A new day for The Outriders (dnd ttrpg PM Siobhan before joining to see if she can handle another)

“Guess it will depend if we live through this or not… I don’t exactly like the idea of dragging someone through town that’s all tied up. It’s going to raise suspicion and while we have managed to be lucky this far… I’m skeptical about how long our luck will last. So you will have to excuse me if I seem tense or on edge…”
She leans her head against his leg…
“I have a bad feeling and honestly just want to get us all back safe….”
 
Nuada squats down and gives Bubbles a hug. "I have no doubt we will get back to the temple , there may be some more violence but we have managed so far and no doubt we will again - if the worst comes to worst run away as fast as you can and hide then find Greta she will make sure your safe"
 
“It’s not me that I worry about. I have my ways of escaping trouble. It’s others that I worry about… “.
Bubbles ponders for a bit…
“What about if we stuffed her into a barrel…?”
 
"if we can find a barrel - but then rolling a barrel would be kinda noisy" Nuada stands "If Trilan makes you embarrassed or teases you jus tell him to go fuck himself - which i have no doubt he probably could"
 
“We could acquire a cart and put the barrel on the cart? Or you tall people can just take an end each since I can’t imagine it would be that heavy… or we can just knock her out and pretend she is drunk and escorting her home but she may need to be untied for that as I’m not sure the excuse of ‘she is a mage that goes magic crazy when drunk and we can’t risk her setting fire to random things… again’”.
 
"These are all good ideas Bubbles , but I do not see any carts around we can acquire, we will have to get to the docks and get a boat as best we can. If the evil bitch wakes up I am sure we can put her back to sleep"
 
Bubbles looks around and shrugs before continuing to walk towards the docks
 
The dark haired woman laughed "fair enough you little bastard" She hoisted the woman. "lets make ourselves move swiftly down towards the river. If we cut over there, you can see a sort of alley between those houses" She grunted "maybe some help Nuada" Struggling with the awkward weight of the priestess. "if the two of you could keep an eye out..."

The quartet made their way through a narrow space between two garden walls. They had to spend a few minutes quietly hunched in the dark as roving town guardsmen made their way past, but slowly in fits and starts made it down to the river. There were no docks per se, but a few houses had little piers and there was a rowboat. The boat was big enough for maybe three. plus the priestess.
 
Trilan smiled and kept his head on a swivel as they walked. Somehow, they made it to a boat, seemingly undetected. Unfortunately, the gnome was smart enough to count. A boat big enough for four people, and they had six with them. The woman who had been on the altar needed to get to safety, and the priestess needed to be kept secure. Nuada and Khadija were more well-suited than he to dispatching threats quietly, and Bubbles could perhaps tend to anyone who needed care, so he was the logical first choice to stay back. Curious who would stay with him, he let the team know he’d stay behind.

“Go. I’ll hide here for a bit in case anyone followed us this far, then I’ll make my way to what…the temple? The inn?”
 
Bubbles looks at the boat and then up at the party.
“Ummm no chance we could magic this into a bigger boat? Or is anyone secretly some form of water spirit or merperson and can swim along beside us? Otherwise I guess we will need to split up… some of us on foot and some in the boat?”
 
Nuada helped with the scantily clad priestess. The rope work provided plenty of hand holds.
"I hate to split the party up" he thought for a bit but could find no credible alternative "the temple rather than the inn."
 
Khadija nodded "Nuada and I will ahve to carry her, unless the two of you have some way to make her pliant with magic. If that's the case, he and I should take the boat into town. Two gnomes walking the street at night shouldn't draw too much attention, really."

The pair had the option of looking for another boat to steal, or going along the river road to meet them in the town square. ALternatively, they could go back and wait for Greta to be done at the party.
 
Trilan nodded, and pulled Bubbles back to hide until the boat was away. Then, he hooked his arm for his fellow gnome in gentlemanly fashion. “Well, to the town square, my darling?” he crooned. “Unless you’d like to drink the night away? Roaming the city with me?” There was a glint in his eye, as there almost always was, but his voice was sincere.
 
Bubbles places her hand on his arm. “As tempting as it would be to drink the night away I am pretty sure the others would get upset if we weren’t at the meeting place when they got there… perhaps once this is over the drinking can commence…”
 
Trilan beamed at the other gnome. "Perhaps we should arrive first, then, and dip our toes in our cups before they join us." He starts walking with Bubbles, a skip in his step. "It's a lovely night, after all. It'd be a shame to waste it." He does his best to keep an eye out for any threats, while pretending to be on a peaceful stroll with a lover.
 
Khadija and Nuada were able to load the priestess into the boat. At this point, she was struggling and clearly angry, but she didn't do anything to tip the boat over. The pair rowed downriver, towards the center of town. The nicer houses were upriver, where there was fresher water available, and so they moved with the current along down to their ultimate destination.

The gnomes had a harder time of it, neither of them being from the City and the streets being a maze as they wended their way through the hills. After a half hour or so, it was clear they were lost.
 
Bubbles looks over at Trilan “do you have any idea where we are going? Cause this doesn’t feel right to me…” she grips onto his arm tighter while keeping an eye out and feeling on high alert.
 
Fortunately, the neighborhood was safe, and while it took a bit to get into town, the pair of gnomes made it safely. The priestess was another matter, the pair carrying her had to skulk about through a well patrolled and travelled part of the city. When they finally reached the Temple square, Khadija's authority was enough to get her to the temple, but only minutes before the lost gnomes made it. When the gag was removed she sputtered curses, dire imprecations and vile unrepeatable epithets.

She was gorgeous, in all her fury. Olive skinned like so many of the natives, with thick dark curly hair. Pouty lips that seemed almost too beautiful, thick and inviting. Her outfit barely concealed firm high breasts, and her hips were wide but her legs and ass were toned. She looked sculpted, as if some deity or demon had remade a woman in the image of sex. It made sense, given the nature of the cult. For everyone in the room (straight or not) it was hard not to imagine the feel of those lips, the press of her body against the onlooker. Something about her practically begged for touches. Finally, as her fury subsided, she glared around at them "I take it from the fact that I am alive that you want something."
 
Trilan walks up to the woman and pokes her aggressively with one finger as high as he can reach. He steels himself, voice as stern as he can manage. “Listen here. I couldn’t let them destroy a gorgeous work of art like yourself, but I barely talked them into sparing you until now so you’re going to have to start helping me out here if you want to keep doing that breathing thing that makes your fantastic tits rise and fall like an island tide.” He steps back and points angrily at the ritual’s victim. “You can start with reversing what you’ve done to this poor woman!”
 
Nuada pulls out a knife and starts to clean his fingers. "Trilan which bit do not you want to cut off if she won't talk? Khadija do you have room in the cellar where she can be ... questioned without disturbing anyone."
 
Bubbles looks over the victim to see if there is anything she can do to help her while listening in on the others. She then yells back to them “oh I’ve got ways of making her tell the truth if needed…”
She turns to the victim and says quietly “you know as a holy person who spends most of their time healing people I seem to be doing a very shit job with fixing you and I apologise. I promise I am trying just whatever this bitch has done to you does not appear to be something I can fix using my usual methods. But I’m not going to give up…. We will make her talk one way or another. I think my way would cause her the least amount of pain so maybe it is best to let the others question her and get some revenge for you… and before she even does the whole “over my dead body” thing that can be arranged…” the gnome smiles in a somewhat reassuring and her creepy way as the lines start to begin to blur of if she is telling the truth or lying….
 
The woman looked between them "I am just the conduit. It is the will of the Goddess that the infidel give their energy to restore the faithful. They who cast down our goddess, who dethroned her from heaven should pay the price. Let the faithful bask in everlasting youth. Let their cries of pleasure and enjoyment of their bodies exult her name. I pray the words, i beg the gift, but it does not come from me and as it does not... I cannot undo it." She looked them over with her rich chocolate eyes, worrying a full lip "Come, revel in the worship of the goddess with me. Fuck me, slake your lusts on my body and give yourself to her."
 
Trilan sticks out his lower lip in a pout. “I’d love a three-way but not with her. Maybe we can find a different third if you make it long enough.” He walks over to the victim, taking time to really look at her now that they’re in a stable location. “I’m not ready to give up on undoing this. Not yet. We need information right now, though.”

He walks back to the priestess. “Tell us about your order, then. I can probably keep the elf from maiming you, and the other gnome from doing even worse to you, until you run out of things we don’t know.”
 
Bubbles pouts
“Trilan why do you ruin all my fun? I mean I had so much fun watching her trying to do her little ritual in silence… But fine… do it your way… I can wait…”
Bubbles looks up at Nuada “can I take you up on that drink now? Pretty sure our victim may like a drink as well…”
She then looks over at the woman “I’m so sorry we probably shouldn’t keep calling you victim…. What is your name? Sorry I’m not really good with the whole social thing…”.
 
Nuada nods stops cleaning his nails and passes Bubbles his flask "careful that will strip the hair off a troll. Save me some"
Walks over to prisoner
"Lets start with an easy one shall we"
Trails the point on the knife over her left breast.
"How many guards are there at the house?"
 
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