Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Two lifeless forms were taken to the Fist Compound and turned over to the Jailers. Dallenthel tell's them of how he witnessed the murder of Elohir and heard the two discuss "Dragging him to the Temple". Dallenthel also tells them of how after he Resurected the elf, he told of how the Human was wanted for being a banite by the Circle. Dallenthel tells the Officers that he only witnessed the Human do the killing.. The Hin was there and spoke to the Human as if she was helping..

After the cells are locked and the bodies inside, Dallenthel reaches through and touches a Rod to their chest.

"Now the can answer for their crimes!" The Knight states the The Jailers.

///Elohir was the one murdered.. Vishnir and Sendra are the two locked up.. Let's get some Forum RP going shall we?

Vishnir wakes in his cramped cell. . . his head pounding. The Dreaded Doom looks around and spots Tomar. He smiles with evil glee.

A stripped and beaten old man lay on the dank cold stone of his dark cell. He much liked it in there... it reminded him of... home. A rat scurried by the still body of the half naked old man, creeping closer to get a better smell, and perhaps, a little nibble to test the carrion. However, as the little rodent scuttles forth, taking a little sniff as its whiskers brush Tomar's body, lighting reflexes suddenly send a bony old hand snatching up the rodent in a death grip.

"Well well, what have we here hmm?" he looks into the rodents eye's ponderously. "Come for a little late night snack? Well thank you, I am honored my little friend." He decides to give one last kindhearted smile to the rodent and then with a sudden clenching of his teeth he crushes the rodent in his clutching withered fist and tears off its head with his teeth and spits it to the side.

"A late night snack indeed..." he smiles wickedly to himself before consuming the entirety of the rodents body.

Sleep befalls the old man as he patiently... waits? hmm, yes waits... he smiles to himself in his dreams as he is shown what is to come by some dark power that lurks within his very soul. yes.. wait....


A loud clank of steel and the scuffling of footsteeps and dragged bodies suddenly rouses Tomar. His eyes shoot open in the dark but he stays laying unmoved on the cold stone, still as a corpse. Another clammer of iron against iron rings through the corridor as cell doors are thrown open along with the cursing of what could only be the jailer guards and the thumps of two bodies hitting hard stone. A moment later the iron doors slam shut and two bright flashes follow along with the words,
"Now they can answer for their crimes!"

The footsteps disipate, a door slams and all is silent yet again. Tomar smiles to himself as he slowly lifts his head to look over at the newcommers, recognizing his Dreaded doom. The two look into each other's eyes as a wicked smile slowly formulates onto Tomar's face.

"Patience brother..." His wicked smile slowly forms into something beyond wicked, almost, demonic as a slow cackle is drawn forth from the old mans rotten teeth and vile lips, sending a chill of fright through the very bones of Vishner himself.

"He is here"

An ole man is allowed into the Fist's jailed area.

Slowly making his way back to the dark, dirty cells.

Stops at the jail Fist guard. Speaking loud enough so just the guard and those in close proximity could hear...Is that those smelly, bastadages of a banite!!??

The guard nods.

The ole man reaches into his side bag. Pulls out fist sized tomatoes, starts to hurl them, one after another, after another. He takes a break after throwing for what seemed minutes.

The guard scratches his chins, wondering where all those tomatoes came from. Shrugs and chuckles, thinking to himself, a magic bag of holding.

The ole man commences again throwing and yelling...Scumy Banites, smelly Banites, bastadages!

Finally, after yelling himself hoarse. The ole man proceeds to the front door of the jail, walking slowing back out the door.

The guards watch the ole man, too hoarse to talk, walk out the door. Then they all start to laugh. Shaking their heads at the spectacle which knocked on their door that tonight.

*Sighs* no that sure as hell wasn't me, but I did do a jail break today, was a monster event that lead into a couple people being in jail which I didnt inticipate being there, well it was Tomar and Vishnir locked in the Fist prison and a covert Drow group, 1 level 16 and two level 1 chars infiltrated after a long series of rp and such came to spring vish and tomar out of jail, well it didnt go as plan and 2 of your fist and a wiz kiled the 2 low levels and took tomar, they left vishnir behind which the survining Dro w raised/ patched up the wounded and took vishnir and a femal halfling from there cells and fled a chase through the city into a portal outside the city.
It was a great event and I feel you pain on to many escaping , this was quite different where the main target of escape was taken by another ( surfacer). Not something I have done before (springing out) and not something I'll do again for a long lng tim. but the event was well excutioned, and the fist and other pksyers took the main target with them and escaped. I have fun on this one

Put into prison rags carried to a holding cell Fist officers push Cody into his new home. "We got company fer ya." One of the officers remarks as Cody stumbles forward. Glancing back at the officers as they close the cell door behind him. Looking around his cell it consisted of three humans from what he could tell.

Glancing across his cell he could see a large half orc holding a rat just starring at him. Turning back to his cell companions his need to steal was already kicking in.

Three days later in fist prisons...

"Lights out" jailer said as he walked down the prison cells checking them. Sitting in his own secluded section of the cell near the bar cells the shadows swallowed Cody. Sounds of snoring signaled him to move.

Next morning in mates can be heard in a up roar as two of them fight in Cody cell. "Dirty thief been stealing straw from my bed?"

"Stop trying to change the subject I know you've been stealing the soles of me boots." Other in mate exclaims. Holding up a boot with the soles missing.

Argument continues until the man with the boot pulls a shiv from his cot and stabs the other man. Fist guards rush into the cell restraining the man. As the commotion ends and the cell returns to order Cody grins and looks at the half orc in the other cell. "Hello my names Colt, what's your name?"

The the men of the Flaiming Fist.

I Beren Cross priest of Tyr witnessed with several others two halflings summoning hellhounds in the Farmlands. After being confronted for such actions both chose to flee.

Both halflings are dark skinned with tattoos. One wears red leather armor and weilds a bone with arcane runes on it as a weapon.

To whom ever it may concern with in the fist.

My name is Colt a simple dwarf on hard times. I'm not the best fighter, or the most brave person. Deep down I really want to help the Fist in any way I can. Before my wife died from the black gnome, I swore on her tomb stone I would help the fist. So here I'am asking you for a chance to join your ranks, as the town crier. My voice is pleasent to the ears, my ringing arm chimes like a chorus. Unlike the current crier, who has been known to drink on the job. Once I even saw him flash a crowd of people, and pointed to him self referring to it as Crown Silver.

For ever a fan,
Colt.

OOC: You guys don't use this thread enough. Thought the guild listing thread for the fist was rp thread.

*Disguised as a waitress from elf song tavern Cody delivers a letter to the Fist.*

To Flaming Fist.

My name is Colt, currently I'm being accused of being a drow collaberator. The accusations are false and the entire city of Beregost witnessed events and will be able to easily clear up the lies Midian and Boro are saying.

It seems my judge will be Beren Cross, a man who him self is potentially a drow sympathizer. I ask that some one with in the Fist be judge to my case. If Beren Cross is allowed to issue my judgement he will silence me to cover his own tracks.

See you on court day, Love Colt.
Tell Fist lady with the hood I said hello.

Strung up to the wall in the Fist prisons Cody is held up by his chains. Unable to stand on his own any more the brand on his fore head gets infected by the waste thrown on him. As the days go on the infection spreads to his left eye.

Every day the sound of food sliding under the bars, stopping just out of his reach. Jailers voice, telling him to confess becomes his only comfirt even if he doesn't respond. Followed shortly by his food being taken away.

Every day his health weakens a little bit more. Only thing keeping him alive is a new found hatred for the Fist.

Suvania comes down on a daily basis to inspect the inmates and make sure the jailers are doing their job. She watches the chained and once cheerful if not mentally impaired colt now broken and sulking on the wall drooling with dried excrement on him.

If Suvania shows any sign of remorse for his fate or delight none can be found. To her the simple fact is the laws must be enforced and the fist are the law. Suvania departs the dungeon to seek the next meathead thinking they can defy the law of the lands.

// couldnt find a Fist on line so im rping it here - hope someoen will pick up on it



Aleilsum, in a hot slow burning fury, accompanied by Alarice, dumps the unconscious body of Wyd Amoxa'lyn in front of the Fist Headquarters and asks to see someone.

He reports that in Beregost, the Gnome used Mind Dominate on him and earlier had offered insult and assault to Alarice, and aided a Bane worshipper in his assalt on a group outside the Bhalian Temple. He suggests talking to Lynneth Valkyrie as witness to the gnome aiding the self - proclaimed Bane worshipper (admittedly perhaps unknowingly). Tehre had been there also a man named Geralt, and there was another man whose name he didn't know.

he turns to Alarice to confirm this

Alarice confirms all the details stated by Aleilsum about Wyd's actions and adds that all these events stemmed from the Gnomes poorly judged attempt to aid Alarice (the assault) whilst he was invisible. Alarice cannot name the additional man that was present at the events outside the temple of Bhaal because she (read me) doesn't remember it.

A fist Corporal enters the prisons, his helmet is tucked under his arm. Two privates accompany him as he makes his way to Axle. Saluting Axle he quickly gets to the point.

"Under orders from Sergeant Clay, you are to release prisoner Colt." Corporal says with a tired look in his eyes.

"Just give me a few more days I can break him." Axle replies looking up from his desk.

"If you were going to break him, you would of by now. From what I hear he isn't in any position to talk." Corporal eyes Axle with annoyance.

"He helped a drow, that alone should ensure he never leaves these walls." Axle says with a slight smirk.

"Our investigation has proven inconclusive. If you wish for me to tell Sergeant Clay to report the details to you him self.." Axle cuts off the corporal off before he can finish speaking.

"No, no. I'll release him immediately." Axle says grudgingly.

Corporal salutes before he leaves with his men in tow. Axle gets two of his trusted guards and enters the prison. Unchaining Cody from the wall, his barely breathing body is dragged from the prisons.

Some where in the back alleys near the east gate...

"Lets just leave him here. He's out of the noble area, he looks like he's about to die. Gate guards can bury him when they find him." One of the prison guards says as he nudges Cody with his foot. The other guard nods and they both make their way back to head quarters.

As they vanish into the distance a nervous prison guard who had trailed them emerges from around a corner. Glancing around to see if any one see's him, the guard picks Colt up and carries him to the temple of Illmater.