Garak holds up his hand for everybody to stop the wagons. He heads towards his horse and his pack on the animal. From within the pack, he pulls several separately wrapped items. He also carried a twelve foot long pole of very sturdy wood."Come, gather around."
The assassin then turns to face everybody. Where his head was previously covered in flame red hair, it was now black streaked with grey. The flesh of his face and body was grey as ash. His eyes had even changed, as they were black as night. Without the usual pigment of his eyes present, his look at each of the party members was somewhat unsettling. It was impossible to tell who he was looking at exactly or even what emotion he was feeling at the moment.
The assassin finally spoke when everybody had gathered around.
"I have something for each of you."
Garak had his reasons for the speech, and despite his face and tone of voice being completely devoid of emotion, he was happy for the discomfort he was about to create.
"In town, I picked up a few items; things that I felt each of you could use in our travels. I think that my choices will be appropriate for you.
The assassin produces the first bundle and hands it to Lorem. "Lorem. You are an archer of considerable talent."
He then holds up a second package. "Joachim. Your wife, if we ever see her again, and if she even still lives always seemed to like playing in the dirt. This is for her." ~I hope she's laying face down in a field full of cow dung pierced by so many arrows that a horde of goblins would be entertained for hours trying to fill all the holes with their members.~
His true feelings for Joachim's wife were kept completely to himself.
A third package is then produced. "Raz. I think you might be useful as a priest...maybe..."
The assassin pauses for a moment as he quickly considers at least two dozen ways to kill the large bastard right then. "I have several things for you that might actually make you useful to us."
He looks again to Joachim. "You have some healing powers, so your duty should not be on the front line of combat. However, you could prove useful in a fight if equipped properly."
Garak gives him the final package along with the long pole.
"Tamrik. I have nothing for you other than my contempt. When we first arrived in town, you said something to me for which I may never forgive you. For that, you can fend for yourself you rotten bastard."
For the first time in this speech, Garak's words are full of venom and hatred. He looked at the warrior for a moment and briefly looked like he was about to launch into an attack.
A few moments later, the hateful expression faded and he turned his focus back to the land around them.
He points in the direction of the goblins. "There are four goblins in that direction. They seem to be led by a hobgoblin. They have a make-shift camp established there, but it is not fortified. I can communicate with goblins, but think it's more fun to slaughter their pathetic hides. Directly across from this opening is a small indention in the wall where several humanoids appear to have been killed and disassembled. To the left is unexplored for now. I'm going to scout that way right now and will return with a report. I personally am not interested in getting caught in a two-front battle, and want to make sure we know what enemies are around us."
He clears his throat and smiles for a moment, knowing full well what he's about to say.
"Back to all your new possessions. The gifts are yours to enjoy. None of them are cursed, they are all very useful in their own way, and they are all magical. I know their full power, and will tell you each what your particular item or items do. But first, you have a choice to make. The items you hold now were gained through the cold-blooded murder of several people in the town we just left. I will not tell you who died or why they no longer are recognizable by their kin for that is my business. However, I will happily take anything back that you do not wish to keep should your particular morals get in the way."
With that, the assassin gives them a bow and turns to explore the passage to the left. "We can discuss this further when I return."
Garak keeps to the shadows as much as possible. When he moves away from the others, he does so with
expert silence and stealth
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d20 Results: 2 (Total = 23)
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Hide in Shadows:
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d20 Results: 20 (Total = 45)
He knew that the news he had just left with the group would make many of them exceptionally uncomfortable. It almost made him giggle uncontrollably, but nobody in the party saw the wicked smile on his face.