Voss hurried behind Nakoa as the senior wrean walked to the alleys. Instantly, Nakoa had them pinned to a wall. Kinky. A high pitched voice squeaked out from the figure. Behind a scared face, the cultist rallied up their courage within. "I'll tell you nothing, miscreant. Unhand me!" Vossari decided to help, by throwing a roundhouse kick into the figure's ribs.
A yelp of pain accompanied the crunch of bone. "You think you can beat the answers out of me?" A pained wheeze accompanied a laugh. "The Noctem is all powerful, all-seeing, all-knowing. We will devour you!" Vossari sighed. He withdrew his blade from its scabbard.
<I dunno, Nakoa.> he started in Tethysian. <Doesn't seem like he wants to talk. You got any...improved ways of gathering information?> The academy had trained acolytes in the use of (and defense against) mental manipulation. But would Vossari be strong enough, finite enough, to use this power effectively?
They weren't sure. They raised a finger and placed it on their quarry's temple, though, to begin the process.
@Mr. Teatime
A yelp of pain accompanied the crunch of bone. "You think you can beat the answers out of me?" A pained wheeze accompanied a laugh. "The Noctem is all powerful, all-seeing, all-knowing. We will devour you!" Vossari sighed. He withdrew his blade from its scabbard.
<I dunno, Nakoa.> he started in Tethysian. <Doesn't seem like he wants to talk. You got any...improved ways of gathering information?> The academy had trained acolytes in the use of (and defense against) mental manipulation. But would Vossari be strong enough, finite enough, to use this power effectively?
They weren't sure. They raised a finger and placed it on their quarry's temple, though, to begin the process.
@Mr. Teatime