An olive-skinned human-appearing woman with light green, almost yellow eyes paces back and forth restlessly. She has long dark hair pulled back in a braid down her back. She is dressed in a loose brown tunic, but you can see she is wearing a chain shirt underneath for armor, and leather pants with sturdy boots that look like they have seen many a mile.
She wears a longsword at her hip, and a shield is strapped over her backpack, which is over a dark cloak with a hood.
Her eyes flick back and forth, looking at you. "I am Alessa"she says, her voice just a touch sibilant.
A black and dark green scaled Argonian with two larger horns above his brow and smaller horns ridged along the sides of his head appears annoyed and watches his surroundings carefully. He wears dark leathers, dyed mostly black with some dark reds for accent, he has on leather gloves and boots as well matching in color with his armor, and has a black hood that is down at the moment.
He wears a short sword on his hip, a couple of daggers strapped to the lower part of his back and a shortbow, quiver and backpack on his back.
He inspects the others around him, looking at them with an air of suspicion. "I am Stalks-In-Shadows." he says to the others, he speaks with a touch of sibilance as well.
Somewhere between pale and olive green, scarred from battle, shirtless, & adorned with tribal markings that designate Orcish service and ancestry, this hulk of an orc? Half-Orc? Clearly gets his size from the Orc side of the family - He's clearly made for a front line. His fangs clearly jutt out and up from his lower jaw. He doesn't seem like he'd hesitate to use them in a fight.
His eyes are all black, as is his hair, a shaggy black mohawk of dreadlocks that are often pulled back. He's wearing what 'used' to resemble leather travelling pants and a pair of sturdy, but well-worn boots. There are wraps made of leather around his wrists. Probably for support of some kind, or just decoration. If one were to inspect closely, there are a a couple of notches on the left one.
His Glaive is slung across his back with leather straps and hand axes adorn his hips. Most of his other gear often contained in a sack slung across his massive shoulders.
He folds his arms and gives a little self-satisfied smirk as he leans against the wall. "This ought to be fun. Durgax. Everyone just calls me Durg. The less syllables you have to yell, the better."He follows his words with a hearty chuckle.
A dark green Argonian with an orange crest stands uneasily by the window, looking apprehensively around the room and at the wall, drumming their fingers on their knotted wooden staff, which has animal and plant designs carved around it. They're wearing simple leather baggy trousers and a leather strap diagonally across their torso, from which hang a sickle and various herbs, have a shield slung over their back, a sickle at their waist, and are wearing the top half of an alligator skull like a hat. They say with a hiss, "I'm Teryn. Nice to meet you all."
You all awaken in a single cell, barred with cold steel, with nothing but rags on your person. You look around and see four chests, brimming with your gear. Outside your stone cell, a demon humanoid with skin the color of cold death paces back and forth. You can hear the screams of other prisoners in this horrid place. You can tell you're very far away from home.
I assume you grab your gear and introduce yourselves. What would you like to do afterwards?
Also, a full disclaimer, since this happened with my other campaign (that rob was in, actually)
I will try to respond as fast as possible, but there is no need for you to do the same. Take your time with things, or rush right in to it, either works. If people don't respond in 3 days after my or their most recent response, I will check in. I will check my messages daily at 9 pm EST for a sure response. If I do not respond for 3 days, it means that I had real life things to do and it slipped my mind. If I am caught up in such things, I will take a moment to mention it, and will check back as soon as possible.
OK, there's the disclaimer. What do you want to do?
After I get my gear, I'd like to feel around the walls for any weak points or if there's any windows/barred windows in this cell. Maybe test a bar or two with a good solid pull. Keeping a lookout for that demon.
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Stalks-In-Shadows will observe the others at first and see what they do. As he sees Alessa attempt the lock without any luck he will approach and take out his own thieves tools.
OK you successfully pick the lock. As you do so, a large, blond woman with a two handed battleaxe runs up and cleaves the guard.
"Hey, are you all OK? Most people don't keep their sanity when they come here." She takes a quick look at you all. "The name's Lyris. Lyris Titanborn. And I'm gonna help you guys out of here. Because if there's any chance of escape, it's with me."
Durg, you no longer need to make the above checks.
"Oh, of course. I thought it was obvious you were in prison, but you do need some answers. You are in Coldharbour, a plane of Oblivion where everything is cold flame. Essentially a colder, darker, more hellish Hell. You were imprisoned in the name of Molag Bal, the Daedric God of Domination and Brutality. And, to be completely frank, you're dead. Assassinated somehow. Just like everyone here."
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Teryn adopts a defensive stance, raising their shield in front of them. Flaming energy begins to accumulate on their staff. They cast produce flame, ready it to attack if Lyric attacks us, and say "Ok, and why exactly should we believe that you're getting us out, we don't know you, you're a random stranger in a random dungeon that doesn't exactly seem friendly, for all we know the guard you just killed was trying to get us out and you're taking us to where those screams are coming from." They do their best to get the measure of this new visitor.
You can't see anything suspicious about her stance. She puts her battleaxe away and says "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm not a demon, which is more than I can say for this Dremora. I want to escape here too, but I can't do it alone. I need your help, mostly because the rest of the inhabitants here have lost their minds. But I can also see something about you. Something different. I don't know what it is, but I'm trusting my gut."
Teryn lowers their staff and shield, and says, slightly warily, "Okay, you know what, we do need someone to get us out of here. I may not completely trust you, but I do want out of this place. I, for one, am in."
Stalks-In-Shadows look to the others, he think to himself that he does not like hearing that he was assassinated, as that is exactly what he was trained to do.
"I will follow as well, but be warned, if I suspect any ill intent I will not hesitate to drive a blade into your heart."
Gripping glaive firmly in hand, "Dead, huh? Well, not if I have anything to say about it. Lead on Lyris, if you know the way." Durg lets this go on, but his eyes are darting everywhere checking for guards or changes in Lyris' behavior.
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This is where the campaign Soulless in Coldharbour will start. Introduce yourselves
An olive-skinned human-appearing woman with light green, almost yellow eyes paces back and forth restlessly. She has long dark hair pulled back in a braid down her back. She is dressed in a loose brown tunic, but you can see she is wearing a chain shirt underneath for armor, and leather pants with sturdy boots that look like they have seen many a mile.
She wears a longsword at her hip, and a shield is strapped over her backpack, which is over a dark cloak with a hood.
Her eyes flick back and forth, looking at you. "I am Alessa" she says, her voice just a touch sibilant.
A black and dark green scaled Argonian with two larger horns above his brow and smaller horns ridged along the sides of his head appears annoyed and watches his surroundings carefully. He wears dark leathers, dyed mostly black with some dark reds for accent, he has on leather gloves and boots as well matching in color with his armor, and has a black hood that is down at the moment.
He wears a short sword on his hip, a couple of daggers strapped to the lower part of his back and a shortbow, quiver and backpack on his back.
He inspects the others around him, looking at them with an air of suspicion. "I am Stalks-In-Shadows." he says to the others, he speaks with a touch of sibilance as well.
Somewhere between pale and olive green, scarred from battle, shirtless, & adorned with tribal markings that designate Orcish service and ancestry, this hulk of an orc? Half-Orc? Clearly gets his size from the Orc side of the family - He's clearly made for a front line. His fangs clearly jutt out and up from his lower jaw. He doesn't seem like he'd hesitate to use them in a fight.
His eyes are all black, as is his hair, a shaggy black mohawk of dreadlocks that are often pulled back. He's wearing what 'used' to resemble leather travelling pants and a pair of sturdy, but well-worn boots. There are wraps made of leather around his wrists. Probably for support of some kind, or just decoration. If one were to inspect closely, there are a a couple of notches on the left one.
His Glaive is slung across his back with leather straps and hand axes adorn his hips. Most of his other gear often contained in a sack slung across his massive shoulders.
He folds his arms and gives a little self-satisfied smirk as he leans against the wall. "This ought to be fun. Durgax. Everyone just calls me Durg. The less syllables you have to yell, the better." He follows his words with a hearty chuckle.
A dark green Argonian with an orange crest stands uneasily by the window, looking apprehensively around the room and at the wall, drumming their fingers on their knotted wooden staff, which has animal and plant designs carved around it. They're wearing simple leather baggy trousers and a leather strap diagonally across their torso, from which hang a sickle and various herbs, have a shield slung over their back, a sickle at their waist, and are wearing the top half of an alligator skull like a hat. They say with a hiss, "I'm Teryn. Nice to meet you all."
Alright, let's set the scene:
You all awaken in a single cell, barred with cold steel, with nothing but rags on your person. You look around and see four chests, brimming with your gear. Outside your stone cell, a demon humanoid with skin the color of cold death paces back and forth. You can hear the screams of other prisoners in this horrid place. You can tell you're very far away from home.
I assume you grab your gear and introduce yourselves. What would you like to do afterwards?
Also, a full disclaimer, since this happened with my other campaign (that rob was in, actually)
I will try to respond as fast as possible, but there is no need for you to do the same. Take your time with things, or rush right in to it, either works. If people don't respond in 3 days after my or their most recent response, I will check in. I will check my messages daily at 9 pm EST for a sure response. If I do not respond for 3 days, it means that I had real life things to do and it slipped my mind. If I am caught up in such things, I will take a moment to mention it, and will check back as soon as possible.
OK, there's the disclaimer. What do you want to do?
ok cool, yeah im gonna go look through the bars into the hallway, see what i can see
After I get my gear, I'd like to feel around the walls for any weak points or if there's any windows/barred windows in this cell. Maybe test a bar or two with a good solid pull. Keeping a lookout for that demon.
If Alessa's thieves' tools are in her chest, she will attempt to pick the lock of the cell
DEX ability roll with proficiency 9.
Alessa, you are unable to pick the lock, but you go unnoticed.
Durg, make a stealth check, followed by a strength check
Teryn, you can see a hallway made of the stone your cell is made of, and crawling with beasties.
Stalks-In-Shadows will observe the others at first and see what they do. As he sees Alessa attempt the lock without any luck he will approach and take out his own thieves tools.
"Let me try as well"
DEX ability roll with proficiency 18
OK you successfully pick the lock. As you do so, a large, blond woman with a two handed battleaxe runs up and cleaves the guard.
"Hey, are you all OK? Most people don't keep their sanity when they come here." She takes a quick look at you all. "The name's Lyris. Lyris Titanborn. And I'm gonna help you guys out of here. Because if there's any chance of escape, it's with me."
Durg, you no longer need to make the above checks.
What's your response?
Stalks-In-Shadows will put away his thieves tools and cautiously draw his short sword and a dagger.
"Perhaps you would care to tell us where exactly we are and what we are escaping from first?"
"Oh, of course. I thought it was obvious you were in prison, but you do need some answers. You are in Coldharbour, a plane of Oblivion where everything is cold flame. Essentially a colder, darker, more hellish Hell. You were imprisoned in the name of Molag Bal, the Daedric God of Domination and Brutality. And, to be completely frank, you're dead. Assassinated somehow. Just like everyone here."
Teryn adopts a defensive stance, raising their shield in front of them. Flaming energy begins to accumulate on their staff. They cast produce flame, ready it to attack if Lyric attacks us, and say "Ok, and why exactly should we believe that you're getting us out, we don't know you, you're a random stranger in a random dungeon that doesn't exactly seem friendly, for all we know the guard you just killed was trying to get us out and you're taking us to where those screams are coming from." They do their best to get the measure of this new visitor.
Insight check: 7
You can't see anything suspicious about her stance. She puts her battleaxe away and says "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm not a demon, which is more than I can say for this Dremora. I want to escape here too, but I can't do it alone. I need your help, mostly because the rest of the inhabitants here have lost their minds. But I can also see something about you. Something different. I don't know what it is, but I'm trusting my gut."
Teryn lowers their staff and shield, and says, slightly warily, "Okay, you know what, we do need someone to get us out of here. I may not completely trust you, but I do want out of this place. I, for one, am in."
Stalks-In-Shadows look to the others, he think to himself that he does not like hearing that he was assassinated, as that is exactly what he was trained to do.
"I will follow as well, but be warned, if I suspect any ill intent I will not hesitate to drive a blade into your heart."
Gripping glaive firmly in hand, "Dead, huh? Well, not if I have anything to say about it. Lead on Lyris, if you know the way." Durg lets this go on, but his eyes are darting everywhere checking for guards or changes in Lyris' behavior.