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He should have fallen on his sword. That would have been the sensible thing to do.
Punched his ticket for Elysium right away, no waiting around.
He thought they'd only kill him.
Why did he think that? How stupid was he? Why in the world did he think that?
And now instead of his next great adventure he's flubbed a save against dominate person.
That's the problem with Hellknights - or - one of the many problems with Hellknights. They never ask before they go all Judge Dredd on whatever fragile thing the Guard managed to set up.
She has - had - three Liason Officers in Citadel Vraid and no one ever told them shit.
You'll take and keep your hands off the hilt of that sword if you know what's good for you.
He knows that voice.
Toff sprints past the silent image - hair wild, eyes wild, flowing beard in disarray -
In file behind Toff Ornelos, four armed guards enter the room.
(It's getting pretty crowded in there!)
Knowledge (local) or (nobility) will identify a handful of them as fairly notable in their own right. They shout and shove for peons to make way - to make way for Lord Glorio Arkona!
You can tell your grandchildren of the glorious day that goons from House Arkona graciously grabbed your chair and gallantly flung you forth from of it.
Enter Lord Arkona.
There's... exactly one empty chair, apparently.
He pulls it out and offers it to his cousin with a smile.
To a discerning eye - and the greatest pupil of Vencarlo Orisini has a discerning eye from its white to its iris - it's obvious from their casual movements and resting posture, even from the movement of their eyes, that Glorio and his cousin Melyia are deadly fighters.
It's not something you can fake, and it's very hard to conceal.
She couldn't put a number on it, but -
Glorio Arkona has at least 6 BAB.
Melyia has thirteen.
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