Kel, that alien presence that touched your mind, that presence that felt so wrong to reality starts speaking up again. "I've got a plan. But it requires me getting hands on letters delivered to and from here. Which will take days."
Kel snorts, shaking their head as though to rid it of the voice. "We don't have days. Soon, we will either break, or we will die," they reply back in the strange mind voice. "Days more on nothing but this broth, and we will not be strong enough to escape."
Sennet, a fairly lanky, but muscular Gith is sitting by the back wall of the cell in a meditative stance. Where there would normally be hair on his head, is instead a series of tattoos, with additional tattoos covering his upper torso, peaking out from the pieces of clothing he was able to keep. His body is covered in dirt and grime from the lack of bathing since he's been here.
To some, he might appear resting, but he is very much awake and aware, passively listening to the others as they talk and discuss. Having been here for what he could only assume is at least 6 days, he's learned that as it stood, it wasn't going to be easy to get out. Watching everyone arrive over the course of his time here, he would of kept to himself until he learned more about what exactly the others were about, not easy to trust anyone.
Hearing the voice enter his head, while keeping his eyes shut, he'll speak out in a scratchy deep voice. "I prefer to keep my thoughts my own, thank you." He then opens his eyes, revealing a pair of bright blue irises, and stands up, walking over to the bars of the cage and looking out. "If you are looking for an easy escape, I wouldn't expect it."
(OOC: During Sennet's time here, would he have seen anything outside the cell?)
A moment later, several guards arrive with the rest of their prison company, returning from their labor shift. While you all are fairly new to the cell, you do recognize your fellow prisoners as the following group:
The rest of the prisoners are quickly thrust into the cell and quickly barred behind the heavy iron gate which bolts into the siding. They look tired and banged up from whatever their chores were before they came back. "Why always the pool!?" The orc mutters out loud and sits down in a huff. "I swear the slime in there has it in for me!" Shuushar politely smiles in his direction: "Perhaps if you didn't spit in the pool every time you walked by?" Jimjar started a hoarse laugh. "Him!? Ten copper says he can't go next shift without spitting on something!" Sarith rolled his eyes. "It's not a wager if you know it's going to succeed already." The twins begin to laugh nervously. "Ten copper, ten days, ten ten till we're whole again!" Buppido smirks slyly and fiddles with his chains a bit, talking softly to himself for a moment, "Yes...master..****y a setback..." A short, dark laugh comes out before he looks up with bright eyes again. "Watch yourself if you get to clean the floors in the watchtowers, those giant spiders have been looking antsy lately!"
"Oh knock it off the lot of ya! Ye are worse than their damned poison! At least that goes away after a while!" The dwarven lass grunts as she sits down and gets a hushed voice. "I don't suppose anyone's figured out a way out of here yet, have they? My clan be worrying a might about me by now!" The quaggoth grunted, "If only the recognized me for who I am, Prince Derendil, they would let us out immediately!" This immediately cause a long, loud round of groans from the other prisoners, muttering about how ridiculous an assertion that was. Finally, a gentle voice reaches your minds, one you now associate with the myoconid in the cell: "It is good to see you are still alive. Perhaps between all of us we can find a way out."
[Feel free to interact with the group, ask questions and get to know them better. Also roll a d20 and add that to the number of days you've been there. Leave it as an OOC note at the end of a post.]
Crowfell broadcasts his thoughts to the myconid. "That Gith likes his cell. What he doesn't like is telepathy, apparently! Best to leave him out of any plans. He'll give away there's two telepaths in the group, along with it just being impolite to not respect his wishes."
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Kel grumbled to themself at more voices in their mind, though Stool at least was gentle and polite about it. "We were considering trying to turn a guard," Kel informs the others quietly, keeping an eye out for any lurking guards. "Does anyone know their way about, if we do get out?" Kel didn't know anything about the Underdark; frankly, they didn't even know how they'd gotten down in the first place. Not to mention, they had no gear. Kel didn't particularly enjoy the thought of wandering around without armor or weapons, even though they did have other ways of defending themselves.
ooc: 9 - 14 days altogether. Question - Does Kel have access to their magic, or are the chains suppressing that?
Sennet, working his way around the others, heads to a back corner of the cell. He then turns his back to the door and inspects the shackles, he then attempts to pull them apart to break them. As Sennet attempts to break them apart, he inserts words in between his huffs, responding back to the Myconid. "Well we'll *huff* never get out *huff* if we don't actually plan out a strategy. We *huff* break out of the cell and then what? I'm *huff* sure they have us out numbered and I don't have my gear."
OOC: I'm unsure what to roll, so here is a strength check.
"For the love of Yishaagh'dru(pronunciation: Yee shig drew), does nobody know how telepathy works? It's a two way street. Use your thoughts to send messages. You're not going to make it any easier by letting the entire garrison know what we're up to. While we are communicating telepathically, we can't read your thoughts unless you will it. This way, we can keep everything a secret." Comes the alien presence in Sennet's mind- not the Myconid, after Crowfell ends the channel to the Myconid and starts one up with Sennet again.
One of the guards nearby begins laughing. "Plan all you want miserable cretins! It won't matter soon enough anyway! Unless of course, someone wants to feed our pets down below!" He laughed nastily again before a second guard answered. "Oh stop talking. Your time is coming soon too if you don't pay up for the game yesterday." The two then begin to argue over the result of one of their recent dice games.
Eldeth looks at Caderyn and frowns. "Of course I'm not supposed to be here! I should be back helping rebuild me kingdom in Guantlgrym! But these damned fools found me before I could get back!"
Sennet, hearing the bickering between the two guards, will frustratingly drop the attempt on the shackles and head over to the cell door. "I'd be happy to feed the pets down below, so long as one of you come with me. They'll need a heartier meal than me anyways." Sennet says with a grin.
Sennet, hearing the bickering between the two guards, will frustratingly drop the attempt on the shackles and head over to the cell door. "I'd be happy to feed the pets down below, so long as one of you come with me. They'll need a heartier meal than me anyways." Sennet says with a grin.
A half second later, Shushar spoke: "That would not be so wise. The giant spiders that keep the webs below us are not very forgiving when someone lands there. Your strength and mind would be better suited in another fashion. "Yes! Listen to the old fool!" One of the guards spits back as they stop arguing and look down into the cell and huff before going back to their post.
Kel ignores the guards, shuffling their way over to a corner of the cell. They shiver a little as the sensation of small, hairy legs against their scales herald the scurrying of their small spider friend up their back. It perches on their shoulder and Kel spares a moment to reach up and pet it before turning back to what they're doing. "Alright, let's see what we have," they mutter to themself. "Akadi, lend me your light in this dark place," they whisper then, quietly attempting to cast Light on one of the manacles. They curl over it, so that if it works, the light won't attract attention. If it does work, they will extinguish it immediately.
Sennet spits on the ground in front of the cell and then heads back, keeping the rope he had gathered tucked away in whatever piece of clothing he could find to cover it. "Yeah yeah, Their just lucky I don't have my blade." Sennet shouts out as he reaches the other side of the cell. Keeping at eye on what the others are doing, he spots the Drow (Sarith), and heads over to him. "I've heard more from the one that can't speak than from you... What brings you here?"
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Crowfell thinks to himself, "This is going to go poorly."
Kel, that alien presence that touched your mind, that presence that felt so wrong to reality starts speaking up again. "I've got a plan. But it requires me getting hands on letters delivered to and from here. Which will take days."
Kel snorts, shaking their head as though to rid it of the voice. "We don't have days. Soon, we will either break, or we will die," they reply back in the strange mind voice. "Days more on nothing but this broth, and we will not be strong enough to escape."
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"Then I suggest we get those letters fast."
Sennet, a fairly lanky, but muscular Gith is sitting by the back wall of the cell in a meditative stance. Where there would normally be hair on his head, is instead a series of tattoos, with additional tattoos covering his upper torso, peaking out from the pieces of clothing he was able to keep. His body is covered in dirt and grime from the lack of bathing since he's been here.
To some, he might appear resting, but he is very much awake and aware, passively listening to the others as they talk and discuss. Having been here for what he could only assume is at least 6 days, he's learned that as it stood, it wasn't going to be easy to get out. Watching everyone arrive over the course of his time here, he would of kept to himself until he learned more about what exactly the others were about, not easy to trust anyone.
Hearing the voice enter his head, while keeping his eyes shut, he'll speak out in a scratchy deep voice. "I prefer to keep my thoughts my own, thank you." He then opens his eyes, revealing a pair of bright blue irises, and stands up, walking over to the bars of the cage and looking out. "If you are looking for an easy escape, I wouldn't expect it."
(OOC: During Sennet's time here, would he have seen anything outside the cell?)
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A moment later, several guards arrive with the rest of their prison company, returning from their labor shift. While you all are fairly new to the cell, you do recognize your fellow prisoners as the following group:
The rest of the prisoners are quickly thrust into the cell and quickly barred behind the heavy iron gate which bolts into the siding. They look tired and banged up from whatever their chores were before they came back. "Why always the pool!?" The orc mutters out loud and sits down in a huff. "I swear the slime in there has it in for me!" Shuushar politely smiles in his direction: "Perhaps if you didn't spit in the pool every time you walked by?" Jimjar started a hoarse laugh. "Him!? Ten copper says he can't go next shift without spitting on something!" Sarith rolled his eyes. "It's not a wager if you know it's going to succeed already." The twins begin to laugh nervously. "Ten copper, ten days, ten ten till we're whole again!" Buppido smirks slyly and fiddles with his chains a bit, talking softly to himself for a moment, "Yes...master..****y a setback..." A short, dark laugh comes out before he looks up with bright eyes again. "Watch yourself if you get to clean the floors in the watchtowers, those giant spiders have been looking antsy lately!"
"Oh knock it off the lot of ya! Ye are worse than their damned poison! At least that goes away after a while!" The dwarven lass grunts as she sits down and gets a hushed voice. "I don't suppose anyone's figured out a way out of here yet, have they? My clan be worrying a might about me by now!" The quaggoth grunted, "If only the recognized me for who I am, Prince Derendil, they would let us out immediately!" This immediately cause a long, loud round of groans from the other prisoners, muttering about how ridiculous an assertion that was. Finally, a gentle voice reaches your minds, one you now associate with the myoconid in the cell: "It is good to see you are still alive. Perhaps between all of us we can find a way out."
[Feel free to interact with the group, ask questions and get to know them better. Also roll a d20 and add that to the number of days you've been there. Leave it as an OOC note at the end of a post.]
Crowfell broadcasts his thoughts to the myconid. "That Gith likes his cell. What he doesn't like is telepathy, apparently! Best to leave him out of any plans. He'll give away there's two telepaths in the group, along with it just being impolite to not respect his wishes."
OOC: 21 days
Kel grumbled to themself at more voices in their mind, though Stool at least was gentle and polite about it. "We were considering trying to turn a guard," Kel informs the others quietly, keeping an eye out for any lurking guards. "Does anyone know their way about, if we do get out?" Kel didn't know anything about the Underdark; frankly, they didn't even know how they'd gotten down in the first place. Not to mention, they had no gear. Kel didn't particularly enjoy the thought of wandering around without armor or weapons, even though they did have other ways of defending themselves.
ooc: 9 - 14 days altogether. Question - Does Kel have access to their magic, or are the chains suppressing that?
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Sennet, working his way around the others, heads to a back corner of the cell. He then turns his back to the door and inspects the shackles, he then attempts to pull them apart to break them. As Sennet attempts to break them apart, he inserts words in between his huffs, responding back to the Myconid. "Well we'll *huff* never get out *huff* if we don't actually plan out a strategy. We *huff* break out of the cell and then what? I'm *huff* sure they have us out numbered and I don't have my gear."
OOC: I'm unsure what to roll, so here is a strength check.
Strength Check: 15
Days + D20 Roll: 11
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Sennet strains against the shackles, but they are well made and unyielding at this time. At least, not from brute force perhaps.
"For the love of Yishaagh'dru(pronunciation: Yee shig drew), does nobody know how telepathy works? It's a two way street. Use your thoughts to send messages. You're not going to make it any easier by letting the entire garrison know what we're up to. While we are communicating telepathically, we can't read your thoughts unless you will it. This way, we can keep everything a secret." Comes the alien presence in Sennet's mind- not the Myconid, after Crowfell ends the channel to the Myconid and starts one up with Sennet again.
One of the guards nearby begins laughing. "Plan all you want miserable cretins! It won't matter soon enough anyway! Unless of course, someone wants to feed our pets down below!" He laughed nastily again before a second guard answered. "Oh stop talking. Your time is coming soon too if you don't pay up for the game yesterday." The two then begin to argue over the result of one of their recent dice games.
Eldeth looks at Caderyn and frowns. "Of course I'm not supposed to be here! I should be back helping rebuild me kingdom in Guantlgrym! But these damned fools found me before I could get back!"
Sennet, hearing the bickering between the two guards, will frustratingly drop the attempt on the shackles and head over to the cell door. "I'd be happy to feed the pets down below, so long as one of you come with me. They'll need a heartier meal than me anyways." Sennet says with a grin.
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A half second later, Shushar spoke: "That would not be so wise. The giant spiders that keep the webs below us are not very forgiving when someone lands there. Your strength and mind would be better suited in another fashion. "Yes! Listen to the old fool!" One of the guards spits back as they stop arguing and look down into the cell and huff before going back to their post.
Kel ignores the guards, shuffling their way over to a corner of the cell. They shiver a little as the sensation of small, hairy legs against their scales herald the scurrying of their small spider friend up their back. It perches on their shoulder and Kel spares a moment to reach up and pet it before turning back to what they're doing. "Alright, let's see what we have," they mutter to themself. "Akadi, lend me your light in this dark place," they whisper then, quietly attempting to cast Light on one of the manacles. They curl over it, so that if it works, the light won't attract attention. If it does work, they will extinguish it immediately.
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Sennet spits on the ground in front of the cell and then heads back, keeping the rope he had gathered tucked away in whatever piece of clothing he could find to cover it. "Yeah yeah, Their just lucky I don't have my blade." Sennet shouts out as he reaches the other side of the cell. Keeping at eye on what the others are doing, he spots the Drow (Sarith), and heads over to him. "I've heard more from the one that can't speak than from you... What brings you here?"
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