Iviana would of helped in the fight with the bugbear, but it looked surrounded. Instead she realised she could bring some kindness into the world, perhaps even answer someone's prayers on her goddesses behalf. She moved to the torture device, and holding onto the lever, to stop the rack freeing the man instantly, she kicked the ratchet out of the way and moved the lever slowly until the man was freed of the damaging forces, even he he was still restrained "It's OK" she said "we'll get you out of here"

She didn't know if he was a temple guard being punished or an innocent being tortured for fun. She wasn't about to let the man stab her and run, but she wasn't going to see him continue to endure such pain.

Celonor moves forward, pulling security for Iviana in case any of the prisoners is a trick.

With his blade skimming off the chainmail, Ronalt renewed his assault on the bugbear. His blade finding a gap in the bugbear defences.
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Ronalt slams his sword into the bugbear twice, inflicting serious wounds upon it.

Sven charged up, backing Ronalt. Although his preferred bastard sword went wild, the smaller short sword slipped through and skewered the bugbear just as Luthien nearly threw his sword at them, so bad was his attempted strike.
Fortunately however the combat was already all over, the bugbear unable to withstand the flurry of blows. He dropped to the floor, flail still hooked to his belt - didn't even get a chance to arm himself!

Fight is all over. The man on the rack is released (and still in agony from his injuries), the bugbear is dying from his wounds, and the torturer is injured but magically held.
Two orcs are still locked in one cell, and the two women are locked in the other.

Have we mentioned this kid is a n00b today?

Well, he's certainly inexperienced.

He looks decidedly embarrassed as he retrieves his weapon and resheathes it.

As the fight finishes, Gwythe return to the main room, looking around for keys to open the cells. "Ten prisoners, one a gnome." he explains.

Amathaon sheathed his falchion. He was glad the fight was over at last.

Ronalt took a moment to drive his blade into the dying bugbear. Speeding his exit from the world.
"Arek. You want to chat with the torturer or shall we just have Sven introduce himself." A slight smile evident on the rangers face at the humour.

Yew remained on watch out in the corridor in case the fight had attracted the attention of anyone else in the area.

Iviana slowly slowly released the man from his wounds and set to tending him, although his wounds looked to her as though they would need magical succor.

"Take the torturer captive" she said in reply to Ronalt. "He is more likely than many others to know secrets. And I would like to see him dance on the end of a rope in Hommlet, providing merriment and entertainment for many, instead of the horrors that have been his norm"


OOC: Healing... nope. Didn't work

Ronalt shrugged as he cleaned his blade before slipping it back in the scabbard.
Spotting some manacles he put them upon the torturer; making sure they were fixed firmly. "You will be coming with us."

Sven sidled up to the man and whispered in his ear "You will come play with us, won't you, friend?" in a voice that offered a negative magnitude of comfort.

He cleaned his blades, sheathed them and then stood staring blankly at the held man until the magic wore off.

In reply to Ronalt de Gault (msg # 40):

"Ahm goo'," Arek responded as he moved to assist Iviana tend the tortured victim's wounds.
"Yer safe no'. We'll loo' af'er yer now."

In reply to Sven Arnoff (msg # 44):

"Just kill 'im. He'll be more trouble than he's worth."
"We already know how to get out of here, and I bet one of this lot," he waved at the two women and two orcs still locked up in the cells, "know as well."

In reply to Rolf the Strong (msg # 46):

Sven nodded and silently readied his gladius across the unfortunate's neck. Before finishing the job he looked to the Prince for confirmation. It may be difficult for others to tell, but Sven was quite enamored of the man.

"Let's get the civilians out of here and move on."

Not much else to say. Can't leave these poor people here.

"We need information. More than just 'what's the way out' We want to know the factions, their forces, the politics. A torturer is exactly the sort of man who would know those things"

"No, we cannot kill prisoners out of hand. We do not know the full situation here."
"Stay your hand Sven, for now. This man will face trial for his alleged crimes."
The Prince did not need to remind any of them that torture, while distasteful, was carried out by even the most pure of heart rulers and not in of itself unlawful. The man on the rack may well deserve his agonies.

Gwythe gets to work releasing the prisoners spread across the other cells.

Amathaon went to help Gwythe with releasing the prisoners. He kept his hand on the falchions hilt, just in case.

"Please, help us!?" one of the two female prisoners begged from within the southern cell, tears streaming down her filthy cheeks.
"Get us out of here! I don't want to die!"

"My Lord? Permission to help the prisoners?"

The prince is both the legal and moral authority here.

Sven scowled at the prisoner and the room went slightly darker for an instant. The weapon lowered but remained ready for an excuse. He watched the other party members organise the ever increasing convoy with a keen eye.

A brief look of disappointment flashed over the Princes face.
"Do you believe it necessary to obtain permission before doing the right thing?"

"I'm still a squire my Lord. It's not my place to make judgments yet. It's true I'll have to make these calls on my own when I'm Knighted, but that day has not yet come."

Couldn't be helped.

Still, he said, 'do the right thing', so he proceeds to free prisoners.