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?"
Sarith grunted and shrunk back against the wall. "None of your business." The orc nearby grunted though, "He hasn't said but two words since he arrived, though I heard someone mention something about murder." Sarith shot the orc a glare before resuming his defensive crouch.
"Excuse me. I was being polite. Doing as told, waiting for you all to discover the documentations and my ring. Nobody likes a demand-making prisoner, after all. But if you look into my belongings, you will find my papers, and my ring, proving that I am with House Maefin." Says Crowfell, finally using his voice as he grips at the bars of his cell with both hands. "Staunch supporters of the Dark Mother. Now, Her Grace, Mayxyra, will not only appreciate it if you release me, but I will also ensure that this garrison has more than what it needs. Extra rations, so on and so forth. Not only that, but the people here might be looking at a lift in our society. Nothing too extreme. But there would be some perks with a duchess on your side, yes?" One arm lifts to gesture into the prison. "I will need to wait here until the new batch of guards for myself arrive. But in the meantime, I can help out. Keep an eye on the slaves... give advice. That sort of thing."
Kel grumbled when it didn't work, making a face at the twins. "Oh, sod off, unless you're going to be useful," they growl, their pride a bit sore. They shuffle back over to flop down next to Finn again, sighing.
Sarith said nothing in retort, but the orc stood up and took a step towards the talking drow. "You? You're one of them! I wouldn't take orders from you if you were the teat that raised me! You weaklings deserve this fate!" The other deep gnome, Jimjar chuckled softly on the other side of the room. "Such temper...sure to get you in trouble one of these days...hope I'm there to see it!" Shushar let out a slow hum. "I think you all should think while you're on your next detail, about a better plan if there is one. All this talking gets us nowhere."
Kel grumbled when it didn't work, making a face at the twins. "Oh, sod off, unless you're going to be useful," they growl, their pride a bit sore. They shuffle back over to flop down next to Finn again, sighing.
"Useful we are, useful we can be! Point us in a direction and wee wee wee! Only time is quick, don't be too thick! Before we go I hope we don't change and grow!" They giggle to themselves and stare back at Kel.
Sennet sits back down on the ground and crosses his leg in a meditative position. He then closes his eyes and begins to meditate (Doing literally nothing but listening), taking in the surroundings, listening to the others as they talk. "If that's the case, then I'll be here, conserving my energy."
Kel stares back at the twins, tilting their head at the rhyming. "I can't make sense of you," they inform them, grimacing. "But if you need a direction, then 'out' is a good one." They point outside the cell. "Barrin' that, did any of you get a good look around while you were out?"
Finn lifts his head and looks from prisoner to prisoner and says, "with as many heads as we have here, we should be able to come up with something. Any of you lot see anything on your way back to the cell that could help us? Like maybe where our gear might be and an exit? What's the guard to prisoner coverage like out there? Any areas with less guards than others? I might have the beginnings of a plan to get the door open.
Finn can feel a connection forming, a connection that should not be. It feels *wrong.* Even in the Underdark where there's horror a-plenty. This feels like something that is utterly foreign to the fabric of reality. At least, though, it doesn't feel like it's tearing through his thoughts like a book. More like... a messenger bird. "It might be best to keep this plan to yourself. At least. Outwardly."
Suggests the alien presence. "But I have my ways, of solving the privacy issues, as you can see... No. Hear. No. Think? Details. Cluck your tongue three times if you want a connection opened, and I shall open the connection. Share your plans with me, and I shall spread them discreetly to the others."
Finn can feel a connection forming, a connection that should not be. It feels *wrong.* Even in the Underdark where there's horror a-plenty. This feels like something that is utterly foreign to the fabric of reality. At least, though, it doesn't feel like it's tearing through his thoughts like a book. More like... a messenger bird. "It might be best to keep this plan to yourself. At least. Outwardly."
Suggests the alien presence. "But I have my ways, of solving the privacy issues, as you can see... No. Hear. No. Think? Details. Cluck your tongue three times if you want a connection opened, and I shall open the connection. Share your plans with me, and I shall spread them discreetly to the others."
Finn drops his head to his chest, his shoulder-length red hair falling to obscure his dirt stained face and grimy beard. Weighing his options in silence for a few minutes, he gives the signal and awaits a response.
Ront, the surly orc lets out loud growl and shakes his head. "Oh by the depths you all are as thickheaded as they come! Alright, let's lay it out one more time before you idiots get us all thrown to the giant spiders below...or worse. So look, there are about 19 here besides us, including the priestess and her entourage, not to mention the other quaggoths and spiders. There's always two or three in the guardhouse across the way along the spidersilk bridges. Don't forget how dangerous they are for most of us." He looks at the other drow and spits before continuing. "There is an armory above the guards across from us. If we can catch them distracted some of us might be able to get in there. Might not be much, but I'd be my life that's where our things are kept."
Sarith cut in at that point. "Oh who cares! When the caravan finally arrives from Menzoberranzan we're all doomed! It's futile to try and escape now, we should just accept our fate..." Ront growled back. "What's the matter with you? Worried you're going to miss your execution because they're a few days late? We can always fix that for you..." Shushan quickly quieted the two down. "Further down is the priestess's quarters and her consorts. It was just the other day two, did you not catch it? Jorlan, the one with all the scars? He used to carry that sticky wand thing, but now Shoor does. Something must have happened. Jorlan has not looked the same since Shoor took his place in the mistress's bed."
Ront waved Shushan off. "Yes yes we know. But there is a barracks further down past the priestess's quarters and that damnable shrine to Lolth and another watchtower at the southern tip, just like the one past us here a bit. But perhaps we can use the lift to get down...very risky though...can't hold too much at once..."
The cavern is about 100 feet high, stairs are about 5 feet wide. The waterfall constantly produces white noise, negating any possibility of echoing sounds generally. A gray slime lives in the pool at the bottom of the falls. Interior spaces are dimly lit with phosphorescent fungi, and the rest is dark.
Sennet opens his eyes and addresses the group. "If we can make it out, however we end up doing that. I say we rush to where our weapons are being stored. The waterfall should cover some soft noises, so long as they are not too loud. Once we get our weapons, we could send some of the.... weaker people here down with one or two of the stronger people. I'll stay up and go down last."
"Basket basket up and down, just be sure the quaggoths aren't found!" The twins murmer to each other. Ront huffs, "They aren't wrong. Always two of those...things, watching the basket." Derendil snorted. "We are not things!"
Says the voice. Meanwhile the man it belongs to, stares through the bars. Awaiting the guards' response.
Essentially, my plan would involve alerting a guard that someone in here had 'died', and when they come to collect the body, we do something. We could probably unlock the manacles of the strongest spell caster first, to buy us time to undo the ones on everyone else. We Then make our way to the armory for our things. After that, my suggestion would be to sneak into the priestess's chambers and use her as a way to get to the surface.
The deep gnome twins began snickering, watching Kel for a moment. "Magic magic oh so tragic! Inside the cell there are no spells!"
Sarith grunted and shrunk back against the wall. "None of your business." The orc nearby grunted though, "He hasn't said but two words since he arrived, though I heard someone mention something about murder." Sarith shot the orc a glare before resuming his defensive crouch.
"Excuse me. I was being polite. Doing as told, waiting for you all to discover the documentations and my ring. Nobody likes a demand-making prisoner, after all. But if you look into my belongings, you will find my papers, and my ring, proving that I am with House Maefin." Says Crowfell, finally using his voice as he grips at the bars of his cell with both hands. "Staunch supporters of the Dark Mother. Now, Her Grace, Mayxyra, will not only appreciate it if you release me, but I will also ensure that this garrison has more than what it needs. Extra rations, so on and so forth. Not only that, but the people here might be looking at a lift in our society. Nothing too extreme. But there would be some perks with a duchess on your side, yes?" One arm lifts to gesture into the prison. "I will need to wait here until the new batch of guards for myself arrive. But in the meantime, I can help out. Keep an eye on the slaves... give advice. That sort of thing."
Kel grumbled when it didn't work, making a face at the twins. "Oh, sod off, unless you're going to be useful," they growl, their pride a bit sore. They shuffle back over to flop down next to Finn again, sighing.
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Sarith said nothing in retort, but the orc stood up and took a step towards the talking drow. "You? You're one of them! I wouldn't take orders from you if you were the teat that raised me! You weaklings deserve this fate!" The other deep gnome, Jimjar chuckled softly on the other side of the room. "Such temper...sure to get you in trouble one of these days...hope I'm there to see it!" Shushar let out a slow hum. "I think you all should think while you're on your next detail, about a better plan if there is one. All this talking gets us nowhere."
"Useful we are, useful we can be! Point us in a direction and wee wee wee! Only time is quick, don't be too thick! Before we go I hope we don't change and grow!" They giggle to themselves and stare back at Kel.
Sennet sits back down on the ground and crosses his leg in a meditative position. He then closes his eyes and begins to meditate (Doing literally nothing but listening), taking in the surroundings, listening to the others as they talk. "If that's the case, then I'll be here, conserving my energy."
OOC: Sennet is waiting for whatever happens next.
I don't have a signature.
Kel stares back at the twins, tilting their head at the rhyming. "I can't make sense of you," they inform them, grimacing. "But if you need a direction, then 'out' is a good one." They point outside the cell. "Barrin' that, did any of you get a good look around while you were out?"
No Longer Active
(waiting for Finn to respond some before we go on)
Finn lifts his head and looks from prisoner to prisoner and says, "with as many heads as we have here, we should be able to come up with something. Any of you lot see anything on your way back to the cell that could help us? Like maybe where our gear might be and an exit? What's the guard to prisoner coverage like out there? Any areas with less guards than others? I might have the beginnings of a plan to get the door open.
Ooc: 1+5=6
Finn can feel a connection forming, a connection that should not be. It feels *wrong.* Even in the Underdark where there's horror a-plenty. This feels like something that is utterly foreign to the fabric of reality. At least, though, it doesn't feel like it's tearing through his thoughts like a book. More like... a messenger bird. "It might be best to keep this plan to yourself. At least. Outwardly."
Suggests the alien presence. "But I have my ways, of solving the privacy issues, as you can see... No. Hear. No. Think? Details. Cluck your tongue three times if you want a connection opened, and I shall open the connection. Share your plans with me, and I shall spread them discreetly to the others."
Finn drops his head to his chest, his shoulder-length red hair falling to obscure his dirt stained face and grimy beard. Weighing his options in silence for a few minutes, he gives the signal and awaits a response.
"I am here."
Says the voice. Meanwhile the man it belongs to, stares through the bars. Awaiting the guards' response.
Ront, the surly orc lets out loud growl and shakes his head. "Oh by the depths you all are as thickheaded as they come! Alright, let's lay it out one more time before you idiots get us all thrown to the giant spiders below...or worse. So look, there are about 19 here besides us, including the priestess and her entourage, not to mention the other quaggoths and spiders. There's always two or three in the guardhouse across the way along the spidersilk bridges. Don't forget how dangerous they are for most of us." He looks at the other drow and spits before continuing. "There is an armory above the guards across from us. If we can catch them distracted some of us might be able to get in there. Might not be much, but I'd be my life that's where our things are kept."
Sarith cut in at that point. "Oh who cares! When the caravan finally arrives from Menzoberranzan we're all doomed! It's futile to try and escape now, we should just accept our fate..." Ront growled back. "What's the matter with you? Worried you're going to miss your execution because they're a few days late? We can always fix that for you..." Shushan quickly quieted the two down. "Further down is the priestess's quarters and her consorts. It was just the other day two, did you not catch it? Jorlan, the one with all the scars? He used to carry that sticky wand thing, but now Shoor does. Something must have happened. Jorlan has not looked the same since Shoor took his place in the mistress's bed."
Ront waved Shushan off. "Yes yes we know. But there is a barracks further down past the priestess's quarters and that damnable shrine to Lolth and another watchtower at the southern tip, just like the one past us here a bit. But perhaps we can use the lift to get down...very risky though...can't hold too much at once..."
The cavern is about 100 feet high, stairs are about 5 feet wide. The waterfall constantly produces white noise, negating any possibility of echoing sounds generally. A gray slime lives in the pool at the bottom of the falls. Interior spaces are dimly lit with phosphorescent fungi, and the rest is dark.
You are all in the second cave from the top.
Sennet opens his eyes and addresses the group. "If we can make it out, however we end up doing that. I say we rush to where our weapons are being stored. The waterfall should cover some soft noises, so long as they are not too loud. Once we get our weapons, we could send some of the.... weaker people here down with one or two of the stronger people. I'll stay up and go down last."
I don't have a signature.
"Basket basket up and down, just be sure the quaggoths aren't found!" The twins murmer to each other. Ront huffs, "They aren't wrong. Always two of those...things, watching the basket." Derendil snorted. "We are not things!"
Essentially, my plan would involve alerting a guard that someone in here had 'died', and when they come to collect the body, we do something. We could probably unlock the manacles of the strongest spell caster first, to buy us time to undo the ones on everyone else. We Then make our way to the armory for our things. After that, my suggestion would be to sneak into the priestess's chambers and use her as a way to get to the surface.