(OOC: Sorry for the posting delay. Had to finish up classes.)
Estrovel carefully eyes everyone, trying to spot out anything he could use as information. He has been doing that ever since he had bee captured. He's surprised they haven't killed him already, seeing as he is an elf and all that. He carefully takes mental notes about his captors and his fellow prisoners. He especially eyes the noisy human woman making a ruckus. Perhaps she may be of use to him as a form of distraction. But for now, Estrovel just watches and mumbles to himself.
"Day 3 of being prisoner and day 6 of my stay here in the Underdark. Sigh. I need to find a way out of here. I had managed to smuggle in a few feet of silk rope but there aren't any openings for me to use it. I may have to make one, but it'll be hard to do it alone. I need help. From anyone. Even the more... unstable ones."
Well, the woman with the... pleasing? music was dragged out. So much for that. Tarhun stood somewhere near the middle of the slave pit, hands held proudly on his hips. "Tyr will see us through, my friends!" They were all so quiet, speaking in hushed tones and whispers among each other. Tarhun wasn't having any of that. He wasn't quiet and they couldn't make him. "As the book says: 'Blessed are those with the virtue of ones own patience and confidence in ones own might.' Tyr 4:72." All he had to do was exude Tyr's teachings and he would see them through this mess, Tarhun was sure of it.
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Sura of the Shaltari - Level 2 Human Barbarian - Lost Mine of Phandelver Tarhun Delmirev - Level 1 Dragonborn Paladin - Out of the Abyss Gymgier Morigak - Level 2 Dwarf Cleric - The Guild DM - Storm King's Thunder
'I was so close, a day, maybe two and I would have found it. It was supposed to be empty, not a living soul. Maybe an animal or two, but definitely not an entire city.' Arric sat with his small halfling legs crossed, his newfound spider friend nestled between to stay out of sight. 'Now I have to deal with this, loud singing humans, a man of Tyr screaming, the humming, the heavy breathing, and by Deneir the sounds they make when they sleep. How many days has it been? 2...no 3, definitely 3 days ...right?' Arric tussled back and forth with the question in his mind as he opened his eyes and began looking over everyone in the cage. He wasn't the smallest, which was good, but he was near the bottom. If he knew anything from his time growing up in the city there would be someone who stepped forward and tried to take control of everyone. His money had been on the man who was now quoting Tyr, but now it was the Orc that caught his attention. 'Steer clear of him, let him dictate things and then if something goes down, use him as a shield. Otherwise just let everyone alone and find a place to simply slip past the guards during one of the inevitable riots...oh but what if they try to form an alliance with you? Cross that bridge when it comes...'
Arric watched the guards, he needed to find a time to escape with as little fight as possible. He might be able to take one on his own, but not more than that for sure.
Treston turns to Derendil and responds "Agreed. Yet we must take small risks, if we do nothing then we are all most certainly going to die....probably sooner than later. And this is not where I'll die. I will leave even if I have to kill all our captors to do it. Tell me you don't dream of escape as well."
Phineas Fop: you hear a knocking on the one room cell at three guards with crossbows open the door and grab you chains leading you out. One of them sneers “have fun in there, keep quiet and you don’t have to go back” they lead you back to the slave pen throwing you in roughly. When your thrown in you see the same assortment of people but one new thing a Highe elf (Mundis) taking your place in singing, you can’t tell if for herself or for the group.
Six days she had been here with this group and nothing to show for it but a handful of coins. The guards seemed to be vigilant and professional, most of the prisoners are quiet and distrustful, while some others seem to have had a break with reality at some point. Watching the girl get dragged off made her consider it as a possible means of escape, but she knew it would be suicide if she didn't have more information first and assistance from some of these others. She certain she was in the Underdark due to the look of the place and the presence of the drow guards. She had never planned on setting foot here herself, but she would make do and take advantage, she always did.
There were too many variables at play here, she needed to start small and work her way about to something resembling a plan of action. Speaking the dwarven scout in Dwarvish, she introduced herself and asked, "What do you know of this place? Those guards seemed well trained, it will take a concerted effort if we are to escape. We need a plan and to make one we need information. Have you noticed any vulnerabilities?"
As the scout replied she watched in closely to gauge his sincerity and competence.
Insight: 10
Eldeth Feldrun Looks at you responding “this place?” she looks around angrily “yeah I know about it, what of it I can’t trust anyone here, so what Business do you have of my information” she stops and looks at as if trying to test if you are someone she could trust. Your insight brings you to believe she knows something but is going to have too trust you
Well, the woman with the... pleasing? music was dragged out. So much for that. Tarhun stood somewhere near the middle of the slave pit, hands held proudly on his hips. "Tyr will see us through, my friends!" They were all so quiet, speaking in hushed tones and whispers among each other. Tarhun wasn't having any of that. He wasn't quiet and they couldn't make him. "As the book says: 'Blessed are those with the virtue of ones own patience and confidence in ones own might.' Tyr 4:72." All he had to do was exude Tyr's teachings and he would see them through this mess, Tarhun was sure of it.
You start speaking loudly a couple of minutes after the human is thrown back in, all characters hear a loud knocking one the door then a muffled voice “I’ll kill every single one of ya, shut up you’ll make here angry. And you don’t want that”
It seems all the characters are getting along with each other ok, but all of you know that Your captors include a cruel drow priestess who calls herself Mistress Ilvara of House Mizzrym. Over the past several days, you’ve met her several times, robed in silken garments and flanked by two male drow, one of whom has a mass of scars along one side of his face and neck. Mistress Ilvara likes to impress her will with scourge in hand and remind you that your life now belongs to her. All the prisoners know here and may try and act brave but what can one do when chained and imprisoned, with only the cruelest guards, and even some other prisoners.
Six days she had been here with this group and nothing to show for it but a handful of coins. The guards seemed to be vigilant and professional, most of the prisoners are quiet and distrustful, while some others seem to have had a break with reality at some point. Watching the girl get dragged off made her consider it as a possible means of escape, but she knew it would be suicide if she didn't have more information first and assistance from some of these others. She certain she was in the Underdark due to the look of the place and the presence of the drow guards. She had never planned on setting foot here herself, but she would make do and take advantage, she always did.
There were too many variables at play here, she needed to start small and work her way about to something resembling a plan of action. Speaking the dwarven scout in Dwarvish, she introduced herself and asked, "What do you know of this place? Those guards seemed well trained, it will take a concerted effort if we are to escape. We need a plan and to make one we need information. Have you noticed any vulnerabilities?"
As the scout replied she watched in closely to gauge his sincerity and competence.
Insight: 10
Eldeth Feldrun Looks at you responding “this place?” she looks around angrily “yeah I know about it, what of it I can’t trust anyone here, so what Business do you have of my information” she stops and looks at as if trying to test if you are someone she could trust. Your insight brings you to believe she knows something but is going to have too trust you
Still speaking in Dwarvish Kira replies, "We both know there's no getting out of here alone. Hell, even with the two of us we'd never make it past the guards like this," she says displaying her manacles. "We need two things: a plan and a team. But to get any of that we need to start with information and I'm betting you have some. You give me the information you have and I promise to do everything I can to get you out of here. It's what we both want, so let's get it done."
Xullraema picks off a bit of fleece from her clothes. As she casts minor illusion, a sign appears over one of the guards' head saying "STUPID".
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Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Mundis startled by the commotion, looked at the chains she confined by seeing if they were easy to break out of, sadly no they were not. Damn these monsters know there stuff when it comes to chains and binds, Mundis thought looking around. After thinking for a bit Mundis over heard Treston and decided to see if she could work with him in getting out, "Hey Treston?" Mundis whispered so the guards wouldn't hear her. "I might be able to help you with some information about this place, how about we work together?" Mundis waited for a reply hoping this could get her and hopefully some others out of this dreadful place.
Grailkic kept his eyes trained on the drow when they came into the cave, knowing he would need to keep quiet if he wanted to avoid standing out. Then again the gnome knew it mattered little if he did. He had heard the stories of how the cruel elves would simply torture other beings for no reason other then enjoying it. He longed to have his weapons and armor even if it would do little to help in his current situation. For now he would wait and try to come up with something, untrusting of the other prisoners that were not his own kind.
"We need a plan to escape this blasted cage. The drow hace no love for us and if we get out of here it is not so hard to imagine that they will work us to death or worse at the first chance they get." He said in his native language to the other three deep gnomes.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
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Seems like the guards didn't like Tarhun's boisterous nature. Well that was too bad! As he was about to launch in another tirade about the great glories of Tyr, he looked about him to the scattered prisoners about him. His hubris would get them all needlessly punished as well. And he did learn an important lesson recently about his own arrogance, after all, that was why he was here. "Perhaps another time then." He said, quieter than before. He watched as various conversations happened in languages he could not understand. Why were they being all secretive? Why not all work together? Why ask these questions to himself? "I, for one, do not wish to be a slave a moment longer, why do we not all talk? Why the secrecy? Surely none of us wish to be here, but by excluding others from the conversation, you doom yourself to failure."
OOC: Tarhun is attempted a persuasion check to get people to warm up to him a little. Persuasion: 13
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Sura of the Shaltari - Level 2 Human Barbarian - Lost Mine of Phandelver Tarhun Delmirev - Level 1 Dragonborn Paladin - Out of the Abyss Gymgier Morigak - Level 2 Dwarf Cleric - The Guild DM - Storm King's Thunder
Having seen Xullraema cast something he pulls her in close and says in Elven "Keep that to yourself. Your magical skill will be critical to our escape." After seeing the stupid pop up he lets a small smile come across his face. Upon hearing the dragonborn he says "The loud one who will probably get us all killed has a point. If we escape we will need the group to work together and communicate." He then turns to Mundis "And allies are most welcome. When we make our escape I think numbers will be critical to our survival. Tell me about yourself, do you have any particular skills that could prove useful? Have you learned anything useful so far?"
Xullraema picks off a bit of fleece from her clothes. As she casts minor illusion, a sign appears over one of the guards' head saying "STUPID".
Hmm thought I mentioned this the main pen you are kept in has a barrier that keeps out any magic so you can’t do that in the main pen sorry thought I mentioned it
"Yes I do have some useful skills, such as fire magic and the skill to deceive. I have yet to get items, but with my stealth and declivity I might be of use." Mundis reply's hoping its enough to convince Treston.
Phineas Fop: you hear a knocking on the one room cell at three guards with crossbows open the door and grab you chains leading you out. One of them sneers “have fun in there, keep quiet and you don’t have to go back” they lead you back to the slave pen throwing you in roughly. When your thrown in you see the same assortment of people but one new thing a Highe elf (Mundis) taking your place in singing, you can’t tell if for herself or for the group.
Phineas escorted by her three bohunks makes her triumphant return to the main slave pen, her arms shoot upward (as much as her shackles will allow, jingling) into the air at the imagined cheers and acclaim of her fellows, "hey hey, I'm back... miss me? Sure ya did! Oh for joy, for joy... you all missed a good time, they gave me the copper tour you know... the grand luminous pee-yellow waterfall... word of warning folks, don't drink from it. Oh and the pit of despair... kind of a letdown, the magic mushroom gardens, yum... you name and I seen it!"
[["I, for one, do not wish to be a slave a moment longer, why do we not all talk? Why the secrecy? Surely none of us wish to be here, but by excluding others from the conversation, you doom yourself to failure." OOC: Tarhun is attempted a persuasion check to get people to warm up to him a little. Persuasion: 9]]
After a wee bit, the one called Tarhun catches the Jester's eye, listening to him she smiles and walks over to him and dramatically throws her arms around him giving him a warm caring hug (as much as her shakles will allow anyway) and a Goblin kiss (three quick delicate sniffs to the side of the head near the ear), "ah poo bear, Phineas loves ya... don't let this lot get you down... look at em... introverted, troubled, hard-boiled, pessimistic, loners, professionals... they got reps to maintain, not easy being a bad boy, gawds love em!" Phineas pats his bum and turns and walks over towards the Drow Elf female (Xullraema) she had been eyeing earlier before so rudely being hauled off before they could speak and sits down beside her.
"Hubba, hubba, hubba, what do we have here... I have seen you before, right? The myconids... the spores... the mind meld, what a rush... wow... you were in my vision quest, kinda, sorta a flashback or maybe it was a flash-forward thingy, who knows, anyways... maybe you remember too, maybe not... I'm Phineas Fop, jester, minstrel, professional damsel in distress... a pleasure to meet you in the flesh. I must say, I do like the cut of your jib if ya know what I mean,"wink, wink.
Phineas suddenly without warning bursts into song and motions for Xullraema to join her in the bawdy-song as well as the other females in the cell.
Mundis suddenly looks at Phineas and puts on a serious face, "Be quiet, if your gonna sing do it quietly. The guards will hear you if you keep babbling like that. And while your at try and help us make a plan of escape." Mundis whispered bluntly trying to get her point across.
Kira had thought some semblance of an alliance was going to form until the guards brought the jester, she could think of her as nothing else despite her lack of motley, back in.
She then considered trying to get some information about from the girl, but doubted a song about pee waterfalls and magic fungus would be of any use.
Trying to recover some of solidarity the jester had so thoroughly destroyed, Kira addressed the room in Common, "We need more info before we stand of chance of getting out of here," she said, looking pointedly at the dwarven shield scout as she did, "until then we're just twiddling our thumbs." She must of imagined the emphasis she put on that last word.
"Does anyone have information we can use? All I know is that there are at least three guards, they are all well armed, and there's more prisoners here than just the ones in this cell."
(OOC: Sorry for the posting delay. Had to finish up classes.)
Estrovel carefully eyes everyone, trying to spot out anything he could use as information. He has been doing that ever since he had bee captured. He's surprised they haven't killed him already, seeing as he is an elf and all that. He carefully takes mental notes about his captors and his fellow prisoners. He especially eyes the noisy human woman making a ruckus. Perhaps she may be of use to him as a form of distraction. But for now, Estrovel just watches and mumbles to himself.
"Day 3 of being prisoner and day 6 of my stay here in the Underdark. Sigh. I need to find a way out of here. I had managed to smuggle in a few feet of silk rope but there aren't any openings for me to use it. I may have to make one, but it'll be hard to do it alone. I need help. From anyone. Even the more... unstable ones."
Well, the woman with the... pleasing? music was dragged out. So much for that. Tarhun stood somewhere near the middle of the slave pit, hands held proudly on his hips. "Tyr will see us through, my friends!" They were all so quiet, speaking in hushed tones and whispers among each other. Tarhun wasn't having any of that. He wasn't quiet and they couldn't make him. "As the book says: 'Blessed are those with the virtue of ones own patience and confidence in ones own might.' Tyr 4:72." All he had to do was exude Tyr's teachings and he would see them through this mess, Tarhun was sure of it.
Sura of the Shaltari - Level 2 Human Barbarian - Lost Mine of Phandelver
Tarhun Delmirev - Level 1 Dragonborn Paladin - Out of the Abyss
Gymgier Morigak - Level 2 Dwarf Cleric - The Guild
DM - Storm King's Thunder
'I was so close, a day, maybe two and I would have found it. It was supposed to be empty, not a living soul. Maybe an animal or two, but definitely not an entire city.' Arric sat with his small halfling legs crossed, his newfound spider friend nestled between to stay out of sight. 'Now I have to deal with this, loud singing humans, a man of Tyr screaming, the humming, the heavy breathing, and by Deneir the sounds they make when they sleep. How many days has it been? 2...no 3, definitely 3 days ...right?' Arric tussled back and forth with the question in his mind as he opened his eyes and began looking over everyone in the cage. He wasn't the smallest, which was good, but he was near the bottom. If he knew anything from his time growing up in the city there would be someone who stepped forward and tried to take control of everyone. His money had been on the man who was now quoting Tyr, but now it was the Orc that caught his attention. 'Steer clear of him, let him dictate things and then if something goes down, use him as a shield. Otherwise just let everyone alone and find a place to simply slip past the guards during one of the inevitable riots...oh but what if they try to form an alliance with you? Cross that bridge when it comes...'
Arric watched the guards, he needed to find a time to escape with as little fight as possible. He might be able to take one on his own, but not more than that for sure.
Treston turns to Derendil and responds "Agreed. Yet we must take small risks, if we do nothing then we are all most certainly going to die....probably sooner than later. And this is not where I'll die. I will leave even if I have to kill all our captors to do it. Tell me you don't dream of escape as well."
Phineas Fop: you hear a knocking on the one room cell at three guards with crossbows open the door and grab you chains leading you out. One of them sneers “have fun in there, keep quiet and you don’t have to go back” they lead you back to the slave pen throwing you in roughly. When your thrown in you see the same assortment of people but one new thing a Highe elf (Mundis) taking your place in singing, you can’t tell if for herself or for the group.
It seems all the characters are getting along with each other ok, but all of you know that Your captors include a cruel drow priestess who calls herself Mistress Ilvara of House Mizzrym. Over the past several days, you’ve met her several times, robed in silken garments and flanked by two male drow, one of whom has a mass of scars along one side of his face and neck. Mistress Ilvara likes to impress her will with scourge in hand and remind you that your life now belongs to her. All the prisoners know here and may try and act brave but what can one do when chained and imprisoned, with only the cruelest guards, and even some other prisoners.
(OOC do we have a sense of what time of day it is since we have been there for a few days?)
Xullraema picks off a bit of fleece from her clothes. As she casts minor illusion, a sign appears over one of the guards' head saying "STUPID".
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Mundis startled by the commotion, looked at the chains she confined by seeing if they were easy to break out of, sadly no they were not. Damn these monsters know there stuff when it comes to chains and binds, Mundis thought looking around. After thinking for a bit Mundis over heard Treston and decided to see if she could work with him in getting out, "Hey Treston?" Mundis whispered so the guards wouldn't hear her. "I might be able to help you with some information about this place, how about we work together?" Mundis waited for a reply hoping this could get her and hopefully some others out of this dreadful place.
Grailkic kept his eyes trained on the drow when they came into the cave, knowing he would need to keep quiet if he wanted to avoid standing out. Then again the gnome knew it mattered little if he did. He had heard the stories of how the cruel elves would simply torture other beings for no reason other then enjoying it. He longed to have his weapons and armor even if it would do little to help in his current situation. For now he would wait and try to come up with something, untrusting of the other prisoners that were not his own kind.
"We need a plan to escape this blasted cage. The drow hace no love for us and if we get out of here it is not so hard to imagine that they will work us to death or worse at the first chance they get." He said in his native language to the other three deep gnomes.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Seems like the guards didn't like Tarhun's boisterous nature. Well that was too bad! As he was about to launch in another tirade about the great glories of Tyr, he looked about him to the scattered prisoners about him. His hubris would get them all needlessly punished as well. And he did learn an important lesson recently about his own arrogance, after all, that was why he was here. "Perhaps another time then." He said, quieter than before. He watched as various conversations happened in languages he could not understand. Why were they being all secretive? Why not all work together? Why ask these questions to himself? "I, for one, do not wish to be a slave a moment longer, why do we not all talk? Why the secrecy? Surely none of us wish to be here, but by excluding others from the conversation, you doom yourself to failure."
OOC: Tarhun is attempted a persuasion check to get people to warm up to him a little. Persuasion: 13
Sura of the Shaltari - Level 2 Human Barbarian - Lost Mine of Phandelver
Tarhun Delmirev - Level 1 Dragonborn Paladin - Out of the Abyss
Gymgier Morigak - Level 2 Dwarf Cleric - The Guild
DM - Storm King's Thunder
Having seen Xullraema cast something he pulls her in close and says in Elven "Keep that to yourself. Your magical skill will be critical to our escape." After seeing the stupid pop up he lets a small smile come across his face. Upon hearing the dragonborn he says "The loud one who will probably get us all killed has a point. If we escape we will need the group to work together and communicate." He then turns to Mundis "And allies are most welcome. When we make our escape I think numbers will be critical to our survival. Tell me about yourself, do you have any particular skills that could prove useful? Have you learned anything useful so far?"
"Yes I do have some useful skills, such as fire magic and the skill to deceive. I have yet to get items, but with my stealth and declivity I might be of use." Mundis reply's hoping its enough to convince Treston.
[["I, for one, do not wish to be a slave a moment longer, why do we not all talk? Why the secrecy? Surely none of us wish to be here, but by excluding others from the conversation, you doom yourself to failure." OOC: Tarhun is attempted a persuasion check to get people to warm up to him a little. Persuasion: 9]]
After a wee bit, the one called Tarhun catches the Jester's eye, listening to him she smiles and walks over to him and dramatically throws her arms around him giving him a warm caring hug (as much as her shakles will allow anyway) and a Goblin kiss (three quick delicate sniffs to the side of the head near the ear), "ah poo bear, Phineas loves ya... don't let this lot get you down... look at em... introverted, troubled, hard-boiled, pessimistic, loners, professionals... they got reps to maintain, not easy being a bad boy, gawds love em!" Phineas pats his bum and turns and walks over towards the Drow Elf female (Xullraema) she had been eyeing earlier before so rudely being hauled off before they could speak and sits down beside her.
"Hubba, hubba, hubba, what do we have here... I have seen you before, right? The myconids... the spores... the mind meld, what a rush... wow... you were in my vision quest, kinda, sorta a flashback or maybe it was a flash-forward thingy, who knows, anyways... maybe you remember too, maybe not... I'm Phineas Fop, jester, minstrel, professional damsel in distress... a pleasure to meet you in the flesh. I must say, I do like the cut of your jib if ya know what I mean," wink, wink.
Phineas suddenly without warning bursts into song and motions for Xullraema to join her in the bawdy-song as well as the other females in the cell.
Mundis suddenly looks at Phineas and puts on a serious face, "Be quiet, if your gonna sing do it quietly. The guards will hear you if you keep babbling like that. And while your at try and help us make a plan of escape." Mundis whispered bluntly trying to get her point across.
Kira had thought some semblance of an alliance was going to form until the guards brought the jester, she could think of her as nothing else despite her lack of motley, back in.
She then considered trying to get some information about from the girl, but doubted a song about pee waterfalls and magic fungus would be of any use.
Trying to recover some of solidarity the jester had so thoroughly destroyed, Kira addressed the room in Common, "We need more info before we stand of chance of getting out of here," she said, looking pointedly at the dwarven shield scout as she did, "until then we're just twiddling our thumbs." She must of imagined the emphasis she put on that last word.
"Does anyone have information we can use? All I know is that there are at least three guards, they are all well armed, and there's more prisoners here than just the ones in this cell."