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Grimshock looks to Evendur and speaks
"I'll pick one, you pick another one of your liking."
and shouts towards the captives
"My associate and I are going to interview you one by one. We prefer some good looking ladies but you may show us your skills to impress us. We will only pick 2 persons, 1 for each of us. Don't lose hope if you are not picked, we will come back again next week."
While the interview is happening, he checks if any of them has connection to magic.
Vilihel's head lifts as she hears Grimshock's shout. What new hell is this?she thinks. She stands, draping her long, brown hair over the left side of her face in a casual way, and walks toward the edge of her cell to get a better look. Her lithe frame is poorly covered in only what she had been wearing underneath her armor before it was stripped from her, exposing her copper-skinned forearms and hands, stomach, and legs from the thighs down. Her bare feet and the palms of her hands are black with grime. She catches sight of the warlock and narrows her one visible eye. A human? What are these fowl Duergar up to now?
Grimshock catches from the corner of his eyes an elf covered in grime locked in a cell. He looks at Evendur and mumbles to himself
"He's pretty handsome for a half-elf"
Then looks back again at the cell
"How about that elf. Maybe if we clean it up, give that person some decent clothes, it'll be pretty good looking. Problem with those elves, even the men are good looking"
mumbles to himself for a little while
"I'll take a gamble, it's 50/50 chance. Please don't be a trap, please don't be a trap, please don't be a trap..."
and talks to the nearest duergar and points toward the cell
"I'll take that person right over there."
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"That one," grumbles Orikk. "She's not as pretty as you might think." Grimshock watches as Orikk looks at one of the guards and nods toward Vilihel. Vilihel backs up a few paces as the guard opens the cell and marches in. The Duergar grabs the elf by her upper arm, pulls her back toward the front of the cell, and uses its other hand to sweep across her head, pushing it to the side and moving her hair out of the way. Grimshock isn't sure what he's seeing. Along the elf's left cheek and beside her eye is some kind of pattern which extends up into what should be her hairline, but the hair on her temple is gone. A tattoo, maybe? Then he notices her ear — it suffers from some kind of deformity. It is mottled and — Grimshock would swear — shrunken. "Open your eyes and show him," Orikk commands. Vilihel, who had closed her eyes when her captor had pushed her head, slowly lifts her chin and opens her eyes to look at Grimshock. The color of the right eye, the one which hadn't been hidden by her hair, is a little hard to make out because of the low light. Grimshock estimates it is a mellow brown. Her left eye, however, is a bright gold. It is striking, yet off-putting. At first, Grimshock isn't completely sure why it makes him feel so uncomfortable, and then he notices the pupil: It is a vertical slit like an animal's. Not wanting to stare at what is so obviously making the elf uncomfortable, his eyes wander along the rest of her. This close, Grimshock can see a bruise near her mouth and several on her arms and stomach. "She's stubborn, this one," Orikk sneers. "We've had to tame her a little." He nods at the guard again and the Duergar exits the cell, giving Vilihel a little shove as he releases her arm. Vilihel smoothly pulls her hair forward again, hiding the left side of her face. She continues to stare at Grimshock as if trying to read his mind.
Grimshock's already wrinkled forehead from old age had increased another fold, his thinning gray hair feels like it's about to fall from stress, covers his face, sighs, and talks to himself.
"This is really an unlucky day. First, we got to meet a group of duergar we really can't say no, our gnome paladin just vanished into thin air, then we're forced to labor for a week or more, and now, when I thought this is my time to get a beautiful elf as a companion in our travels, we got a fierce looking one which will likely kill me if I offend her even slightly. And not even half a day has passed."
He calms himself and talks to Evendur
"May lady luck favor you. Mine just left me when I entered the underdark" as he sulks on a dark corner, drooping his head and lets out another deep sigh.
While standing on the dark corner, Grimshock casts Message towards the elf
"Don't look at my direction, just feign ignorance so the duergars think we hate each other. We came here to rescue some captives and maybe the kingdom of tarafas offer something in exchange.
From the time you came here, if you know someone important looking or a high ranking person, you can tell it to that half-elf over there so he can release it."
Vilihel's head jerks at the human's sudden voice in her mind. She fights the urge to glance in his direction as she listens. "I have on occasional seen new captives being brought in," she responds quietly, turning to look toward the back of the cell and using her hand to cover her mouth discreetly. "And sometimes we're removed from our cells in order to perform menial tasks. By my count, there are 12 other captives. One individual might be who you're looking for. I've only seen him once, but he had a royal air about him. He had golden hair and only one eye. But I haven't seen him again since. I'm not even sure if he's in one of these cells. Please tell me you have a plan to get us out of here. They don't feed us much, and I'm not sure how much longer I have before my strength will no longer hold out."
Evendur nods to Vilihel to show that he understood. He dont want to say anything, so that the guard dont get the attention toward him. But before going in search of the aforementioned prisoner, he tries to give Vilihel something to eat without the duergar noticing.
There's a stirring in the cell next to the one Vilihel was caged in. Where just a moment before the cell had appeared dark and most likely empty, now a head of silvery white hair can be seen, grungy and matted with a couple of tattered braids, as the cell's occupant stirs from apparent sleep. Sensing the commotion in the cell block, she stands to her feet, allowing the dark grey and tattered blanket that had been covering her to fall to the floor. As the blanket falls, one could almost swear that the dim cell fills with a soft, seemingly sourceless otherworldly radiance.
The woman's stature and build, being just over six feet in height with a notably athletic frame and trim musculature, mark her as being Nordic in heritage, from the far off land of Shotald. She wears nothing but some tattered cloth garments that might once have been considered comfortable clothes suitable for traveling, but certainly don't resemble it now, and the various tears and holes in the fabric reveal that her skin is slightly pale without being white, and scattered with numerous runic glyphs and designs. Her face is sternly impassive, except for her eyes, which show a glimmer of curiosity at this newfound development in her captivity.
After a few moments of taking in what lies before her, she turns her gaze to Vilihel.
"Vili? What's going on?"
Her voice is strong, but cracked and ragged, as though in desperate need of some water.
"Our gracious benefactors are trying to make a sale," Vilihel responds, her voice full of spite. "I pity the fool who decides to try to bed you, dear Jorunn. I think they'll find they're biting off more than they can chew ... so to speak."
Jorunn's face goes from faintly curious to sternly dour in less than a second at the mention of "bedding" anyone, particular in the context of said individual(s) being bought or sold. For a brief moment her eyes almost seem to flare with a white flame.
"Aye," she responds brusquely, "t'would not be a wise attempt."
Her face softens briefly in a moment of concern as her gaze meets Vilihel's one exposed eye, realizing that the elven woman is in the corridor, not her cell.
"You...?"
She glares angrily at the unfamiliar human and half-elf, who she presumes are the 'buyers.'
Grimshock looks to Evendur and speaks
"I'll pick one, you pick another one of your liking."
and shouts towards the captives
"My associate and I are going to interview you one by one. We prefer some good looking ladies but you may show us your skills to impress us. We will only pick 2 persons, 1 for each of us. Don't lose hope if you are not picked, we will come back again next week."
While the interview is happening, he checks if any of them has connection to magic.
Arcana 18
Grimshock can detect powerful magic emanating from the halls and one of the duergar.
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Vilihel's head lifts as she hears Grimshock's shout. What new hell is this? she thinks. She stands, draping her long, brown hair over the left side of her face in a casual way, and walks toward the edge of her cell to get a better look. Her lithe frame is poorly covered in only what she had been wearing underneath her armor before it was stripped from her, exposing her copper-skinned forearms and hands, stomach, and legs from the thighs down. Her bare feet and the palms of her hands are black with grime. She catches sight of the warlock and narrows her one visible eye. A human? What are these fowl Duergar up to now?
Grimshock catches from the corner of his eyes an elf covered in grime locked in a cell. He looks at Evendur and mumbles to himself
"He's pretty handsome for a half-elf"
Then looks back again at the cell
"How about that elf. Maybe if we clean it up, give that person some decent clothes, it'll be pretty good looking. Problem with those elves, even the men are good looking"
mumbles to himself for a little while
"I'll take a gamble, it's 50/50 chance. Please don't be a trap, please don't be a trap, please don't be a trap..."
and talks to the nearest duergar and points toward the cell
"I'll take that person right over there."
Evendur also looks around. Is one of the other prisoners sticking out? Someone who looks different than the rest?
--- Regular ---
LmOP, OotA and CoS as DM ---- SKT: Diero Merivaldi (Variant Human Arcane Trickster - lvl6) ---- ToA: Erevan (Drow Half-Elf Hexblade - lvl2)
--- PbP ---
Into the Mists - CoS: Euron Dread (Glasya Tiefling Hunter - lvl1) --- The Labyrinth of the Goblin King: Grigor Marsk (Human War Wizard - lvl3)
"That one," grumbles Orikk. "She's not as pretty as you might think." Grimshock watches as Orikk looks at one of the guards and nods toward Vilihel. Vilihel backs up a few paces as the guard opens the cell and marches in. The Duergar grabs the elf by her upper arm, pulls her back toward the front of the cell, and uses its other hand to sweep across her head, pushing it to the side and moving her hair out of the way. Grimshock isn't sure what he's seeing. Along the elf's left cheek and beside her eye is some kind of pattern which extends up into what should be her hairline, but the hair on her temple is gone. A tattoo, maybe? Then he notices her ear — it suffers from some kind of deformity. It is mottled and — Grimshock would swear — shrunken. "Open your eyes and show him," Orikk commands. Vilihel, who had closed her eyes when her captor had pushed her head, slowly lifts her chin and opens her eyes to look at Grimshock. The color of the right eye, the one which hadn't been hidden by her hair, is a little hard to make out because of the low light. Grimshock estimates it is a mellow brown. Her left eye, however, is a bright gold. It is striking, yet off-putting. At first, Grimshock isn't completely sure why it makes him feel so uncomfortable, and then he notices the pupil: It is a vertical slit like an animal's. Not wanting to stare at what is so obviously making the elf uncomfortable, his eyes wander along the rest of her. This close, Grimshock can see a bruise near her mouth and several on her arms and stomach. "She's stubborn, this one," Orikk sneers. "We've had to tame her a little." He nods at the guard again and the Duergar exits the cell, giving Vilihel a little shove as he releases her arm. Vilihel smoothly pulls her hair forward again, hiding the left side of her face. She continues to stare at Grimshock as if trying to read his mind.
Grimshock's already wrinkled forehead from old age had increased another fold, his thinning gray hair feels like it's about to fall from stress, covers his face, sighs, and talks to himself.
"This is really an unlucky day. First, we got to meet a group of duergar we really can't say no, our gnome paladin just vanished into thin air, then we're forced to labor for a week or more, and now, when I thought this is my time to get a beautiful elf as a companion in our travels, we got a fierce looking one which will likely kill me if I offend her even slightly. And not even half a day has passed."
He calms himself and talks to Evendur
"May lady luck favor you. Mine just left me when I entered the underdark" as he sulks on a dark corner, drooping his head and lets out another deep sigh.
Vilihel sighs quietly as the human turns and walks away. She also turns away, walking back to her wall and sitting on the floor.
While standing on the dark corner, Grimshock casts Message towards the elf
"Don't look at my direction, just feign ignorance so the duergars think we hate each other. We came here to rescue some captives and maybe the kingdom of tarafas offer something in exchange.
From the time you came here, if you know someone important looking or a high ranking person, you can tell it to that half-elf over there so he can release it."
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Vilihel's head jerks at the human's sudden voice in her mind. She fights the urge to glance in his direction as she listens. "I have on occasional seen new captives being brought in," she responds quietly, turning to look toward the back of the cell and using her hand to cover her mouth discreetly. "And sometimes we're removed from our cells in order to perform menial tasks. By my count, there are 12 other captives. One individual might be who you're looking for. I've only seen him once, but he had a royal air about him. He had golden hair and only one eye. But I haven't seen him again since. I'm not even sure if he's in one of these cells. Please tell me you have a plan to get us out of here. They don't feed us much, and I'm not sure how much longer I have before my strength will no longer hold out."
Evendur nods to Vilihel to show that he understood. He dont want to say anything, so that the guard dont get the attention toward him. But before going in search of the aforementioned prisoner, he tries to give Vilihel something to eat without the duergar noticing.
Sleight of Hand 9
--- Regular ---
LmOP, OotA and CoS as DM ---- SKT: Diero Merivaldi (Variant Human Arcane Trickster - lvl6) ---- ToA: Erevan (Drow Half-Elf Hexblade - lvl2)
--- PbP ---
Into the Mists - CoS: Euron Dread (Glasya Tiefling Hunter - lvl1) --- The Labyrinth of the Goblin King: Grigor Marsk (Human War Wizard - lvl3)
Grimshock would like to try and take a good look at the duergar that has magic emanating from it.
Perception 12
Vilihel sees Evendur is having trouble and attempts to aid — sleight of hand: 13
Vilihel takes the food discretely. The duergar don't seem to notice - or care.
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PbP Character: Usmor Illiqai, Tomb of Corrosion
PbP Character: "Templar" Danver, You're the Villains
Homebrew stuff
There's a stirring in the cell next to the one Vilihel was caged in. Where just a moment before the cell had appeared dark and most likely empty, now a head of silvery white hair can be seen, grungy and matted with a couple of tattered braids, as the cell's occupant stirs from apparent sleep. Sensing the commotion in the cell block, she stands to her feet, allowing the dark grey and tattered blanket that had been covering her to fall to the floor. As the blanket falls, one could almost swear that the dim cell fills with a soft, seemingly sourceless otherworldly radiance.
The woman's stature and build, being just over six feet in height with a notably athletic frame and trim musculature, mark her as being Nordic in heritage, from the far off land of Shotald. She wears nothing but some tattered cloth garments that might once have been considered comfortable clothes suitable for traveling, but certainly don't resemble it now, and the various tears and holes in the fabric reveal that her skin is slightly pale without being white, and scattered with numerous runic glyphs and designs. Her face is sternly impassive, except for her eyes, which show a glimmer of curiosity at this newfound development in her captivity.
After a few moments of taking in what lies before her, she turns her gaze to Vilihel.
"Vili? What's going on?"
Her voice is strong, but cracked and ragged, as though in desperate need of some water.
"Our gracious benefactors are trying to make a sale," Vilihel responds, her voice full of spite. "I pity the fool who decides to try to bed you, dear Jorunn. I think they'll find they're biting off more than they can chew ... so to speak."
Jorunn's face goes from faintly curious to sternly dour in less than a second at the mention of "bedding" anyone, particular in the context of said individual(s) being bought or sold. For a brief moment her eyes almost seem to flare with a white flame.
"Aye," she responds brusquely, "t'would not be a wise attempt."
Her face softens briefly in a moment of concern as her gaze meets Vilihel's one exposed eye, realizing that the elven woman is in the corridor, not her cell."You...?"She glares angrily at the unfamiliar human and half-elf, who she presumes are the 'buyers.'
Edited to reflect actual situation.
OOC: Vilihel is in her cell.
Oh? I thought you were already let out of your cell after Grimshock picked you.