conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Farmerbink: About midway through first watch, Arcturus notices Nualia beginning to stir.  At first, he gives it no mind- she's bound and gagged, after all.  Over the next several minutes, however, it quickly becomes apparent that she's well and truly returning to consciousness, no doubt with quite the headache for the party's trouble.  When her eyes finally open, furious recognition is plain to see on her expression.  She immediately begins struggling against her bonds, to no apparent avail.
  
  Grunts and scrapes divide Arcturus' attention between the hallway where he stands sentinel and the prisoner over whom he stands guard.  It's a little surprising when the priestess' raspy voice calls from the side, " What, they left  you  to watch me, and you can't even be bothered?  Such arrogance will be your undoing, " she snarls.  Arcturus' lack of a response seems only to add flame to the bound woman's ire.  " I'll kill you for this!   Answer me!  " she demands, from the floor.  She continues to struggle against her bonds, thus far making no discernible progress towards freedom.
  
  Arcturus intones a simple phrase, and light appears- emanating from his dagger.  His expression is unkind, to say the least.  For the moment, at least, Nualia lapses into silence.  She continues to strain against her bonds.  The manacles hold fast, where the linen gag failed.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: MuffinMan: Seeing the woman continue to struggle, Arcturus walks over to inspect her bindings, holding the  light  from his dagger aloft. He is cautious to avoid being kicked or tripped as he approaches to verify that her bonds are intact. " I have nothing to say to you. " he finally mentions as he looks around for the gag. " We will deal with you in the morning, and you will answer for your crimes. Whether you spend the time until then in silence, or in   pain  , is entirely up to you. " Once he has located the gag he attempts to reattach it, again wary of any attempts by the captive to bite him, or worse.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Farmerbink: Arcturus manages to retie the gag, avoiding the woman's snarling teeth in the meanwhile.  She does continue to struggle, her motions varying spasmodically between subdued resignation and furious activity.  It's almost an hour later, when Cade emerges from his borrowed chambers, to find Arcturus retying the gag for the third time.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 3SecondCultist: Appearing on the scene, Cade just sighs. He doesn't greet the sorcerer, nor does he say goodbye when Arcturus leaves the room. His focus is on the bound Nualia, just as it should be. Once making sure that all of the restrictions are in place, the young scholar leans against the far wall of the hallway.
  
   "I understand, you know. A few exceptions aside, Sandpoint is a hovel of miserable, small-minded people. I'm not condoning your slaughtering them, of course, but the impulse is not entirely foreign to me."  Making sure the chemicals are off of his hands, Cade rubs his eyes and chuckles.  "You know that I was locked up for your crimes? Deverin thought that I was responsible for what you had done; I spent a few nights in Sandpoint's jail. I mentioned it before, but our group was in the midst of a heated discussion at the time." 
   "Of course, you can't say anything, but I thought it would be amusing for you to hear that. You'll be taking my place, naturally. But you knew that." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Farmerbink: Nualia returns Cade's stare.  For the moment, she makes no effort to struggle against her bonds.  Her eyes speak of hatred and condescension, and her shoulders remain back, in a poise of valiant defiance.  She resumes her struggles as soon as Cade's attention is diverted, rubbing against the stone walls and floor in attempt to break loose.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 3SecondCultist: Noticing the struggles, Cade pulls out a small dagger. Kneeling not too far away from where Nualia’s position, he takes the blade and jabs it into the skin above the hairline behind her ear, creating a shallow cut where it is less visible.
  
   "Did you know that some of the more barbarous Shoanti tribes actually take skin from their defeated enemies? It is a sign of dishonour."  Thinking about it for another moment, Cade moves forward and with some sawing, cuts off one lock of white hair.
  
   "Maybe if you keep this up, there will be nothing left." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Farmerbink: Cade's rather pointed interjection earns an expression of surprise from the bound priestess, followed shortly by a narrowing of the eyes.  He gets the distinct notion that if she could, she'd spit in his face.  A few minutes after he turns away, she starts moving again- more subtly, as if she's trying to hide her efforts, but Cade notices, regardless.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 3SecondCultist: "I can still see you, Nualia."  Cade tightens the restraints past the point of comfort, and takes a few more locks of hair as punishment.  "There really is no use trying to get free right now. Not much gets past me, I’m afraid." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Farmerbink: Cade's punishment earns him another snarl and glare from the still-gagged priestess.  She resigns herself to her fate- at least for now, and sits quietly against the wall.
  
  When Ben arrives to take over from Cade, he notices the bindings being new (and over-tight)...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: WalkingTheShade: Ben talks to Cade. " Wait. "
  
  He checks the bindings and the gag. Then he checks Nualia's wounds for signs of sustained hemorrhage.
  
  Once satisfied everything is in order, he nods at Cade. " Fine. Go. "
  
  Whenever Nualia starts wriggling again, he kicks her in the ribs to take the wind out of her, then punches her in the face until she passes out again.
  
   
   Spoiler: OOC 
  Four gauntlet hits, for 1d3 damage each:   Helpless woman beating  - (4d3)[ 1 ][ 1 ][ 3 ][ 3 ](8) .
   