Gameplay - Dangerous Prisoner

You've been dragging Gilchan Abidal from his hole. A crumbling watchtower in the forest that you veritably brought down around him in an impromptu siege that lasted only a few minutes. He still carries a mark across his face, from his lips to his right cheek, where debris knocked him senseless.

Gilchan is a notorious escape artist, and nearly broke free of your control. Who knew a man could run so fast with hands tied tight. Now, ankles hobbled by a short rope, he is well watched by the six of you.

As you top a rise on the road, you can finally see Marian Town, and beyond it, the Greyback River that bisects the Duchy of Harcourt. Harcourt is really an independent kingdom, following a barely-bloody war of succession a generation ago, but the name Duchy of Harcourt remains out of a fierce sort of defiance.

The town smokes near the water, but not too near. Closest to the river is a tall, oddly shaped tower atop a misplaced hill that lifts above the ground and towers over the river. On the left side of the tower from your position is a lower, river level depression where the ferry and docks, and a smelly shanty town where a large number of fisherfolk live.

Higher up and on the right side of the tower from you, is the town proper, a thriving trading town along two intersecting trade routes, three if you count the river, and a military outpost that defends the region. The bustle of the town relies on abundant labourers for hire, and a soldiery with a penchant for spending their wages on drink and song. Still, it is an orderly town, and Colonel Brightmane brooks no debauchery from his troops. Well, very little. Okay, some, but strictly honorable things.

Your mission is to deliver Abidal to Warden Meinert, a silverhaired man known as a capable administrator despite his failing health, and his second Helge, a daunting woman also of later age but of undeniable strength and will. The jail is on the far right side of the town.

Kelvin's keen eyes pick out the road to the jail. The main road you're on intersects with another, and that passes near the jail to your far right near the edge of the town. You won't have to pass within town to get there, although there are other travelers on the highway that worry you some what.

Gilchan looks (acts) suitably cowed by Grok.

Baroril also notices the highway traffic, as well, though just as a general hazard rather than any one of them in particular.

The journey to town is doubly tense. Expecting trouble, your eyes track the prisoner and innocent travelers besides. Your weapons to hand, the farmers and merchants give you a wide berth. Still, your jaws ache from clenching by the time that you arrive at the jail.

The building is big and blocky, constructed from large stones in a brick like fashion. Several small windows interupt the facade, all barred.

The heavy door is inset, battle scarred yet still solid looking. You push it open, and find a desk Sargent behind a barred counter to the left. A barred door straight ahead leads down into the dungeons. A hallway behind the counter leads up some stairs. A small, iron door leads behind the counter.

The Sargent looks at you. "The hell you want?"

"The hell is he?"

"You dropping off that guy? What's his name?" The Sergeant stands up, shuffling a short pack of scrolls. He limos over to the counter and eyes the prisoner. "Abidal? You selling orphans to the orcs again?"

The Sergeant pulls a lever and the barred door unlocks. "Take him downstairs to the second last cell on the right. I'll grab the warden to see about your reward."

Hanson follows silently behind Grok. Eyes steady on Adidal, till the swing of the ceil door shutting. With a relief shoulder shrug of now I can rest easy tonight! Hanson whispers to Grok "we should have broken his hands for the trouble he gave us". Hanson smiles slightly and looks around the place.

You enter the jail, and pass a check point where another guard unlocks a set of doors for you. You then pass into the jail proper, past a row of cells, most of which have a few prisoners, totaling about 16 in all.

The very last cell had a man chained to the wall, covered in scabs and blood. His wild eyed gaze doesn't focus on anything but under his breath you can hear a mad gibbering.

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Please roll initiative and indicate where you are on the map when you close Abidal in his cell.

I stand right beside Grok. Nodding his head in a job well done after scanning the room, he looks at his fellow men in arms and shouts "One more job done under our belt boys, we can sleep easy tonight!".