[RP] Play-By-Post Pathfinder

[Arete]

(your character probably does not know what a zelekhut inevitable is, but it looks something like this:

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[Geyde]

Holy aura

[Leafia]

(Ah okay. Thanks. I didn’t know what one looked like either so he wasn’t the only one who didn’t.)

[Arete]

The Abadaran diligently records your testimony. As you speak, you see the other two guards move in to take hold of Rafau by either shoulder. They still don’t seem to entirely believe you — or rather, they believe you’re telling the truth, but not that you didn’t find some sort of clever wording loophole — but just in case, they want to be on guard.

“Give me my spell too!” demands Rafau, his composure gone.

“As I said, you will need to testify to the actual charges under dispute —”

“I’ll say whatever you like, just give me the spell! Do you want my money or not?”

“Very well,” says the Abadaran, casting the same spell on him. Once again, the same guise flickers over his face for a moment, before passing.

[Arete]

“All they have is conjecture !” says Rafau. “Guesswork! I’ve been serving on this force for decades. I’m no cultist! Do you really think I’d risk my life for the kind of plot he just told you about?”

The Abadaran sighs. “That was not what you were asked to attest to,” she says. “I believe you were asked to deny—” (she makes eye contact with Rika for a moment) “—whether you know the cultists and whether you were involved with the symbol in the cellar.” She looks at him expectantly.

“How should I know whether I’ve met them?” he says. “It’s not like they’ll just tell anyone who asks—”

[May]

“A question cannot be true or false.”

[Leafia]

“Correct.” Zelsh commented.

[Arete]

“Did you, or did you not, involve yourself with a demonic cult for financial gain ,” says the Abadaran.

Rafau’s face is red, his breathing heavy. Sweat is dripping from his forehead. “I wouldn’t have let them burn down Hazel Ford!” he says, practically shouting. “You know who it was who tipped off the Watch? I think it was one of the cultists. They’re the only ones who knew the right information, besides me.”

He wipes some sweat from his brow. His ranting is getting steadily less coherent. “If you ask me, I’d guess they were mad about having to cough up money to their betters. But it’s their own fault. If they hadn’t been stupid enough to go along with what I suggested, they’d never have been in trouble. Ignorant fools, all of them. A god like that doesn’t care about them, no matter what sort of children’s stories they believe about dragons.”

He’s saying this under a truthspell, so presumably he actually believes it, but his opinion does not seem… entirely objective.

“And you!” he says, jabbing his finger at Rika. “You could have just taken my offer. You’d have been better off. But as long as they live, my friends will never forgive you for what you’ve done. If you’re smart, you’ll get out of Hazel Ford while you still have two working legs.”

[Arete]

The customers in the bank are openly staring at him. One of the bankers is trying to hide behind the counter; multiple customers are hiding behind a decorative pillar. Someone has placed her hand over her toddler’s ears.

[Arete]

“I, ah, think that should settle it,” says the Abadaran. “Was there anything else we should clear up before the spell wears off?”

This question seems to be directed mostly at the party.

[May]

“I think I’m plenty well-off getting to watch this.” Paprika finally smiles, and her voice sounds delighted. “What do you think I use my money for?”

“Ask him who’s involved with the cult. Any major players we should know about, links to important people? He was making a lot of money, after all.”

[Leafia]

“Zelsh doesn’t think so.” Zelsh replied.

[Geyde]

“I’d appreciate it if he told us about his contacts. Would make everything a whole lot easier.”

[Leafia]

“Yeah. My friends are correct.” Zelsh said with a nod.

[Geyde]

He looks to Rafau.

“Who knows? Might help your situation as well.”

[Arete]

“Why should I tell you anything? I doubt it’ll make a difference to my sentence.” He thinks for a moment. “But on the other hand, at least the b-” (he makes a sort of hiccupping sound) “disreputable person who sold us out would pay for ruining what we had.”

He starts listing off names. None of them are people you’ve encountered by name since your arrival (you may make a K(Local) check if you want to identify any of them anyway), but from the expressions people are making it seems some of them are familiar to at least some of the people here.

[Arete]

The muscular guy is still at headquarters! Your companions, however, are not.

[May]

(K(Local))

@discobot roll 1d20

[discobot]

13

[Geyde]

Wanderer will note these for future divination attempts.