MÖRK BORG: Chapter II: The Greed Lineage

[Stormbringer]

Your efforts seem to have worked!

GUARD:
"Shit! What are you?!"

The guard scrambles away from GDTS, over to Wemut's bed, half to find somewhere soft to lie (since standing is now no longer an option) and half to get away from Giant Dances the Sea.

GUARD: <to Lord Margar>
"Don't let it kill me! Please! I'm just a guard here. The Baron's probably in his throne-room upstairs...but..."

He winces from the pain in his foot.

GUARD:
"...but, I hope he's got another way out! It's the dead. From the Risten cemetery. They've left their graves and they've laid siege to the castle! They're already inside...upstairs..."

The guard points upwards, towards the ceiling.

[Wrathbone]

“I can’t guarantee what my friend will do next - he’s off the chain. His most prized possession and confidant is a dove’s head he found about 15 minutes ago. So I suggest you tell us anything else you think might be useful in aiding our escape before he comes up with something else. And what became of my sword and my staff, not to mention my wise horse Barbarister? Speak and you may hide in one of the cells.”

[Stormbringer]

GUARD:
"Your horse? There's a stable outside. I'd check there. But good luck getting out of the door! I hope, for your sake, there's another way out..."

He clutches his bleeding foot.

GUARD:
"As for a sword and a staff...I don't know, but the guards might have put them in storage, or the barracks upstairs?"

[Wrathbone]

“I have another friend outside who has a habit of removing the throats of everyone we meet. He had a dog who made its master seem temperate and rational by comparison. What became of it?”

[Stormbringer]

The guard shrugs.

GUARD:
"My guess would be the stables as well! There are no animals in the castle. Except the rats of course!"

[Wrathbone]

I sigh in disappointment at the guard's lack of specificity.

"Well, if that's all you're willing to provide, I suppose I'm done with you. Personally I don't care what you do or where you hide, so long as you stay down here."

I walk out the door, then look over my shoulder.

"My companions might have other ideas for you, though, and I'm not in the mood to object to them."

I give a polite nod to the others to do as they will.

[Sly Boots]

Giant will approach the guard with an unhinged gleam in his eye, bloodied dagger still in hand, and reach out an open palm expectantly.

[Wrathbone]

All Margar's hopes of a swift and merciful death for the guard are scoured from his thoughts.

[Raid]

Given that introduction, if I were to now walk into the room, teeth bared, will this make the man think harder about where Alpha might be?

[Animalmother]

Malaiz, now wearing a crude poncho made from a flea bitten blanket, yells at the terrified guard "Where is my Scrotvm!?".

[Sly Boots]

[Stormbringer]

Given that introduction, if I were to now walk into the room, teeth bared, will this make the man think harder about where Alpha might be?

Perhaps roll a d20 to see how he reacts to you.

[Raid]

17 on the die.

[Sly Boots]

Growing impatient, Giant begins roughly rummaging through the terrified guard's pockets, looking for loot.

[Stormbringer]

Growing impatient, Giant begins roughly rummaging through the terrified guard's pockets, looking for loot.

Roll a 2d6!

17 on the die.

The man cowers in terror at the sight of Fechr's face.

GUARD:
"Look, I really would like to help...but I haven't seen any dogs! Or...scrotums!"