Lia glances over to make sure the drider is speaking to her. If it appears they are she looks to see which apple they might wish picked.
Lia actually does not speak undercommon, so didn't understand the statement. I was super lazy and disguised the language in webdings font instead of what I usually do, which is translate it into some foreign language. I will make sure I do that from now on instead.
Zanvoril moves quietly over towards the stew and makes a show of investigating what it is made of. As he does he tries to maneuver to keep the minotaur larger body between him and the driders and reaches down with a small gesture and quiet word, whispering quietly to the minotaur, "Hunger may be the best sauce, but maybe this will help."
The minotaur raises an eyebrow and looks nervously over his shoulder at the uninterested drider. He tastes the stew, which is clearly made of...low grade meat and vegetables. But his eyes widen in surprise at the new taste.
"Keep that to yourself, friend," the minotaur says. "At least until the driders aren't watching."
Then he waves over some of the others who have already had their meal to try some of what is left.
---------------------
Lia, unsure of what the drider said or who he is talking to, looks over her shoulder. The drider nods at her, saying, "Ko te aporo, ko tera kei runga!"
He gestures up high to the top of one of the nearby apple trees. There are a few apples up there and little else that he could be gesturing. He has a contemptuous smirk on his face.
Lia frowns, not quite certain of what the drider was getting on about, but, going by his gesturing and sneering, she supposed she was to climb up and get those apples. With a nod in the drider's direction, she moved to the tree and began to climb.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Acrobatics is the better fit, which gives Lia a 15.
Lia scales the tree nimbly, buoyed even by some of the thin branches at the top of the tree. She manages to pick 6 apples before descending to the urgent calls of the drider saying, "Kia tere, kia tere!"
She delivers the apples to the drider, who takes one and swats the rest to the ground. "Poauau e rua-waewae," he says and takes a bite of the apple and then tosses it on the ground before walking away.
Lia glances after the drider not quite understanding what that was all about. She isn't overly concerned though as she figures it was just them lording it over the rest of them as usual. Turning she continues around the farm, then returns to the bunkhouse.
Xev'ren search around tell he finds a small splinter of wood, only a few inches long, and very narrow. He places the splinter against the wooden door, his goal is that if the door is opened the wood will move, but being so small hopefully if won't be noticed. The best he can think of, he turns and heads back "home". He doesn't want to be out to long in case his absence is noticed.
Night falls and the newly aligned rebel slaves take to their respective bunks. Progress was small but there is time and opportunity coming. In two days time will be the Festival of Night, a drider holiday celebrating Museus, the god of destruction and overlord of darkness. The day before this holiday is a day of preparation. Messengers, laborers, servants, cooks, and toadies will be quite busy on the eve of the Festival of Night. For miners, farmers and foragers, crafters, and clerks, the watchful eye will be a little less watchful but they will be expected to go about their business as usual. Entertainers, gladiators, breeders, and healers have an easy day of it typically on this day.
When the day of the festival comes, entertainers, gladiators, breeders, and healers will have a lot to do. Miners, farmers and foragers, crafters, and clerks can expect a restful day with light guards to watch over them. Messengers, laborers, servants, cooks, and toadies will have work to do but less supervision by their Weavers.
The day after the festival, messengers, laborers, servants, cooks, and toadies will find little to do as their masters mostly sleep off the festival. Miners, farmers and foragers, crafters, and clerks can expect to be back to work with harsh, hungover taskmasters. Entertainers, gladiators, breeders, and healers will have an easier day but still expected to do their jobs.
Thus, the morning of the eve of the Festival of Night arises, granting some opportunities to escape the watchful drider overlords and others enhanced scrutiny...
Messengers, laborers, servants, cooks, and toadies will make skill checks with disadvantage today.
Miners, farmers and foragers, crafters, and clerks receive a +1 to skill checks today.
Entertainers, gladiators, breeders, and healers make skill checks with advantage today.
Thinking, before bedtime, about tasks and this new theoretical-to-actual rebellion shift, Bayut composes a new slogan, with variations thereupon: Stealing from slavery is an act of Freedom. He keeps it to himself for now, but he takes a piece of the chalk lying about - not taking it anywhere, still in the stable, just now he thinks this is ours not theirs and he makes the tiniest little mark on the wall behind the upper half-door. Tomorrow is not the day for anything but running, but after that...
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Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & -Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
Thinking, before bedtime, about tasks and this new theoretical-to-actual rebellion shift, Bayut composes a new slogan, with variations thereupon: Stealing from slavery is an act of Freedom. He keeps it to himself for now, but he takes a piece of the chalk lying about - not taking it anywhere, still in the stable, just now he thinks this is ours not theirs and he makes the tiniest little mark on the wall behind the upper half-door. Tomorrow is not the day for anything but running, but after that...
This is so good that I had to make something of it. Gofer Bayut now possesses lucky chalk as a good luck charm for rerolling skill checks three times a day.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Zanvoril spends some time trying to work out the best way to disable the collar, without removing it if possible, and looking for any items he could use to do so. In order to be as certain as possible of finding it, he calls up the chaos that follows him.
Lia lay still, her chest rising and falling in deep slow breaths. All around her the other farm workers slept, weary from a day of trial and exertion. In the bed to her left one of those who had been in the fight lay, a colorful bruise marring half of his face, and his sleep fitful. The loud snores from the man who had first greeted her so rudely filled the chamber. Finally hearing those snores, Lia's lids snap open and she looks around as far as possible without moving a single body part. It had taken the man so long to finally go to sleep, she was a bit concerned he was fake-snoring. Seeing no movement, other than deep-sleep twitching, Lia sits up and pushes her blankets off. She pauses there, eyes focusing in on the over-loud snores coming from the man. She figured he was a mole, or at least a toady, so she watches him for a long moment, before deciding he is truly sleeping. Only then does she slip from the bed, moving silently across the chamber, and making sure to not be shown against any windows. Moving to the counter she had seen before, filled with tools, she glances through them, finally selecting a roll of silk rope. She carefully twines the rope around her, under her tunic, covering her belly and hips with the strands of silk. Thanks to the thinness of the over-strong rope, it is little more than a belt, and would not show under her cloak. Moving back towards her bed, she stops by the bed of the man who had been so rude to her earlier and watches his slow breathing, wincing at the snores that seem likely to rattle the timbers of the room soon. She watches the man sleep for a few moments, then decides she doesn't wish to go too quickly here, so, instead of doing anything untward to the man, she simply returns to her bed. Slipping under the covers she closes her eyes and rests.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
DM shield:
18
Bayut is tasked with a lot of deliveries today as driders prepare their celebrations for the Festival of Night, communicating with each other all over Duskwell. On his third trip across the city he is passing through a narrow street in Eastgate, adorned in his messenger blue and whites, when a drider emerges from the building ahead of him. It is not so sudden as to cause a collision but the drider, some kind of priest or mage adorned with symbols of Museus, does not expect the wind tunnel this narrow street has become. His armful of scrolls, parchments, and books is cast into the air, scattering all across the alley. The drider whirls to view his mess and, seeing Bayut, holds up a hand.
"Do not cross over these papers, two-legs," he says sternly.
Bayut is seen. He is blocked from passing through this alley, though it is not his only route and he is already more than halfway down it. How does he proceed?
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DM shield:
Stealth(15): 24 + 1
Lia does well in finding the tool chest without waking any of her fellow slaves. The driders are at a distance and not paying attention as she secures a 18 foot length of spider silk rope (by far the most common form of rope in this city) easily enough. On her return to her bed, as she is standing over the jerk who greeted her, another slave moves, turning over and locking eyes with Lia. The woman is a halfling and was out in the field until late in the day.
As Lia returns to her own bunk, the woman follows her with her gaze before rolling over, leaving Lia to herself. In the morning, the halfling is nowhere to be seen as Lia begins her day.
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Zanvoril cannot get a good look at his collar, although he can feel the runes engraved all around it. He can sense the magic imbued in the collar as well. There appears to be no detectable seam. Nor does he have the magic capabilities to suppress or dispel the magic of the collar. In the end, he wakes in the morning, ready for his first day in the mines, with little in the way of ideas on how to remove the collar.
Lia moves out, strolling around the yard, doing some apple picking as needed, but mostly keeping her eyes out for the halfling. She is also studying the guards and their routines. She needs to get out to scout one of the locations and today is likely her best bet. She doesn't plan on making a move until later, but takes the better part of the day to scout out the best option for timing as well as looking for that halfling.
The momebt Xev'ren gets a break he wastes no time and heads to the root cellar he was checking out before. He tries his best to avoid any parties that might be going on. Listening carefully at any corner he comes to.
Zanvoril heads into the mines with the others, curiously looking around at how well they're being watched and what tools their using and what they're mining, looking for things worth pocketing. As he walks into the mines the first time, he reflects on the advantages of not having to breath.
(All of the safe houses are inside the city, right? None anywhere he could check out?)
Is GB surrounded by papers, such that he cannot go forward or back? Or just blocked so he'd have to back up and go around?
And - "wind tunnel" because of the speed of his running, or just coincidence that wind hit at an unlucky time?
And a further question - is going around and taking longer going to lead to collar-related punishments? Are we timed by the aforementioned hourglass and how do they decide how much time we are allotted?
Is GB surrounded by papers, such that he cannot go forward or back? Or just blocked so he'd have to back up and go around?
And - "wind tunnel" because of the speed of his running, or just coincidence that wind hit at an unlucky time?
And a further question - is going around and taking longer going to lead to collar-related punishments? Are we timed by the aforementioned hourglass and how do they decide how much time we are allotted?
No, just in front of him
Unlucky coincidence
Possibility of punishments. You'll need to succeed a CON check if you go back to push hard and make it on time. You can risk punishment going through, or you could stop and help or wait, I suppose.
Time allotted depends on the distance you have to go, how many messages you are carrying, etc. They have some sort of time-table worked out that hangs on the wall by the hourglasses.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Bayut will not cross the papers, he'll go back and around. I comply he says, then There is always another way he delivers what seems like an aside laden with meaning The message will have to accept being delayed. I comply he finishes and retraces, going as fast as he can. A con check: 4
((after that - is this one of the things lucky chalk allows?)) 16
Lia actually does not speak undercommon, so didn't understand the statement. I was super lazy and disguised the language in webdings font instead of what I usually do, which is translate it into some foreign language. I will make sure I do that from now on instead.
Zanvoril moves quietly over towards the stew and makes a show of investigating what it is made of. As he does he tries to maneuver to keep the minotaur larger body between him and the driders and reaches down with a small gesture and quiet word, whispering quietly to the minotaur, "Hunger may be the best sauce, but maybe this will help."
Prestidigitation to flavor up the food.
The minotaur raises an eyebrow and looks nervously over his shoulder at the uninterested drider. He tastes the stew, which is clearly made of...low grade meat and vegetables. But his eyes widen in surprise at the new taste.
"Keep that to yourself, friend," the minotaur says. "At least until the driders aren't watching."
Then he waves over some of the others who have already had their meal to try some of what is left.
---------------------
Lia, unsure of what the drider said or who he is talking to, looks over her shoulder. The drider nods at her, saying, "Ko te aporo, ko tera kei runga!"
He gestures up high to the top of one of the nearby apple trees. There are a few apples up there and little else that he could be gesturing. He has a contemptuous smirk on his face.
Lia frowns, not quite certain of what the drider was getting on about, but, going by his gesturing and sneering, she supposed she was to climb up and get those apples. With a nod in the drider's direction, she moved to the tree and began to climb.
Athletics: 12
Acrobatics is the better fit, which gives Lia a 15.
Lia scales the tree nimbly, buoyed even by some of the thin branches at the top of the tree. She manages to pick 6 apples before descending to the urgent calls of the drider saying, "Kia tere, kia tere!"
She delivers the apples to the drider, who takes one and swats the rest to the ground. "Poauau e rua-waewae," he says and takes a bite of the apple and then tosses it on the ground before walking away.
Lia glances after the drider not quite understanding what that was all about. She isn't overly concerned though as she figures it was just them lording it over the rest of them as usual. Turning she continues around the farm, then returns to the bunkhouse.
Zanvoril doesn't say anything, but smiles and nods, retreating to his bunk for the night.
Xev'ren search around tell he finds a small splinter of wood, only a few inches long, and very narrow. He places the splinter against the wooden door, his goal is that if the door is opened the wood will move, but being so small hopefully if won't be noticed. The best he can think of, he turns and heads back "home". He doesn't want to be out to long in case his absence is noticed.
Night falls and the newly aligned rebel slaves take to their respective bunks. Progress was small but there is time and opportunity coming. In two days time will be the Festival of Night, a drider holiday celebrating Museus, the god of destruction and overlord of darkness. The day before this holiday is a day of preparation. Messengers, laborers, servants, cooks, and toadies will be quite busy on the eve of the Festival of Night. For miners, farmers and foragers, crafters, and clerks, the watchful eye will be a little less watchful but they will be expected to go about their business as usual. Entertainers, gladiators, breeders, and healers have an easy day of it typically on this day.
When the day of the festival comes, entertainers, gladiators, breeders, and healers will have a lot to do. Miners, farmers and foragers, crafters, and clerks can expect a restful day with light guards to watch over them. Messengers, laborers, servants, cooks, and toadies will have work to do but less supervision by their Weavers.
The day after the festival, messengers, laborers, servants, cooks, and toadies will find little to do as their masters mostly sleep off the festival. Miners, farmers and foragers, crafters, and clerks can expect to be back to work with harsh, hungover taskmasters. Entertainers, gladiators, breeders, and healers will have an easier day but still expected to do their jobs.
Thus, the morning of the eve of the Festival of Night arises, granting some opportunities to escape the watchful drider overlords and others enhanced scrutiny...
Messengers, laborers, servants, cooks, and toadies will make skill checks with disadvantage today.
Miners, farmers and foragers, crafters, and clerks receive a +1 to skill checks today.
Entertainers, gladiators, breeders, and healers make skill checks with advantage today.
Thinking, before bedtime, about tasks and this new theoretical-to-actual rebellion shift, Bayut composes a new slogan, with variations thereupon: Stealing from slavery is an act of Freedom. He keeps it to himself for now, but he takes a piece of the chalk lying about - not taking it anywhere, still in the stable, just now he thinks this is ours not theirs and he makes the tiniest little mark on the wall behind the upper half-door. Tomorrow is not the day for anything but running, but after that...
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
This is so good that I had to make something of it. Gofer Bayut now possesses lucky chalk as a good luck charm for rerolling skill checks three times a day.
Zanvoril spends some time trying to work out the best way to disable the collar, without removing it if possible, and looking for any items he could use to do so. In order to be as certain as possible of finding it, he calls up the chaos that follows him.
Tides of Chaos and Knowledge from a Past Life
Investigation: 9 + 6
Lia lay still, her chest rising and falling in deep slow breaths. All around her the other farm workers slept, weary from a day of trial and exertion. In the bed to her left one of those who had been in the fight lay, a colorful bruise marring half of his face, and his sleep fitful. The loud snores from the man who had first greeted her so rudely filled the chamber. Finally hearing those snores, Lia's lids snap open and she looks around as far as possible without moving a single body part. It had taken the man so long to finally go to sleep, she was a bit concerned he was fake-snoring. Seeing no movement, other than deep-sleep twitching, Lia sits up and pushes her blankets off. She pauses there, eyes focusing in on the over-loud snores coming from the man. She figured he was a mole, or at least a toady, so she watches him for a long moment, before deciding he is truly sleeping. Only then does she slip from the bed, moving silently across the chamber, and making sure to not be shown against any windows. Moving to the counter she had seen before, filled with tools, she glances through them, finally selecting a roll of silk rope. She carefully twines the rope around her, under her tunic, covering her belly and hips with the strands of silk. Thanks to the thinness of the over-strong rope, it is little more than a belt, and would not show under her cloak. Moving back towards her bed, she stops by the bed of the man who had been so rude to her earlier and watches his slow breathing, wincing at the snores that seem likely to rattle the timbers of the room soon. She watches the man sleep for a few moments, then decides she doesn't wish to go too quickly here, so, instead of doing anything untward to the man, she simply returns to her bed. Slipping under the covers she closes her eyes and rests.
DM shield:
18
Bayut is tasked with a lot of deliveries today as driders prepare their celebrations for the Festival of Night, communicating with each other all over Duskwell. On his third trip across the city he is passing through a narrow street in Eastgate, adorned in his messenger blue and whites, when a drider emerges from the building ahead of him. It is not so sudden as to cause a collision but the drider, some kind of priest or mage adorned with symbols of Museus, does not expect the wind tunnel this narrow street has become. His armful of scrolls, parchments, and books is cast into the air, scattering all across the alley. The drider whirls to view his mess and, seeing Bayut, holds up a hand.
"Do not cross over these papers, two-legs," he says sternly.
Bayut is seen. He is blocked from passing through this alley, though it is not his only route and he is already more than halfway down it. How does he proceed?
-----------------
DM shield:
Stealth(15): 24 + 1
Lia does well in finding the tool chest without waking any of her fellow slaves. The driders are at a distance and not paying attention as she secures a 18 foot length of spider silk rope (by far the most common form of rope in this city) easily enough. On her return to her bed, as she is standing over the jerk who greeted her, another slave moves, turning over and locking eyes with Lia. The woman is a halfling and was out in the field until late in the day.
As Lia returns to her own bunk, the woman follows her with her gaze before rolling over, leaving Lia to herself. In the morning, the halfling is nowhere to be seen as Lia begins her day.
----------------------
Zanvoril cannot get a good look at his collar, although he can feel the runes engraved all around it. He can sense the magic imbued in the collar as well. There appears to be no detectable seam. Nor does he have the magic capabilities to suppress or dispel the magic of the collar. In the end, he wakes in the morning, ready for his first day in the mines, with little in the way of ideas on how to remove the collar.
Lia moves out, strolling around the yard, doing some apple picking as needed, but mostly keeping her eyes out for the halfling. She is also studying the guards and their routines. She needs to get out to scout one of the locations and today is likely her best bet. She doesn't plan on making a move until later, but takes the better part of the day to scout out the best option for timing as well as looking for that halfling.
The momebt Xev'ren gets a break he wastes no time and heads to the root cellar he was checking out before. He tries his best to avoid any parties that might be going on. Listening carefully at any corner he comes to.
Zanvoril heads into the mines with the others, curiously looking around at how well they're being watched and what tools their using and what they're mining, looking for things worth pocketing. As he walks into the mines the first time, he reflects on the advantages of not having to breath.
(All of the safe houses are inside the city, right? None anywhere he could check out?)
Is GB surrounded by papers, such that he cannot go forward or back? Or just blocked so he'd have to back up and go around?
And - "wind tunnel" because of the speed of his running, or just coincidence that wind hit at an unlucky time?
And a further question - is going around and taking longer going to lead to collar-related punishments? Are we timed by the aforementioned hourglass and how do they decide how much time we are allotted?
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
No, just in front of him
Unlucky coincidence
Possibility of punishments. You'll need to succeed a CON check if you go back to push hard and make it on time. You can risk punishment going through, or you could stop and help or wait, I suppose.
Time allotted depends on the distance you have to go, how many messages you are carrying, etc. They have some sort of time-table worked out that hangs on the wall by the hourglasses.
Bayut will not cross the papers, he'll go back and around. I comply he says, then There is always another way he delivers what seems like an aside laden with meaning The message will have to accept being delayed. I comply he finishes and retraces, going as fast as he can. A con check: 4
((after that - is this one of the things lucky chalk allows?)) 16
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky