Ezra slowly edges into the door, trying not to look down into the abyss below. As he stretches out a hand to grab the wire, it lets out a groan and sways ever so slightly. From his current angle, he can't get at it properly, so he has to creep along the edge, hooking his feet around a metal extrusion, perhaps piping or something similar. He leans out, stabilizing himself with one hand on the undamaged wire. It's an awkward position, as he lowers the blowtorch, melting the metal "splint" he's using to patch the wire, fusing it to the wire. He makes sure not to accidentally go too far and end up burning straight through the wire, but it is thick and the splint is long enough to avoid the weaker parts. With his knowledge of metalworking, he is highly doubtful of the efficacy of his patch job, but it's probably at least a little better than it was before. The elevator won't be plummeting through the bottom of New Newgate and into the Unterzee anytime soon, at least not because of this specific problem. Carefully, he makes his way back to the door, and finally pulls himself out of the shaft. The Stained Mechanic looks pleased, and extends a hand to Ezra.
"Nice job on that one, rookie. Isn't every day a newbie pulls off a repair like that. I'll be putting a good word in for you to my superiors, you've got skill."
(An occurrence! You now have 1x Favours: The Prison.)
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"THANK YOU. HOPEFULLY IT HOLDS UNTIL THE CABLE CAN BE REPLACED."
The naïve Ezra assumes that a proper fix will be done at some point, and that his efforts are just temporary until then.
He shakes the extended hand, but doesn't want to make too much of the praise in front of the rest of the crew, no need to be further singled out as the new guy. Just keep his head down (as much as one of his size can), do his work, and observe opportunities and the layout of the prison for if and when his cellmates and he can effect an escape.
((I know it's just Ezra and Damien, but until the others don't return, he's going to continue assuming they're part of it.))
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
The dart player refused his offer for a game, but on the bright side he started to speak. The ice is broken, Damian thought questioning himself if ‘mushroom day’ didn’t have any other meaning. It was quite obvious that the menu of the day consisted of fungi, but did that leave the crew there particularly busy? He couldn’t shake the feeling that the whole ordeal still sounded like the killing of some Blemmingan. Maybe I spent too much time in the Neath. Or too little. Killing was not something so easy to do, after all.
“I am a newcomer so I don’t quite understand your meaning. That said I can offer some help if you want. I am somewhat competent with throwing weapons.”And all other kind of weapons too. He noticed as much since the game of dice. Another gift from the old man, he suspected. Another thing best left unsaid to his new coworker.“The Chef was quite open about what I should do, after all.”
Not that he would complain. He could do nothing and still have free shelter and free food. Or at least two things that were passable enough for his tastes after two years mostly starving in the streets. And here I though I would not get anything of value out of that time. Without it, the warlock supposed, he would find New Newgate a cold Hell on earth. Or under it and close by the actual Hell.
The dart player raises an eyebrow, and chuckles. "It's mushroom day. Thus, we prepare mushrooms. Big ones, small ones, wide ones, thin ones, mostly vaguely phallic ones, it's hard to find ones that aren't. Flambée them, sautée them, boil them, chill them, chop them up, mush them together. We're rewarded for creativity, thus my techniques. If you want to earn favour with the head chef, you ought to figure out a method quick."
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
So we are the cook’s daily show. Damien thought to himself hearing the man explanation. He wasn’t particularly interested into gaining favor with anyone in the prison. Hell, if things went right he would be out of there soon enough. But he knew better than to say as much. Last thing he needed was someone from the prison paying closer attention to his movements. The good news was that with all this, what was the word the other inmate used, creativity, going on, no one would pay attention to his actual culinary skills making his place on what he could only assume was an easy to reach place for the courier of any message about escaping New Newgate was basically ensured.
“I know you already refused the idea of a game of a darts but hear me out.” The warlock started, deciding it would be stranger if he were to not try figuring a way to get himself some reward. “Wouldn’t it be seen as more creative, more entertaining to head cook, to have a performance?”He pointed to the men playing snooker with a plate of portobellos. “A duo cooking with such weapons. Two pair of hands working more and faster than just one. It would be beneficial to us both.”
“I think you already have what we need.” Damien said pointing to the darts. “We just need to give it some panache, add some speed.” He thought about asking if the man had ever seen a knife-throwing act in a carnival, but ultimately decided it was better not to. Last thing he would want was to inspire an inmate of New Newgate to throw darts trying to not hit him.“For example, I could go moving around the kitchen while throwing the mushrooms in the air, and you would have to hit them before their fall. This would make the immovable target a moving one, with changing distance. At other point I could throw two or more mushrooms in the air at the same time and you would try to skewer them with a single dart. You could move yourself during your throws, jumping or running.”
That seemed dangerous enough to get some eyes on the guy and either prove his accuracy impressive or turn the lack of it in a joke. Maybe I should tell him of the risks. That way, if things went awry, there was some chance the inmate would not blame him.
“We could limit the area of movement to a section in front of the walls, to minimize the risk of hitting someone. Ultimately, though, there is no guarantee that one of the lads would not be caught and the hardest part would be on the sniper so your call.”
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(Dex(Acrobatics) to keep from falling, and Int/Dex(Smith's Tools) to make the repair)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Acrobatics: 13
Dex (Smith's with double PB from rune): 9
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Ezra slowly edges into the door, trying not to look down into the abyss below. As he stretches out a hand to grab the wire, it lets out a groan and sways ever so slightly. From his current angle, he can't get at it properly, so he has to creep along the edge, hooking his feet around a metal extrusion, perhaps piping or something similar. He leans out, stabilizing himself with one hand on the undamaged wire. It's an awkward position, as he lowers the blowtorch, melting the metal "splint" he's using to patch the wire, fusing it to the wire. He makes sure not to accidentally go too far and end up burning straight through the wire, but it is thick and the splint is long enough to avoid the weaker parts. With his knowledge of metalworking, he is highly doubtful of the efficacy of his patch job, but it's probably at least a little better than it was before. The elevator won't be plummeting through the bottom of New Newgate and into the Unterzee anytime soon, at least not because of this specific problem. Carefully, he makes his way back to the door, and finally pulls himself out of the shaft. The Stained Mechanic looks pleased, and extends a hand to Ezra.
"Nice job on that one, rookie. Isn't every day a newbie pulls off a repair like that. I'll be putting a good word in for you to my superiors, you've got skill."
(An occurrence! You now have 1x Favours: The Prison.)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"THANK YOU. HOPEFULLY IT HOLDS UNTIL THE CABLE CAN BE REPLACED."
The naïve Ezra assumes that a proper fix will be done at some point, and that his efforts are just temporary until then.
He shakes the extended hand, but doesn't want to make too much of the praise in front of the rest of the crew, no need to be further singled out as the new guy. Just keep his head down (as much as one of his size can), do his work, and observe opportunities and the layout of the prison for if and when his cellmates and he can effect an escape.
((I know it's just Ezra and Damien, but until the others don't return, he's going to continue assuming they're part of it.))
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
(Let's jump to Damien for a bit, what is he getting up to in the kitchen?)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
The dart player refused his offer for a game, but on the bright side he started to speak. The ice is broken, Damian thought questioning himself if ‘mushroom day’ didn’t have any other meaning. It was quite obvious that the menu of the day consisted of fungi, but did that leave the crew there particularly busy? He couldn’t shake the feeling that the whole ordeal still sounded like the killing of some Blemmingan. Maybe I spent too much time in the Neath. Or too little. Killing was not something so easy to do, after all.
“I am a newcomer so I don’t quite understand your meaning. That said I can offer some help if you want. I am somewhat competent with throwing weapons.” And all other kind of weapons too. He noticed as much since the game of dice. Another gift from the old man, he suspected. Another thing best left unsaid to his new coworker. “The Chef was quite open about what I should do, after all.”
Not that he would complain. He could do nothing and still have free shelter and free food. Or at least two things that were passable enough for his tastes after two years mostly starving in the streets. And here I though I would not get anything of value out of that time. Without it, the warlock supposed, he would find New Newgate a cold Hell on earth. Or under it and close by the actual Hell.
The dart player raises an eyebrow, and chuckles. "It's mushroom day. Thus, we prepare mushrooms. Big ones, small ones, wide ones, thin ones, mostly vaguely phallic ones, it's hard to find ones that aren't. Flambée them, sautée them, boil them, chill them, chop them up, mush them together. We're rewarded for creativity, thus my techniques. If you want to earn favour with the head chef, you ought to figure out a method quick."
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
So we are the cook’s daily show. Damien thought to himself hearing the man explanation. He wasn’t particularly interested into gaining favor with anyone in the prison. Hell, if things went right he would be out of there soon enough. But he knew better than to say as much. Last thing he needed was someone from the prison paying closer attention to his movements. The good news was that with all this, what was the word the other inmate used, creativity, going on, no one would pay attention to his actual culinary skills making his place on what he could only assume was an easy to reach place for the courier of any message about escaping New Newgate was basically ensured.
“I know you already refused the idea of a game of a darts but hear me out.” The warlock started, deciding it would be stranger if he were to not try figuring a way to get himself some reward. “Wouldn’t it be seen as more creative, more entertaining to head cook, to have a performance?” He pointed to the men playing snooker with a plate of portobellos. “A duo cooking with such weapons. Two pair of hands working more and faster than just one. It would be beneficial to us both.”
The man strokes his chin thoughtfully, nodding along to Damien's suggestion.
"Go on... propose your idea to me. I can probably find what we need."
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
“I think you already have what we need.” Damien said pointing to the darts. “We just need to give it some panache, add some speed.” He thought about asking if the man had ever seen a knife-throwing act in a carnival, but ultimately decided it was better not to. Last thing he would want was to inspire an inmate of New Newgate to throw darts trying to not hit him. “For example, I could go moving around the kitchen while throwing the mushrooms in the air, and you would have to hit them before their fall. This would make the immovable target a moving one, with changing distance. At other point I could throw two or more mushrooms in the air at the same time and you would try to skewer them with a single dart. You could move yourself during your throws, jumping or running.”
That seemed dangerous enough to get some eyes on the guy and either prove his accuracy impressive or turn the lack of it in a joke. Maybe I should tell him of the risks. That way, if things went awry, there was some chance the inmate would not blame him.
“We could limit the area of movement to a section in front of the walls, to minimize the risk of hitting someone. Ultimately, though, there is no guarantee that one of the lads would not be caught and the hardest part would be on the sniper so your call.”