Daphwise tries to manipulate the weave with his patron's help and casts Eldritch Blast. Daphwise doesn't know that magic is dysfunctional. Also, he makes motions to manipulate the blast in a circle to make a circle of flame*.
*This is just a piece of flavor, it just does force damage
Belvalor sits near the edge of the pen with his back leaning against the wall. His head leans downward causing his shoulder-length, brown hair to fall over his face. He opens his hazel eyes; stirred by the conversation of the other prisoners.
He looks out at the other prisoners and then toward the Tabaxi, “The Tabaxi is right. We should focus on a way out of this mess and notsome dreams brought on by the stress of all this.
"Dreams brought on by stress? Believe me I have known stress in my life and I have never experienced anything like this before. I bet the Drows have brought it on." Umarook gets to her feet and looks around. She is looking to see what all is in the space with them, are there torches? She does have darkvision. She waits till she thinks there isn't a Drow around to really scan the area.
Yeah. It seems unlikely that it was dreams brought on by stress. I have also known stress for a long time and I have never experienced something like this. Either way, we got to suck it up and pretend that we have accepted our fate.
The Kuo-Toa comes up to the two of you and places his hands together in prayer.
"Come now my friends. Why don't we take some time to breathe, that usually helps me in stressful situations!"
"Maybe even talking about our experiences might help. What is happening with these dreams of yours? Come, tell Shuushar if you don't mind."
May I scavenge for materials? I ask anybody if they can translate Eldeth so then I can ask if he can provide any tips to scavenge.
You and the rest of the party will be able to once the Drow come around to get your for your chores. I'll be starting that once we've had some time to make sure everyone's had a chance to get acquainted with one another.
There isn't anything in the pen that you're being kept in. All of you have already had a chance to take a thorough look.
Stool shakes their body and releases spores that immediately give you a telepathic link to all of the other captives. You're able to understand and communicate with anyone affected by their rapport spores.
"Here you go!" You hear in your head the petite squeak of Stool. "Now you can talk with everyone!"
Daphwise tries to manipulate the weave with his patron's help and casts Eldritch Blast. Daphwise doesn't know that magic is dysfunctional. Also, he makes motions to manipulate the blast in a circle to make a circle of flame*.
*This is just a piece of flavor, it just does force damage
Belvalor sits near the edge of the pen with his back leaning against the wall. His head leans downward causing his shoulder-length, brown hair to fall over his face. He opens his hazel eyes; stirred by the conversation of the other prisoners.
He looks out at the other prisoners and then toward the Tabaxi, “The Tabaxi is right. We should focus on a way out of this mess and notsome dreams brought on by the stress of all this.
"Dreams brought on by stress? Believe me I have known stress in my life and I have never experienced anything like this before. I bet the Drows have brought it on." Umarook gets to her feet and looks around. She is looking to see what all is in the space with them, are there torches? She does have darkvision. She waits till she thinks there isn't a Drow around to really scan the area.
Yeah. It seems unlikely that it was dreams brought on by stress. I have also known stress for a long time and I have never experienced something like this. Either way, we got to suck it up and pretend that we have accepted our fate.
The Kuo-Toa comes up to the two of you and places his hands together in prayer.
"Come now my friends. Why don't we take some time to breathe, that usually helps me in stressful situations!"
"Maybe even talking about our experiences might help. What is happening with these dreams of yours? Come, tell Shuushar if you don't mind."
I tell the Kuo Toa about my dream.
The Kuo-Toa scratches his chin. "Very interesting indeed. The mind can give us a window into ourselves. What do you think this might mean for your current situation?"
Daphwise tries to manipulate the weave with his patron's help and casts Eldritch Blast. Daphwise doesn't know that magic is dysfunctional. Also, he makes motions to manipulate the blast in a circle to make a circle of flame*.
*This is just a piece of flavor, it just does force damage
Belvalor sits near the edge of the pen with his back leaning against the wall. His head leans downward causing his shoulder-length, brown hair to fall over his face. He opens his hazel eyes; stirred by the conversation of the other prisoners.
He looks out at the other prisoners and then toward the Tabaxi, “The Tabaxi is right. We should focus on a way out of this mess and notsome dreams brought on by the stress of all this.
"Dreams brought on by stress? Believe me I have known stress in my life and I have never experienced anything like this before. I bet the Drows have brought it on." Umarook gets to her feet and looks around. She is looking to see what all is in the space with them, are there torches? She does have darkvision. She waits till she thinks there isn't a Drow around to really scan the area.
Yeah. It seems unlikely that it was dreams brought on by stress. I have also known stress for a long time and I have never experienced something like this. Either way, we got to suck it up and pretend that we have accepted our fate.
The Kuo-Toa comes up to the two of you and places his hands together in prayer.
"Come now my friends. Why don't we take some time to breathe, that usually helps me in stressful situations!"
"Maybe even talking about our experiences might help. What is happening with these dreams of yours? Come, tell Shuushar if you don't mind."
Daphwise says: "Ah, well, my dream went like so: I was in this goop and I felt like a fire from the Nine Hells. After that, I was put into a void and a voice called out and said: "Release me from my prison. Destroy the stone." Then the same message echoed off of the void infinitely until I woke up."
Shuushar looks troubled by this. His lips sag, depressing his face so much that it almost looks like he may be made of jelly.
"Something very painful must be troubling you. Maybe our current situation, maybe more. Our minds can be great gifts, if only we can unlock their secrets. Maybe some meditation will help bring some answers to light."
Daphwise tries to manipulate the weave with his patron's help and casts Eldritch Blast. Daphwise doesn't know that magic is dysfunctional. Also, he makes motions to manipulate the blast in a circle to make a circle of flame*.
*This is just a piece of flavor, it just does force damage
Belvalor sits near the edge of the pen with his back leaning against the wall. His head leans downward causing his shoulder-length, brown hair to fall over his face. He opens his hazel eyes; stirred by the conversation of the other prisoners.
He looks out at the other prisoners and then toward the Tabaxi, “The Tabaxi is right. We should focus on a way out of this mess and notsome dreams brought on by the stress of all this.
"Dreams brought on by stress? Believe me I have known stress in my life and I have never experienced anything like this before. I bet the Drows have brought it on." Umarook gets to her feet and looks around. She is looking to see what all is in the space with them, are there torches? She does have darkvision. She waits till she thinks there isn't a Drow around to really scan the area.
Yeah. It seems unlikely that it was dreams brought on by stress. I have also known stress for a long time and I have never experienced something like this. Either way, we got to suck it up and pretend that we have accepted our fate.
The Kuo-Toa comes up to the two of you and places his hands together in prayer.
"Come now my friends. Why don't we take some time to breathe, that usually helps me in stressful situations!"
"Maybe even talking about our experiences might help. What is happening with these dreams of yours? Come, tell Shuushar if you don't mind."
Daphwise says: "Ah, well, my dream went like so: I was in this goop and I felt like a fire from the Nine Hells. After that, I was put into a void and a voice called out and said: "Release me from my prison. Destroy the stone." Then the same message echoed off of the void infinitely until I woke up."
Shuushar looks troubled by this. His lips sag, depressing his face so much that it almost looks like he may be made of jelly.
"Something very painful must be troubling you. Maybe our current situation, maybe more. Our minds can be great gifts, if only we can unlock their secrets. Maybe some meditation will help bring some answers to light."
I *attempt* to meditate and follow Shuushar's advice. If he is a sage, he may be able to help.
Daphwise tries to manipulate the weave with his patron's help and casts Eldritch Blast. Daphwise doesn't know that magic is dysfunctional. Also, he makes motions to manipulate the blast in a circle to make a circle of flame*.
*This is just a piece of flavor, it just does force damage
Belvalor sits near the edge of the pen with his back leaning against the wall. His head leans downward causing his shoulder-length, brown hair to fall over his face. He opens his hazel eyes; stirred by the conversation of the other prisoners.
He looks out at the other prisoners and then toward the Tabaxi, “The Tabaxi is right. We should focus on a way out of this mess and notsome dreams brought on by the stress of all this.
"Dreams brought on by stress? Believe me I have known stress in my life and I have never experienced anything like this before. I bet the Drows have brought it on." Umarook gets to her feet and looks around. She is looking to see what all is in the space with them, are there torches? She does have darkvision. She waits till she thinks there isn't a Drow around to really scan the area.
Yeah. It seems unlikely that it was dreams brought on by stress. I have also known stress for a long time and I have never experienced something like this. Either way, we got to suck it up and pretend that we have accepted our fate.
The Kuo-Toa comes up to the two of you and places his hands together in prayer.
"Come now my friends. Why don't we take some time to breathe, that usually helps me in stressful situations!"
"Maybe even talking about our experiences might help. What is happening with these dreams of yours? Come, tell Shuushar if you don't mind."
Daphwise says: "Ah, well, my dream went like so: I was in this goop and I felt like a fire from the Nine Hells. After that, I was put into a void and a voice called out and said: "Release me from my prison. Destroy the stone." Then the same message echoed off of the void infinitely until I woke up."
Shuushar looks troubled by this. His lips sag, depressing his face so much that it almost looks like he may be made of jelly.
"Something very painful must be troubling you. Maybe our current situation, maybe more. Our minds can be great gifts, if only we can unlock their secrets. Maybe some meditation will help bring some answers to light."
I *attempt* to meditate and follow Shuushar's advice. If he is a sage, he may be able to help.
"Good, good. Breathe in slowly, and hold, then breathe out and repeat."
"Come come my Tabaxi friend, join us in this calming exercise." Shuushar waves a webbed hand, beckoning politely for Misty to join them.
In the corner of the pen, Sarith sighs heavily, seeming to roll his eyes before resuming the dour look on his face.
Daphwise tries to manipulate the weave with his patron's help and casts Eldritch Blast. Daphwise doesn't know that magic is dysfunctional. Also, he makes motions to manipulate the blast in a circle to make a circle of flame*.
*This is just a piece of flavor, it just does force damage
Belvalor sits near the edge of the pen with his back leaning against the wall. His head leans downward causing his shoulder-length, brown hair to fall over his face. He opens his hazel eyes; stirred by the conversation of the other prisoners.
He looks out at the other prisoners and then toward the Tabaxi, “The Tabaxi is right. We should focus on a way out of this mess and notsome dreams brought on by the stress of all this.
"Dreams brought on by stress? Believe me I have known stress in my life and I have never experienced anything like this before. I bet the Drows have brought it on." Umarook gets to her feet and looks around. She is looking to see what all is in the space with them, are there torches? She does have darkvision. She waits till she thinks there isn't a Drow around to really scan the area.
Yeah. It seems unlikely that it was dreams brought on by stress. I have also known stress for a long time and I have never experienced something like this. Either way, we got to suck it up and pretend that we have accepted our fate.
The Kuo-Toa comes up to the two of you and places his hands together in prayer.
"Come now my friends. Why don't we take some time to breathe, that usually helps me in stressful situations!"
"Maybe even talking about our experiences might help. What is happening with these dreams of yours? Come, tell Shuushar if you don't mind."
Daphwise says: "Ah, well, my dream went like so: I was in this goop and I felt like a fire from the Nine Hells. After that, I was put into a void and a voice called out and said: "Release me from my prison. Destroy the stone." Then the same message echoed off of the void infinitely until I woke up."
Shuushar looks troubled by this. His lips sag, depressing his face so much that it almost looks like he may be made of jelly.
"Something very painful must be troubling you. Maybe our current situation, maybe more. Our minds can be great gifts, if only we can unlock their secrets. Maybe some meditation will help bring some answers to light."
I *attempt* to meditate and follow Shuushar's advice. If he is a sage, he may be able to help.
"Good, good. Breathe in slowly, and hold, then breathe out and repeat."
"Come come my Tabaxi friend, join us in this calming exercise." Shuushar waves a webbed hand, beckoning politely for Misty to join them.
In the corner of the pen, Sarith sighs heavily, seeming to roll his eyes before resuming the dour look on his face.
Misty Meadow walks over and joins in, sitting down and breathing deeply.
Belvalor does not join Shuushar and the other two in breathing and meditation. Instead, he looks on skeptically and says, “Ooooooookay…”
He then turns toward Shuushar and says, “Look; I haven’t had any crazy dreams okay? Don’t you have any solutions that are a little less…” Belvalor pauses and looks to the two that are now breathing deeply in meditation before uttering the final word with just a touch of disbelief in his voice, “Mystical?”
Sir Percival has been sleeping heavily in the corner all this time.
He wakes with a start "oh, what... er... where am I? what's going on?" A large, slightly overweight half-elf in his early 20s, his blue eyes betray a hint of uncertainty and anxiety before he settles himself and climbs to his feet
Seeing the group of people engaged in meditation, he wanders over and tries to engage Belvalor in conversation. "I say, old chap. Any idea what the blazes is going on here? What are these fellows up to?" He pauses, then says "Sorry, terribly rude of me. I'm Sir Percival Bronzine de Fleur, although most people call me Percy. Bit of a mouthful otherwise, ha!"
Daphwise tries to manipulate the weave with his patron's help and casts Eldritch Blast. Daphwise doesn't know that magic is dysfunctional. Also, he makes motions to manipulate the blast in a circle to make a circle of flame*.
*This is just a piece of flavor, it just does force damage
Belvalor sits near the edge of the pen with his back leaning against the wall. His head leans downward causing his shoulder-length, brown hair to fall over his face. He opens his hazel eyes; stirred by the conversation of the other prisoners.
He looks out at the other prisoners and then toward the Tabaxi, “The Tabaxi is right. We should focus on a way out of this mess and notsome dreams brought on by the stress of all this.
"Dreams brought on by stress? Believe me I have known stress in my life and I have never experienced anything like this before. I bet the Drows have brought it on." Umarook gets to her feet and looks around. She is looking to see what all is in the space with them, are there torches? She does have darkvision. She waits till she thinks there isn't a Drow around to really scan the area.
Yeah. It seems unlikely that it was dreams brought on by stress. I have also known stress for a long time and I have never experienced something like this. Either way, we got to suck it up and pretend that we have accepted our fate.
The Kuo-Toa comes up to the two of you and places his hands together in prayer.
"Come now my friends. Why don't we take some time to breathe, that usually helps me in stressful situations!"
"Maybe even talking about our experiences might help. What is happening with these dreams of yours? Come, tell Shuushar if you don't mind."
Daphwise says: "Ah, well, my dream went like so: I was in this goop and I felt like a fire from the Nine Hells. After that, I was put into a void and a voice called out and said: "Release me from my prison. Destroy the stone." Then the same message echoed off of the void infinitely until I woke up."
Shuushar looks troubled by this. His lips sag, depressing his face so much that it almost looks like he may be made of jelly.
"Something very painful must be troubling you. Maybe our current situation, maybe more. Our minds can be great gifts, if only we can unlock their secrets. Maybe some meditation will help bring some answers to light."
I *attempt* to meditate and follow Shuushar's advice. If he is a sage, he may be able to help.
"Good, good. Breathe in slowly, and hold, then breathe out and repeat."
"Come come my Tabaxi friend, join us in this calming exercise." Shuushar waves a webbed hand, beckoning politely for Misty to join them.
In the corner of the pen, Sarith sighs heavily, seeming to roll his eyes before resuming the dour look on his face.
Misty Meadow walks over and joins in, sitting down and breathing deeply.
Belvalor does not join Shuushar and the other two in breathing and meditation. Instead, he looks on skeptically and says, “Ooooooookay…”
He then turns toward Shuushar and says, “Look; I haven’t had any crazy dreams okay? Don’t you have any solutions that are a little less…” Belvalor pauses and looks to the two that are now breathing deeply in meditation before uttering the final word with just a touch of disbelief in his voice, “Mystical?”
Sir Percival has been sleeping heavily in the corner all this time.
He wakes with a start "oh, what... er... where am I? what's going on?" A large, slightly overweight half-elf in his early 20s, his blue eyes betray a hint of uncertainty and anxiety before he settles himself and climbs to his feet
Seeing the group of people engaged in meditation, he wanders over and tries to engage Belvalor in conversation. "I say, old chap. Any idea what the blazes is going on here? What are these fellows up to?" He pauses, then says "Sorry, terribly rude of me. I'm Sir Percical Bronzine de Fleur, although most people call me Percy. Bit of a mouthful otherwise, ha!"
Sir Percival has been sleeping heavily in the corner all this time.
He wakes with a start "oh, what... er... where am I? what's going on?" A large, slightly overweight half-elf in his early 20s, his blue eyes betray a hint of uncertainty and anxiety before he settles himself and climbs to his feet
Seeing the group of people engaged in meditation, he wanders over and tries to engage Belvalor in conversation. "I say, old chap. Any idea what the blazes is going on here? What are these fellows up to?" He pauses, then says "Sorry, terribly rude of me. I'm Sir Percival Bronzine de Fleur, although most people call me Percy. Bit of a mouthful otherwise, ha!"
Daphwise tries to manipulate the weave with his patron's help and casts Eldritch Blast. Daphwise doesn't know that magic is dysfunctional. Also, he makes motions to manipulate the blast in a circle to make a circle of flame*.
*This is just a piece of flavor, it just does force damage
Belvalor sits near the edge of the pen with his back leaning against the wall. His head leans downward causing his shoulder-length, brown hair to fall over his face. He opens his hazel eyes; stirred by the conversation of the other prisoners.
He looks out at the other prisoners and then toward the Tabaxi, “The Tabaxi is right. We should focus on a way out of this mess and notsome dreams brought on by the stress of all this.
"Dreams brought on by stress? Believe me I have known stress in my life and I have never experienced anything like this before. I bet the Drows have brought it on." Umarook gets to her feet and looks around. She is looking to see what all is in the space with them, are there torches? She does have darkvision. She waits till she thinks there isn't a Drow around to really scan the area.
Yeah. It seems unlikely that it was dreams brought on by stress. I have also known stress for a long time and I have never experienced something like this. Either way, we got to suck it up and pretend that we have accepted our fate.
The Kuo-Toa comes up to the two of you and places his hands together in prayer.
"Come now my friends. Why don't we take some time to breathe, that usually helps me in stressful situations!"
"Maybe even talking about our experiences might help. What is happening with these dreams of yours? Come, tell Shuushar if you don't mind."
Daphwise says: "Ah, well, my dream went like so: I was in this goop and I felt like a fire from the Nine Hells. After that, I was put into a void and a voice called out and said: "Release me from my prison. Destroy the stone." Then the same message echoed off of the void infinitely until I woke up."
Shuushar looks troubled by this. His lips sag, depressing his face so much that it almost looks like he may be made of jelly.
"Something very painful must be troubling you. Maybe our current situation, maybe more. Our minds can be great gifts, if only we can unlock their secrets. Maybe some meditation will help bring some answers to light."
I *attempt* to meditate and follow Shuushar's advice. If he is a sage, he may be able to help.
"Good, good. Breathe in slowly, and hold, then breathe out and repeat."
"Come come my Tabaxi friend, join us in this calming exercise." Shuushar waves a webbed hand, beckoning politely for Misty to join them.
In the corner of the pen, Sarith sighs heavily, seeming to roll his eyes before resuming the dour look on his face.
Misty Meadow walks over and joins in, sitting down and breathing deeply.
Belvalor does not join Shuushar and the other two in breathing and meditation. Instead, he looks on skeptically and says, “Ooooooookay…”
He then turns toward Shuushar and says, “Look; I haven’t had any crazy dreams okay? Don’t you have any solutions that are a little less…” Belvalor pauses and looks to the two that are now breathing deeply in meditation before uttering the final word with just a touch of disbelief in his voice, “Mystical?”
Sir Percival has been sleeping heavily in the corner all this time.
He wakes with a start "oh, what... er... where am I? what's going on?" A large, slightly overweight half-elf in his early 20s, his blue eyes betray a hint of uncertainty and anxiety before he settles himself and climbs to his feet
Seeing the group of people engaged in meditation, he wanders over and tries to engage Belvalor in conversation. "I say, old chap. Any idea what the blazes is going on here? What are these fellows up to?" He pauses, then says "Sorry, terribly rude of me. I'm Sir Percical Bronzine de Fleur, although most people call me Percy. Bit of a mouthful otherwise, ha!"
Belvalor turns to address Percival.
”Well met Percy; I’m Belvalor Runek. Friends call me Val.” He nods in greeting and flashes a friendly smile before turning to face the two still locked in meditation. When he does, his face turns to a more serious tone.
“All I really know at this point is that we’ve been captured by the drow. These two, and a few others I think, have said something about nightmares. They believe meditation will give them answers to their origin.”
"Ah, wonderful to meet you." Percy extends his hand.
"Meditation you say? I once knew a chap who absolutely swore by meditation. Spent hours meditating every day. Terribly nice fellow, very clever you know... I wonder what happened to him..." he pauses in thought again. "Well, I dare say meditation might help a bit, but I more of a man of action, if you know what I mean. We need to get out of here somehow, but I'll be honest - I've absolutely no idea where we are, how we got here or how to get out. It's all a bit of a quandry. Hmmm. What we need is someone clever to think of a cunning plan, don't you think?"
With that, Sir Percival begins pacing slowly back and forth in deep thought
Daphwise says: "Huh? Oh! I'm Daphwise Silverthread. I come from a small town not too far from here. I think we come from close places! Must be why I recognized you, or it's that it's someone else that I confused with you" Daphwise does the greeting and says "Wheres Menzo? I haven't heard of a drow city called Menzo, but bigger cells would be better. Do you have any ideas to get all of us out of here?" Daphwise says, gesturing to the others
Jimjar laughs. "I might have seen ye on one of my travels! I come down here often for trade amongst other things."
"Menzo is Menzoberranzan of course! It's just such a mouthful to say. MEN-ZO BERR-AN-ZAN. See! It's just difficult for me tah say!"
Ront pipes up at your question.
"There's no getting out of here! Duuuh! There are like 20 Drow here! With weapons and armor and magic! How do you expect us to even fight that without any gear?"
At this point Eldeth interjects, in her voice is a defiant fervor.
"You listen here you yellow tailed excuse for an Orc! Talk like that ain't gonna get us out of here. I bet that we can find some more discarded scraps like this." She beckons you all close to show a black shard of flint.
"We could use tools like this to help us get out!"
"Eldeth is right, you call yourself an orc, Ront? Your quaking is pathetic." Umarook spats out, she looks over at the ones meditating and turns to Eldeth "What do you have there Eldeth? How did you get your hands on that?"
Umarook tries to find a more comfortable spot in their accommodations and speaks to no one in particular, "Does anyone understand a word these Drow are speaking? I am so lost, and I don't know about you, but these nightmares are driving me mad! Are the rest of you having them as well? I'm not sure how much more I can take of this."
" I can understand what they say. " A young half elf with black hair and goatee appears from the shadow of the room. He could be counted as handsome if half of his face isn't covered with various colors of boils. The man smiles sarcastically and continues. " However, there is nothing to make you feel at ease. But if you are curious, I will help. "
@DM
For a couple of weeks, Julius observed two drow males(Jorlan and Shoor) very carefully to find the pattern of their behaviour and prepare for disguising them in the future. By the way, I hope my description about Julius's appearance is correct.
@Everyone
Although Julius is a half drow, he is also a ghost spider, an albino who almost looks like a normal half elf. Also I think the swelling on his face completely conceals his drow feature.
Roll an insight check to see how well you understand their behaviors.
Insight :8
You're not able to glean a lot from them since their visits have been fairly fleeting.
However, you've caught the eye? sense? of the little Myconid sprout Stool.
They've mentioned that Jorlan had suffered some disfiguring injuries recently, which made him fall out of Ilvara's favor. Her new favorite is Shoor. Jorlan seems none to happy about this from what Stool and the others can tell.
Ah, well I may be able to strike a bargain with him. I may be able to charm him in a few days if he leads me to do my chores. The best of luck for you guys if you can bust out, but my fiend may need my help. If I have a chance, I will leave. I am sorry, but I will return.
@Stool
" Well done, little one. " Julius gently touches the Myconid sprout's head (cap?) .
@Daphwise
"Well… I have to tell him later that all Elf kins, including our capturer, are having strong resistance over charming spells. " The half elf squints his eyes and watches the warlock and the tabaxi taking breathing. He looks entertained but shows no intention to join them.
@ Everyone
" … I think what Jorlan needs now is a healer rather than a charmer. As the gnome said,we can make a deal with the warden, if we can heal his injury. Does any one of us have healing abilities? " Julius looks around his roommates then starts to laugh to himself. " Oh silly me! I don't even know your name let alone what you can do. Except Val. How about having a simple self-introduction? I'm Julius. A half elf with a unique feature " He points to half of his face which is covered with venomous coloured boils." And spell casting ability. But sadly I can't heal people. "
OOC: Hi everyone. I'm making notes for all PCs and NPCs. If you describe your character's appearance and gender, that will be very helpful. My current notes are as follows.
Julius, an albino Half-Drow Sorcerer who looks like a normal Half-Elf. He has black curly hair and goatee. Half of his face is covered by various colored swelling. (male)
Umarook, a Half-Orc Cleric (female)
Lady Whiff, an Air Genasi Druid
Belvalor, a Half-Elf Rogue, nickname is Val. (male)
Gwylla, a Half-Elf Wizard
Daphiwyse, a Deep Gnome Warlock(male)
Misty, a Tabaxi Rogue
Sir Percival,A large, slightly overweight half-elf in his early 20s(male)
Sir Percival is as described above, with sandy coloured scruffy hair and blue eyes. He's a paladin.
He shakes himself from his reverie and asks "Did I hear you say you needed a healer? I wouldn't call myself a healer as such, but I do have some skill in treating the wounded and injured. Who needs assistance?"
Umarook is a middle-aged female half-orc, dark hair, blue piercing eyes.
@Sir Percival "A fellow healer! Oh I do love running into creatures such as yourself!"
@Julius "So you think if we heal Jorlan it might help our cause? I'm willing to do what it takes to get out of here! From what I can tell though, I don't think our spells are working down here."
" Well done, little one. " Julius gently touches the Myconid sprout's head (cap?) .
@Daphwise
"Well… I have to tell him later that all Elf kins, including our capturer, are having strong resistance over charming spells. " The half elf squints his eyes and watches the warlock and the tabaxi taking breathing. He looks entertained but shows no intention to join them.
@ Everyone
" … I think what Jorlan needs now is a healer rather than a charmer. As the gnome said,we can make a deal with the warden, if we can heal his injury. Does any one of us have healing abilities? " Julius looks around his roommates then starts to laugh to himself. " Oh silly me! I don't even know your name let alone what you can do. Except Val. How about having a simple self-introduction? I'm Julius. A half elf with a unique feature " He points to half of his face which is covered with venomous coloured boils." And spell casting ability. But sadly I can't heal people. "
OOC: Hi everyone. I'm making notes for all PCs and NPCs. If you describe your character's appearance and gender, that will be very helpful. My current notes are as follows.
Julius, an albino Half-Drow Sorcerer who looks like a normal Half-Elf. He has black curly hair and goatee. Half of his face is covered by various colored swelling. (male)
Umarook, a Half-Orc Cleric (female)
Lady Whiff, an Air Genasi Druid
Belvalor, a Half-Elf Rogue, nickname is Val. (male)
Gwylla, a Half-Elf Wizard
Daphiwyse, a Deep Gnome Warlock(male)
Misty, a Tabaxi Rogue
Sir Percival,A large, slightly overweight half-elf in his early 20s(male)
Lady Whiff had to bow out unfortunately.
Sarith
Sarith will speak up and scoff at Julius and Percival.
"Do you really think Ilvara is interested in healing Jorlan now half-breed?" His tone very pointed at Julius. "She has discarded him like yesterday's rubbish and now favors Shoor." "We are more likely to waste away here than to make a 'deal' with Ilvara."
Eldeth
Eldeth will tell the players that she found the flint while piling up rocks as a "task" for the Drow. "It tweren't easy trying to hide it, but I was able to sneak it back here at the end of the day. Maybe there are other discarded things that we can find to help us get our stuff and get out!"
DM Notes
I'm going to slow down my responses a bit to allow others to chime in moving forward. There are some players in different time zones, plus I haven't heard from Gwylla yet. I'm pondering when to move the story forward since this is my first Play by Post. It's a lot easier in person! If you feel we're going at an OK pace then let me know. I can also set time frames to move the story forward (I.E. a week or two weeks or more).
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I tell the Kuo Toa about my dream.
You and the rest of the party will be able to once the Drow come around to get your for your chores. I'll be starting that once we've had some time to make sure everyone's had a chance to get acquainted with one another.
There isn't anything in the pen that you're being kept in. All of you have already had a chance to take a thorough look.
Stool shakes their body and releases spores that immediately give you a telepathic link to all of the other captives. You're able to understand and communicate with anyone affected by their rapport spores.
"Here you go!" You hear in your head the petite squeak of Stool. "Now you can talk with everyone!"
They/Them
The Kuo-Toa scratches his chin. "Very interesting indeed. The mind can give us a window into ourselves. What do you think this might mean for your current situation?"
They/Them
Shuushar looks troubled by this. His lips sag, depressing his face so much that it almost looks like he may be made of jelly.
"Something very painful must be troubling you. Maybe our current situation, maybe more. Our minds can be great gifts, if only we can unlock their secrets. Maybe some meditation will help bring some answers to light."
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Misty blinks. “Ermmm….” He says cluelessly.
I *attempt* to meditate and follow Shuushar's advice. If he is a sage, he may be able to help.
"Good, good. Breathe in slowly, and hold, then breathe out and repeat."
"Come come my Tabaxi friend, join us in this calming exercise." Shuushar waves a webbed hand, beckoning politely for Misty to join them.
In the corner of the pen, Sarith sighs heavily, seeming to roll his eyes before resuming the dour look on his face.
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Daphwise follows Shuushar's instructions.
Misty Meadow walks over and joins in, sitting down and breathing deeply.
Belvalor does not join Shuushar and the other two in breathing and meditation. Instead, he looks on skeptically and says, “Ooooooookay…”
He then turns toward Shuushar and says, “Look; I haven’t had any crazy dreams okay? Don’t you have any solutions that are a little less…” Belvalor pauses and looks to the two that are now breathing deeply in meditation before uttering the final word with just a touch of disbelief in his voice, “Mystical?”
Sir Percival has been sleeping heavily in the corner all this time.
He wakes with a start "oh, what... er... where am I? what's going on?" A large, slightly overweight half-elf in his early 20s, his blue eyes betray a hint of uncertainty and anxiety before he settles himself and climbs to his feet
Seeing the group of people engaged in meditation, he wanders over and tries to engage Belvalor in conversation. "I say, old chap. Any idea what the blazes is going on here? What are these fellows up to?" He pauses, then says "Sorry, terribly rude of me. I'm Sir Percival Bronzine de Fleur, although most people call me Percy. Bit of a mouthful otherwise, ha!"
Sir Percival has been sleeping heavily in the corner all this time.
He wakes with a start "oh, what... er... where am I? what's going on?" A large, slightly overweight half-elf in his early 20s, his blue eyes betray a hint of uncertainty and anxiety before he settles himself and climbs to his feet
Seeing the group of people engaged in meditation, he wanders over and tries to engage Belvalor in conversation. "I say, old chap. Any idea what the blazes is going on here? What are these fellows up to?" He pauses, then says "Sorry, terribly rude of me. I'm Sir Percical Bronzine de Fleur, although most people call me Percy. Bit of a mouthful otherwise, ha!"
Belvalor turns to address Percival.
”Well met Percy; I’m Belvalor Runek. Friends call me Val.” He nods in greeting and flashes a friendly smile before turning to face the two still locked in meditation. When he does, his face turns to a more serious tone.
“All I really know at this point is that we’ve been captured by the drow. These two, and a few others I think, have said something about nightmares. They believe meditation will give them answers to their origin.”
"Ah, wonderful to meet you." Percy extends his hand.
"Meditation you say? I once knew a chap who absolutely swore by meditation. Spent hours meditating every day. Terribly nice fellow, very clever you know... I wonder what happened to him..." he pauses in thought again. "Well, I dare say meditation might help a bit, but I more of a man of action, if you know what I mean. We need to get out of here somehow, but I'll be honest - I've absolutely no idea where we are, how we got here or how to get out. It's all a bit of a quandry. Hmmm. What we need is someone clever to think of a cunning plan, don't you think?"
With that, Sir Percival begins pacing slowly back and forth in deep thought
"Eldeth is right, you call yourself an orc, Ront? Your quaking is pathetic." Umarook spats out, she looks over at the ones meditating and turns to Eldeth "What do you have there Eldeth? How did you get your hands on that?"
@Stool
" Well done, little one. " Julius gently touches the Myconid sprout's head (cap?) .
@Daphwise
"Well… I have to tell him later that all Elf kins, including our capturer, are having strong resistance over charming spells. " The half elf squints his eyes and watches the warlock and the tabaxi taking breathing. He looks entertained but shows no intention to join them.
@ Everyone
" … I think what Jorlan needs now is a healer rather than a charmer. As the gnome said,we can make a deal with the warden, if we can heal his injury. Does any one of us have healing abilities? " Julius looks around his roommates then starts to laugh to himself. " Oh silly me! I don't even know your name let alone what you can do. Except Val. How about having a simple self-introduction? I'm Julius. A half elf with a unique feature " He points to half of his face which is covered with venomous coloured boils." And spell casting ability. But sadly I can't heal people. "
OOC: Hi everyone. I'm making notes for all PCs and NPCs. If you describe your character's appearance and gender, that will be very helpful. My current notes are as follows.
Julius, an albino Half-Drow Sorcerer who looks like a normal Half-Elf. He has black curly hair and goatee. Half of his face is covered by various colored swelling. (male)
Umarook, a Half-Orc Cleric (female)
Lady Whiff, an Air Genasi Druid
Belvalor, a Half-Elf Rogue, nickname is Val. (male)
Gwylla, a Half-Elf Wizard
Daphiwyse, a Deep Gnome Warlock(male)
Misty, a Tabaxi Rogue
Sir Percival,A large, slightly overweight half-elf in his early 20s(male)
Misty Meadow is a male tabaxi, has grey fur, he is relatively average weight, his height is 5 foot 9 inches. His eyes are bright green.
Sir Percival is as described above, with sandy coloured scruffy hair and blue eyes. He's a paladin.
He shakes himself from his reverie and asks "Did I hear you say you needed a healer? I wouldn't call myself a healer as such, but I do have some skill in treating the wounded and injured. Who needs assistance?"
Umarook is a middle-aged female half-orc, dark hair, blue piercing eyes.
@Sir Percival "A fellow healer! Oh I do love running into creatures such as yourself!"
@Julius "So you think if we heal Jorlan it might help our cause? I'm willing to do what it takes to get out of here! From what I can tell though, I don't think our spells are working down here."
Lady Whiff had to bow out unfortunately.
Sarith
Sarith will speak up and scoff at Julius and Percival.
"Do you really think Ilvara is interested in healing Jorlan now half-breed?" His tone very pointed at Julius.
"She has discarded him like yesterday's rubbish and now favors Shoor."
"We are more likely to waste away here than to make a 'deal' with Ilvara."
Eldeth
Eldeth will tell the players that she found the flint while piling up rocks as a "task" for the Drow. "It tweren't easy trying to hide it, but I was able to sneak it back here at the end of the day. Maybe there are other discarded things that we can find to help us get our stuff and get out!"
DM Notes
I'm going to slow down my responses a bit to allow others to chime in moving forward. There are some players in different time zones, plus I haven't heard from Gwylla yet. I'm pondering when to move the story forward since this is my first Play by Post. It's a lot easier in person! If you feel we're going at an OK pace then let me know. I can also set time frames to move the story forward (I.E. a week or two weeks or more).
They/Them