room has been cleaned, at least. It still smells awful, though. )
[ Exits: -north- -east- -south- west -down- ]
A barred jail cell keeps a prisoner separate in the southwest corner.
(southwestern corner)
A barred jail cell keeps a prisoner separate in the southeast corner.
(southeastern corner)
A barred jail cell keeps a prisoner separate in the northwest corner.
A barred jail cell keeps a prisoner separate in the northeast corner.
(northeastern corner)
A swinging cage of iron bars is hung in the center of the room. (center)
A heavy-set, attentive guard watches the prisoners for signs of wrongdoing.
You have arrived.
Romana von Mestan arrives from the west.
Romana von Mestan slows to a halt.
You close the western door.
The key turns easily in the western door with an Ahalin Tower key.
Jenifyr folds her arms and leans back against the wall, “What do you think? I think we ought to either determine he is a mage – which I’m not certain if we have enough evidence for – and burn him, or we release him. I’d rather not torture him unless we were fully certain.”
Romana von Mestan folds her arms, “He seemed to be about to sign your confession, Inquisitor. On the other hand, I am not entirely convinced- however, if we do not wish to consign him to the flame, I do not wish him released until the Reeves have dealt with him- they clearly have their own interests here.”
Jenifyr scowls, “You mean the Brotherhood posing as Reeves does. That’s a perversion of justice if there ever was one. Edvard ab Stirke, indeed.”
Romana von Mestan purses her lips, “Yes, indeed- however, that is not our place to judge. It is not the Holy Office’s concern in any case, and we don’t need the reputational damage- not for this man at the very least.”
Jenifyr replies, “I think we’ll take reputational damage if we do the Brotherhood’s dirty work for them.”
Romana von Mestan comments, “Indeed. It is of some concern to me that both of those testifying are members of the Brotherhood. The Poet Laudate has written me privately to protest her own marriage in the wake of it. I am content to put him away and wash our hands of it.”
Jenifyr nods solemnly, “Then let us do that. Unless, of course, he signs the confession.” Jenifyr turns to re-enter the room.
The key turns easily, unlocking the western door with an Ahalin Tower key.
You move towards the west.
You have reached your target.
You begin to move west.
Romana von Mestan begins to move west.
You open the western door.
You leave west, her movements naturally tranquil.
The Interrogation Chambers
[Chilly]
The purpose of this room is immediately evident, an interrogation
chamber containing all of the devices common in such practice. The initial
half appears relatively benign. A single, uncomfortable looking, stool
faces a heavy wood table that fronts a large chair, almost akin to a
throne. Light streams from torches behind the interrogator’s seat, leaving
it shadowed and the stool well exposed. Towards the rear of the room, its
grisly use becomes more apparent. A large oven is stoked with burning
coals with a rack of painful looking iron instruments standing nearby.
Benches line the wall with complex restraints or leather, rope, and steel,
though all are dwarfed by the rack that stands center. Shelves and racks
display the tools of the inquisitor’s trade, artfully displayed to evoke
the maximum of terror.
(Rows of wicked looking tools with dubious purpose lay rolled out across
the flat tables. A stone oven blazes with heat, two hot pokers shoved into
its smouldering coals, and a bucket of water rests to the right of the
questioning chair. )
[ Exits: east ]
a tough-featured bodyguard is here.
a tough-featured bodyguard is here.
Tiverius Zichari is strapped to a chair, his ankles bleeding a bit. [App: 3]
He is stark naked.
You have arrived.
Romana von Mestan arrives from the east.
Romana von Mestan slows to a halt.
You close the eastern door.
The key turns easily in the eastern door with an Ahalin Tower key.
Tiverius Zichari jumps a bit as the eastern door opens.
Jenifyr stares at Tiverius Zichari and the confession, eyes searching out whether it had been signed in her absence.
Romana von Mestan walks in, her lips lightly pursed as she surveys Tiverius Zichari.
[Action: Tiverius Zichari is strapped to a chair, his ankles bleeding along with his knee, an unsigned confession still in his hand.]
Tiverius Zichari says, “Please… This is a mistake. I am good. I’m not a mage.”
Jenifyr approaches Tiverius Zichari, picking up a cloth and dampening it in a bucket of water. She kneels beside him and dabs up the blood, then begins to treat his wound, including splinting his leg, “We’ve decided that there is not enough evidence for us to conclude your magery, though I will caution you that this does not mean we believe you to be innocent, Master Zichari. However, we do have reason to believe that your accusers have strife with you, and for that reason, their evidence is suspect.” Jenifyr continues to work on Tiverius Zichari’ wounds, “We have decided to release you to the mercies of the Reeves, as our understanding is that they have a warrant for you as well. Good luck, Master Zichari.” Jenifyr’s blue, blue eyes move up to meet Tiverius Zichari’s
Tiverius Zichari looks at Romana von Mestan with blood dripping from his lip, he begins to weep as he says, “Thank you… I know I am not a perfect man, but I am not a mage.’
Romana von Mestan looks to Jenifyr for a thoughtful moment as she hears her words, nodding in agreement, “I would suggest that you pray very hard, Master Mantiff, for the Lord of the Springs to deliver you from your situation. In any case, a doctor will visit shortly to see to your knee, I’m sure. Inquisitor, can you see him back to the cell?”
Jenifyr nods solemnly to Romana von Mestan, “I can. Please send a guardsman with the doctor to assist me if required,” Jenifyr nods to Romana von Mestan.
Romana von Mestan nods to Jenifyr and then turns towards the door.
Romana von Mestan unlocks the eastern door.
Romana von Mestan begins to move east.
Romana von Mestan opens the eastern door.
Romana von Mestan leaves east.
A tough-featured bodyguard leaves east.
A tough-featured bodyguard leaves east.
The eastern door closes from the other side.
The bolt in the eastern door slams shut.
Jenifyr sits down beside Tiverius Zichari, looking him over, then murmurs, “You owe me one, Master Zichari. I just saved you from the pyre. The Grand Inquisitor is a hard woman, and rightly so, but I would not see one of us burn here in Lithmore on accusations made by corrupt individuals.”
Tiverius Zichari nods to Jenifyr, his face is pale and dirty, “Thank you… I will not forget your mercy.”
Jenifyr reaches over and slides her hand up Tiverius Zichari’s “It’s not mercy,
Master Zichari.” She gives his hand a gentle squeeze, then releases him, “I intend to collect on this favor if you escape the Reeves.”
There’s a knock on the cell doors, and Jenifyr goes to open it, admitting a doctor and the guard sent by the Grand Inquisitor.
Tiverius Zichari looks at Jenifyr in wonder and nods. “I understand…” He looks warily at Jenifyr before turning his eyes to the doctor.
“Assist him,” Jenifyr commands the doctor, and settles down to watch as the doctor examines Tiverius Zichari’ wounds, binds him, splints them, and the like. [Jenifyr]
Eventually the doctor is done and bids Jenifyr farewell, giving instructions to be followed for Tiverius Zichari’ health. [Jenifyr]
Jenifyr moves to Tiverius Zichari’ side, preparing to reshackle and manacle him.
Jenifyr finishes unstrapping Tiverius Zichari, and leads him back into the cells…
Solitary Confinement Cell
[Pleasant]
This small cell is little more than a wretched hole, dim and fetid with
damp. A cold stone floor is littered with a thin layer of rotting straw, a
reeking chamber pot in one corner and a bucket of fetid water in another.
The proportions of the cell barely allow for five paces in each direction,
heavy iron shackles fixed into the northern wall. A heavy wooden door is
set in the southern wall, reinforced and bolted.
(This room shows signs of recent inhabitation, and stinks all the more
for that. )
[ Exits: south ]
You have arrived.
Tiverius Zichari arrives from the south limping on his left knee.
Tiverius Zichari slows to a halt.
You close the southern door.
The key turns easily in the southern door with an Ahalin Tower key.
Jenifyr gently guides Tiverius Zichari back to the wall, reaching up to hang his manacles up on the hooks.
Tiverius Zichari watches Jenifyr closely as she moves to lock the chains onto the wall. He waits until she reaches up high enough to lose her balance, before maneuvering to place her into a headlock.
Contest of Tiverius Zichari’s dexterity vs Jenifyr’s dexterity!
Jenifyr handily wins!
Jenifyr seems to somehow read Tiverius Zichari’ intent, and drops his manacles as she easily avoids the attempt. Her eyes narrow and she draws a scalpel from her sleeve,
“Well, well, well. You know what I call that, Master Zichari? A confession.” And with that, she lunges at Tiverius Zichari.
You pull out your dagger.
Jenifyr Jenifyr lunges at Tiverius Zichari with a small scalpel that she drew from her sleeve. [Attack]
You hit Tiverius Zichari’s body!
Tiverius Zichari stops following you.
Tiverius Zichari has some minor scratches.
Tiverius Zichari pulls himself into the air by the chains and delivers a brutal kick with his right leg. [Attack]
Tiverius Zichari’s hit glances off your body! You have some minor scratches.
A heavyset, attentive guard pulls out a dagger.
A heavyset, attentive guard leaps in to Jenifyr’s defense. [Attack]
A heavyset, attentive guard hits Tiverius Zichari’s body!
Tiverius Zichari looks lightly wounded.
Tiverius Zichari cries out in agony as he is stabbed.
Jenifyr shouts loudly, her eyes glittering in a deadly glare behind her scalpel,
“Guards! The prisoner is attempting to harm me!” at the top of her lungs, then maneuvers around Tiverius Zichari on his damanged limb to slash at his side. [Attack]
You hit Tiverius Zichari’s body!
Tiverius Zichari appears to be hurt.
A heavyset, attentive guard lowers his guard slightly, inviting an attack. [Defense]
Tiverius Zichari delivers a brutal side kick to Jenifyr’s ribs. [Attack]
Tiverius Zichari’s hit glances off your body! You have some minor scratches.
Jenifyr lets out a gasp of pain when her ribs are hit, but swings her arm up in a backhand, the curve of the scalpel sweeping towards the upper muscle in Tiverius
Zichari’s leg. [Attack]
You hit Tiverius Zichari’s legs!
Tiverius Zichari appears to be hurt.
A heavyset, attentive guard pauses for a moment, catching his breath! [Defense]
Tiverius Zichari jenifyr delivers a straight kick to Jenifyr’s knee [Attack]
Tiverius Zichari misses you! You have some minor scratches.
Jenifyr shouts again, this time in Lithmorran, “Guards! The prisoner is attempting to escape!” She casts a scowl at a heavyset, attentive guard and evades Tiverius
Zichari’ attack to step in very close for the purpose of slashing at his body. [Attack]
You hit Tiverius Zichari’s body!
Tiverius Zichari has been wounded.
A heavyset, attentive guard narrows their eyes slightly, as if planning. [Defense]
Tiverius Zichari jenifyr Waits for Jenifyr’s attack and delivers a headbutt toward
Jenifyr’s nose. [Attack]
Tiverius Zichari’s hit glances off your head! You have some minor scratches.
Tiverius Zichari declares, “Call more! When I am free, I will kill them all!”
Jenifyr ‘s head snaps back and whereas her nose was missed, Tiverius Zichari got a superb smack on her cheek. She reaches up to hold her face while she wildly swings her arm to slash at the naked prisoner, saying in a low, deadly voice, “You’re going to regret that, Master Zachari.” [Attack]
You hit Tiverius Zichari’s head!
Tiverius Zichari looks badly injured.
A heavyset, attentive guard rushes in, weapon drawn, yelling, “Inquisitor!” And he rushes to Jenifyr’s defense swinging. [Attack]
A heavyset, attentive guard hits Tiverius Zichari’s body!
Tiverius Zichari has been mauled.
The guard left the door hanging open.
Jenifyr shouts, “Lock the door, you idiot!” as she attempts to position herself between Tiverius Zichari and the door with yet another slash. [Attack]
You hit Tiverius Zichari’s body!
Tiverius Zichari has been mauled.
Tiverius Zichari delivers a knee to Jenifyr’s ribs again. Blood trickles from his many wounds and he looks very pale, but enraged. [Attack]
Tiverius Zichari’s hit glances off your body! You have some minor scratches.
The guards backs off again for the moment, locking the door behind.
A heavyset, attentive guard hacks fiercely at Tiverius Zichari! [Attack]
A heavyset, attentive guard hits Tiverius Zichari’s body!
Tiverius Zichari looks pretty mangled.
A heavyset, attentive guard smiles grimly at the situation. [Defense]
Tiverius Zichari spits blood at Jenifyr as he manuvers his good leg to strike Jenifyr’s chest. [Attack]
Tiverius Zichari misses you! You have some minor scratches.
Jenifyr clutches her ribs with her left hand as she swings valiantly at Tiverius
Zichari with her right, remarkably relaxed. Her eyes are collected, and there’s no panic in her. It’s clear this woman is trained in fighting. Her next slash is to Tiverius Zichari’ face. [Attack]
You hit Tiverius Zichari’s head!
Tiverius Zichari appears to be crippled from his injuries.
A heavyset, attentive guard raises the weapon high, launching an overhead slash! [Attack]
A heavyset, attentive guard hits Tiverius Zichari’s body!
Tiverius Zichari is impaired by his injuries.
A heavyset, attentive guard stretches their arms for a second, then returns to guard. [Defense]
Jenifyr flicks blood from her blade and reaches out to slash Tiverius Zichari’s opposite cheek with a backhanded return slash from her previous hit. [Attack]
You hit Tiverius Zichari’s head!
Tiverius Zichari is impaired by his injuries.
Tiverius Zichari screams out in agony, the many wounds wracking his body in pain and sapping his strength. He delivers a strong kick toward Jenifyr’s knee again. [Attack]
Tiverius Zichari’s hit glances off your legs! You have some minor scratches.
A heavyset, attentive guard circles, waiting for an opening. [Defense]
A heavyset, attentive guard readies themselves for incoming attacks. [Defense]
Jenifyr barely flinches and drives her scalpel for Tiverius Zichari’ ribs this time.
[Attack]
You hit Tiverius Zichari’s body!
Tiverius Zichari has been mortally wounded.
Tiverius Zichari waits for Jenifyr to come in close, and throws his full force into a
headbutt before sliding down the wall. [Attack]
Tiverius Zichari misses you! You have some minor scratches.
Jenifyr adds another slice to her previous attack with a delicate flurry of strikes.
[Attack]
You hit Tiverius Zichari’s body!
A heavyset, attentive guard tucks his dagger in his belt.
A heavyset, attentive guard tucks his dagger in his belt.
Tiverius Zichari is incapacitated and will slowly die, if not aided.
Tiverius Zichari has been mortally wounded.
With one smooth, cruel strike, you end their life.
Jenifyr straightens up and wipes the blood off on her sleeve where it doesn’t show.
You finally relax after your combat.
Jenifyr thanks the guards, then gestures to the corpse, “Clean that up, if you will.”
“Doing what with it, Inquisitor?” one of the guards asks. [Temi]
Jenifyr replies, “Burn the body, turn the bones to ash. Then bury anything left over in an unmarked grave.”
