In reply to Evelina Grattan (msg # 131):

Does that mean you have come over to help interrogate the prisoners?

In reply to Christine Bjorn (msg # 132):

They can't heal from a distance.  Now, does anyone have a code of honor or a general sense of duty, cannot harm innocents, or charitable?

CoH (Soldier)

In reply to Ginger (msg # 134):

Not Christine. Nor Emma, interestingly. These folk who tried to kill us may be many thongs, but innocent is not one of them!

But that was why Christine sent them away to do something else...

OOC: No relevant CoH or Sense of Duty for either sister -- just the ethics of the relative innocent and the desire for potential converts.

That leaves Ginger as the only person
who is in need of a will roll to stomach rorcible interrogation- +1 on that roll.
congratulations you murder hobos!

Ginger says, "This one is mine. Please heal him so he can talk and I'll ask him nicely."

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OOC: 17:46, Today: Ginger rolled 12 using 3d6.  Will 11.
Ginger desperately needs to gain some CP - Think he hasn't managed to get any since char creation.
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In reply to Narrator (msg # 137):

Unshackled by the bonds of morals, Christine lets him have the most co-operative prisoner, and allows Masugatan to deal with the least co-operative one...

Masugatan sternly commands the uncooperative prisoner to tell him all about his employer, the location of his camp, and details about how many of his fellows are in the area.  He reminds the prisoner that the option to summarily execute him has already been brought up.
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Ginger waits until his charge is healed so as to be capable of rational conversation.

The sisters lay hands on the wounded bandit and begin healing to bring him to stable consciousness.

"Thank you,Evelina," says Ginger..
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In reply to Ginger (msg # 143):

"Ungh. What happened? "

"You an' your mates ambushed us an' tried to do us over, yeah? Remember that?" asks Ginger. "Well, I ran at you and you kinda bounced off my shield and then stopped moving when you hit the ground. Think you'd have been pushing up daisies by now if I hadn't talked nice like to one of our churchie-templie ladies. Funny think is they don't actually use a building. Say the air an' water and earth and growing things is enough." He takes a drink from his canteen and then offers it to the revived (but still prone) bandit. "Anyway, one of them did some magic like I asked, and the dent in your head closed up. Think your brain was trying to escape. Anyway, you're still here now, living, breathing, drinking and talking. One of the others, a bloke, not the nice churchie-templie ladies, well, I might be doing him wrong, but he seemed he could be real mean, well, he was all for doing nasties to you. To make you tell us stuff. You know, like using his knife to cut bits off." He makes a knowing look towards the fellow's nethers. "Well, as I'd laid you low, I sorta called dibs on you. Nothing unhealthy. I'm not that sorta dwarf. But I do want you to tell me stuff. All of it really. You look like a bright bloke. I'm sure I don't hafta tell you the questions! Just get on and tell me stuff. You know, as me mum used ta say, the who, what, when, where, why and how. I think there was another one too, but never mind. You just get on and tell me your story, and that of these other bandity-friends of yours. Then I'm confident I can ensure the mean-looking fella doesn't use his knife nasty like. He might have a little rock hammer too. Would want him using it on my rocks. Nor yours." Having taken the canteen back he waits expectantly for the fellow to tell the tale.

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OOC: 21:59, Today: Ginger rolled 6 using 3d6.  Diplomacy 8

"Life in the village is hard, many of us have np choice but to do this."

"Sure," replies Ginger. "So talk to me; tell me more."

The younger sister snorts quietly and whispers to her Holiness "Yeah, life's never been hard for us, and we never took to thieving, right?"

"Cry me a river," Masugatan spits at the other bandit.  Then he looks away and grins, remembering his own early days on the streets.
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In reply to Ginger (msg # 147):

"A couple bad years with the crops and the herds, and there is naught to eat.
  The road is uncleared, so none come to buy what little we have, so to get coin there is little we can do and still be close to home."

In reply to Bandit (msg # 150):

"Excuses are like arseholes." mumbles Christine to Masugatan if she could hear the other bandit.

"Everyone's got one, and they all stink...the effort in Banditry could have re-opened the road. Or was it closed due to banditry?"

"While we sympathize with your needs, look now what you've bought -- how many of your friends are dead?  Who will plow the fields and mind the herds?

"And those weak with hunger make poor bandits anyway -- especially on a road known for banditry, so only stronger folks will use it."

In reply to Evelina Grattan (msg # 152):

The wounded bandit sighs.
"Those who herd do so, but cannot provide for others.  There is not enough food."

"Try joining a temple. They rarely starve," suggests Ginger

In reply to Ginger (msg # 154):

Wide eyed the bandit replies, "We haven't one."

In reply to Bandit (msg # 153):

"Or try hunting game instead of people. If there are herds, there are animals that can be killed for food. All I hear is lazy excuses...Masugatan, lets see if this idiot has any sense of self preservation. Sounds like we would be doing the area a favour getting rid of him..."