... She then looks around at the others to see if anyone appears to be understanding the words. (Insight: 24)
Khessa is apparently hopless and submissive, pretending not to be interested at all in the conversation, but with her attention to details (OOC: Gratz! 24...) Katryl understands that the blonde warrior is actually listening intently to what the two say (she knows undercommon).
The prisoners all seem intent on trying hear from Jorlan is saying with a range of mixed expressions, although none look displeased.
"What do you care?" Jorlan mutters back. "Yes, or no. If yes, I will come back at the guard shift shortly before your work shift and leave your door unlocked. What you do after that is none of my concern."
(I believe they're speaking in the Drow language, not Undercommon.)
Ebzer sees his suspicions all but confirmed as Traydark and Jorlan engage in whispered conversation through the iron bars. Are they laying some sort of trap? That makes no sense, we are already prisoners, and they could kill us easily if they wanted... No, no trap, more likely Traydark is trying to betray the rest of us in order to secure his own freedom. Well, we'll see about that.
The duergar moves closer to Traydark after he finishes conversing with Jorlan. He will attempt to disguise his true feelings, working hard to approximate a smile on his face, although it actually just looks like he is trying not to sneeze. "Er... hello," he says, haltingly in his broken Common. "Um... you seems all right, fer a drow. You mind if I sit over here fer a spell? I figger I need to learn a thing er two 'bout you people if'n we're gonna be trapped here. Mebbe you can help me unnerstan' this place better."
(I believe they're speaking in the Drow language, not Undercommon.)
(OOC: ??? Drow language is undercommon, I believe! Or I'm wrong? Do they have another language of their own?)
'I still suspect that he may want to eliminate us after the escape...' Khessa thinks 'Maybe waiting for us with some soldiers just outside the outpost, to play the role of the savior of the situation. I'd almost like us to tell him something diplomatic, like 'no, vermin, feel free to go back to take the next whipping from your mistress, since you think we need you more than you need us'. Then let Katryl try to pick the locks of the chains and the door; I bet she can do it, given enough time. But I leave it to Traydark to negotiate... If he agrees to his proposal, we just need to be very careful just outside the outpost. We should be able to escape even in case of ambush, if all together and fully equipped'.
Silas says to Katryl, "It was simple enough to get up there and back, but I could find no clues as to which of the boxes contained our gear. Nor was there anything laid out that I could grab. I'm afraid the scheme was fruitless. However, you were brilliant. Your distraction was well-done. If the dark elves were just a little less efficient, I'm sure the escapade would have been a great success."
Seeing the two dark elves quietly conversing, he asks Katryl, "What do you think they are up to? Do you think they'll ask Sarith to join them?"
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Traydark tries to determine if he was right about Jorlan's motives for helping them or if he is just trying to set some kind of trap for them.
Insight: 5
At Jorlan's demeaning response the noble drow sighs and reverts to undercommon. "Yes, you can count on us leaving this place, but if you try to trick us I will make sure your former mistress will know all about your involvement in our escape."Traydark says with a cold stare of his purple eyes.
Intimidation: 8
Assuming Jorlan leaves and that the duergar comes closer, stretching his chains but not quite making it to the drow. ;-) To say the noble drow is suspicious of this sudden change in attitude towards him would be an immense understatement. "Of course, I am at your service, was there anything in specific you wanted me to teach you?" He says, politely playing along with the charade.
Katryl nods to Silas, disappointed that it didn't work.
To his comment regarding the drow, she whispers, "Odd Traydark starts speaking some strange tongue to this drow. He is perhaps in league with him, though I'm not sure to what purpose. Sarith? Not sure."
Ebzer looks panicked for just an instant. "Teach me? Oh, uh... well, I doesn't really understand 'bout how the politics and the religion work. Are the priestesses in charge? Or do ya have kings 'n queens, too? Like this Ilvara... is she an aristycrat or more like a holy woman ye have ta obey?"
You see some of the other prisoners beginning to lay down or sit back and attempt to rest once Jorlan leaves. He quips once more discreetly, "Next shift," before he leaves, letting you all settle down as you wish for a while until it is time for the next shift.
(again, feel free to finish your rp before moving on)
Whether you choose to sleep, meditate or the like, after you've closed your eyes:
Your minds are filled with strange dreams and disturbing images. Dark shadows seem to move and reach out toward them as the characters wander lost through endless mazes of tunnels. Oily tentacles slide to brush up against them, while a great buzzing and howling rises in the distance. Suppurating wounds burst open in clouds of spores or crawling masses of maggots or insects. It is strange and disturbing enough to make you wake up breathing hard in a cold sweat.
(OOC: OK, from what we decided about drow languages, then, Khessa did not understand what Traydark and Jorlan said)
As Traydark switches back to undercommon, his words surprise and worry Khessa. As soon as Jorlan leaves, the blonde warrior asks the captive drow: "Traydark... what does that mean? You told him 'he can count on us leaving this place?' I understand that he still has the signs of the scourge of his loving Mistress Ilvara on him, but... why did you tell him we want to escape? Do you think he intends to join us? Or... why?"
The bewilderment is evident on the tall adventurer's face... In part, she always knew there was a possibility that Traydark would betray them... even though she hoped not. Khessa loves freedom and free will so much, that, getting to know Traydark a bit, she had hoped that even a drow (especially a drow in particular?), thanks to his free will, perhaps aided by circumstances, could come to behave like a good person. And instead... this?
But maybe Traydark hasn't just betrayed them... It would have been incredibly stupid, to do it that way, speaking in an understandable way at the end and then staying in their midst, with the dwarf probably waiting for nothing more than the slightest reason to kill him with his bare hands. And Traydark is by no means a fool, Khessa is well aware of this. No, things are probably not what they seem. Now Traydark will explain...
Blue eyes in which the light of hope still shines do not lose sight of the drow for a single moment, awaiting clarification: "I know you are no fool, so you must have had a good reason; why did you tell him about this?"
"We have tiered noble houses and matriarchs, but also a clergy...are you not from Gracklstugh? I thought the duergar was quite aware of our structure of governance."Traydark says with a frown, trying to determine if the deep dwarf is trying to make himself seem more ignorant than he already is of what should be common knowledge among the people of the underdark.
"Jorlan just offered us an opportunity to escape by leaving our cell door open at the next shift. I was trying to determine whether he is trying to trick us but I sense we are more likely to escape by this help than anyone picking all our locks with a fork, with all respect." The noble drow says, bowing and smiling politely at Katryl. "There is still a risk Jorlan is trying to set us up, but knowing the drow my assessment is that he does this to either make his former mistress look unfavourably on her new lover or to make her lose command of this outpost. I demanded that he would assist us with retrieving our property..." He says, looking at the others in turn. "...if we were to do what he suggested, but it doesn't seem a former noble's word carry much weight in here."He says grimly. "I'm not opposed to trying to escape before the next shift but if we're not out of this prison by then, I at least will take my chances with Jorlan's offer." He says firmly, then leaning back against the cave wall.
Khessa is visibly reassured by Traydark's words: "Thanks for the explanation, so it actually makes sense. And at this point I also think we should act as you said: let's try to escape, without waiting for Jorlan. So, if he intends to set up a trap for us, by escaping first we will catch him by surprise. But if we fail to escape sooner, then we might as well escape when he opens the door! More so because the drow, in total, are nineteen" reflects the blonde warrior, clearly thrilled by the prospect of being able to counterattack. "If Jorlan sets a trap, he will have with him at maximum a handful of faithful, certainly not all the military force of the outpost. We are fifteen. Almost as many as them. Before we leave, we will recover our belongings, which if I understand correctly are in the nearest stalactite room, in which there are only a handful of guards. Fifteen of us and all armed, I trust that we will be able to get by even in case of trap".
"One fundamental recommendation" the blue-eyed woman looks the prisoners in the eye one by one. "What are they teaching you, our dear hosts?" the sarcasm of the last two words is clear "They are more numerous than us (although not by much). They are equipped, while we are not. They have us in their hands. But we are about to be able to escape under their noses and perhaps even leave them our thanks for what they have done to us. How is it possible that we are succeeding? Well, we are succeeding because they are divided! Ilvara who displeases Jorlam, Jorlam who plots against Ilvara and who knows how many other small machinations animate this outpost . We must know better. We must not concede any advantages. We must not be divided. As long as we are not safe (and by 'safe' I don't just mean out of the outpost, but much more safe, far, far away from here) we must forget all differences among us. We are no longer drow, duergar, human and I don't know what else. We are fugitives. With a big bad end that awaits us if we are caught. There are no enemies among us. The enemies are the others. Nobody of us betrays one of us. Nobody of us cripples one of us. We all work together. If one of us forgets this, he puts everyone in danger. And we'll all make sure he doesn't get a second chance to forget it. It's the only way we have to be reasonably sure we can break out of here and survive. And I definitely want to break out and survive" she smiles and winks. "I hope you all also do!"
"And now, if we all agree, this is how I would do it:" begins explaining the tall adventurer "Katryl tries to improvise a lockpick with her fork and picks the locks of the chains. I and anyone who feels strong enough (maybe Ebzer? Ront?) try in the meantime to directly break the chains instead, with brute force".
"When we get rid of the chains," Khessa goes on "we can keep them as an improvised weapon, until we retrieve ours. Katryl then tries to pick the lock of the door. If she succeeds before Jorlam gets there, so much the better. If not, he'll open it for us".
"When we are outside the door, we swarm the stalagmite room that contains our belongings, trying to eliminate the few guards before they can raise the alarm. If they rasie the alarm... well, any of us, with magic, can destroy the bridge of ropes connecting the stalagmite room with the rest of the outpost? It is a rope and wood bridge, a cutting weapon would probably suffice, but we will not have it at first. The fire should work well against wood and rope..." puts a finger to his lips as he reflects the blonde warrior "Does anyone know how to conjure fire by magic? If not, at worst, we will barricade ourselves inside. In the meantime we will recover our things".
The tall adventurer catches her breath for a moment, then continues: "To exit the outpost, we dive into the lake below. There are cobwebs between us and the lake. Even cobwebs burn well... so, if someone has fire spells, I think we can burn a hole in them, so that we can dive without risking getting entangled. If not, we'll take the risk, maybe throwing furniture first to see if we can break through them. Apparently, there's a monster in the lake below. So, before we dive in, we throw the bodies of the killed guards. This way, if we're lucky, the monster stops to eat them... instead of trying to eat us".
"Let's swim out of the lake, run for the nearer exit" concludes the blue-eyed woman "and that's it".
"Does anyone see difficulties? Something to change? Or do you have improvements to propose?" looks again the prisoners one by one Khessa, smiling confidently "Feel free to speak up... Contributing to the plan is in fact our first way of collaborating. Else, if we have nothing to change... let's get this party started!"
Once Jorlan has gone, Katryl starts to work on modifying the fork to work as a lockpick. (Hopefully 10 STR makes her strong enough to bend the tines. Then DEX Check for the attempt: 12).
As she works, she listens to Khessa's rather lengthy talk, shaking her head. "Foolish to think Traydark didn't pass some info to Jorlan with that little secret message of his," she mutters under her breath to Eldath and Silas, if he's still nearby.
(@Culuril I think STR 10 will be enough, but if not then Khesa will bend the tines under Katryl's instructions.)
(@DM: for the checks to break chains of pick locks... we have enough time to try until we get a 20? So you can simply tell us if we eventually succeed - if 20+mod is enough - or not? Or do you prefer that we effectively do the rolls for the many tries and retries?)
Katryl, while you are able to bend the few tines of the fork, it proves to be unsuitable for picking the locks. You also feel a sudden wave of heavy lethargy wash over you, the act of trying to pick the lock really taking it out of you. (You cannot attempt this again until you finish a long rest)
Eldeth nods a bit,"Tellin' ya it be hard to fully trust any of these dark ones. But if they have a way to escape I'd rather die tryin' than somethin' else they might have planned."
Frustrated, Katryl slumps to the ground. "It's not working! No way I'll unchain everyone." She continues shaking her head for a few moments. "I mean, big deal, Jorlan leaves the door unlocked. We'll all still be chained."
...N.B. Inside the cell you are shackled at hands and neck, each requiring separate checks And as you see above, you get one failure per long rest.
(Did not know of such a rule about checks... At fist glance seems so puniishing... But oh, well, whether it's a rule I didn't know of, or it's a specific rule for this part of the book, or you're houseruling this, so be it; your game, your rules)
Frustrated, Katryl slumps to the ground. "It's not working! No way I'll unchain everyone." She continues shaking her head for a few moments. "I mean, big deal, Jorlan leaves the door unlocked. We'll all still be chained."
"Let's not lose give up hope at the first difficulty, Katryl" Khessa encourages her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "What we are trying is not easy. We will also try to break the chains by force. And if we fail, yes, Jorlan will leave us chained, the bastard, yes, but then we will simply attack the chained stalagmite chamber all the same. We will fight worse, but we have numerical superiority. We will kill the guards anyway and with their keys we will free ourselves from the chains".
Khessa first tries to break the chains of her neck. She asks for assistance by one other prisoner, so that they can pull together and she can roll with advantage: 23
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
(I did a strength check; if it could have been an Athletics check, since Khessa is proficient, it would have been 2 more, so 25 instead of 23)
In the hope this is a success, she then tries to break the chains of her hands (if it was a failure ingore this roll, of course - as before, rolling strength check, if can be Athletics is 2 more then that): 10
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Khessa is apparently hopless and submissive, pretending not to be interested at all in the conversation, but with her attention to details (OOC: Gratz! 24...) Katryl understands that the blonde warrior is actually listening intently to what the two say (she knows undercommon).
The prisoners all seem intent on trying hear from Jorlan is saying with a range of mixed expressions, although none look displeased.
"What do you care?" Jorlan mutters back. "Yes, or no. If yes, I will come back at the guard shift shortly before your work shift and leave your door unlocked. What you do after that is none of my concern."
(I believe they're speaking in the Drow language, not Undercommon.)
Ebzer sees his suspicions all but confirmed as Traydark and Jorlan engage in whispered conversation through the iron bars. Are they laying some sort of trap? That makes no sense, we are already prisoners, and they could kill us easily if they wanted... No, no trap, more likely Traydark is trying to betray the rest of us in order to secure his own freedom. Well, we'll see about that.
The duergar moves closer to Traydark after he finishes conversing with Jorlan. He will attempt to disguise his true feelings, working hard to approximate a smile on his face, although it actually just looks like he is trying not to sneeze. "Er... hello," he says, haltingly in his broken Common. "Um... you seems all right, fer a drow. You mind if I sit over here fer a spell? I figger I need to learn a thing er two 'bout you people if'n we're gonna be trapped here. Mebbe you can help me unnerstan' this place better."
(OOC: ??? Drow language is undercommon, I believe! Or I'm wrong? Do they have another language of their own?)
'I still suspect that he may want to eliminate us after the escape...' Khessa thinks 'Maybe waiting for us with some soldiers just outside the outpost, to play the role of the savior of the situation. I'd almost like us to tell him something diplomatic, like 'no, vermin, feel free to go back to take the next whipping from your mistress, since you think we need you more than you need us'. Then let Katryl try to pick the locks of the chains and the door; I bet she can do it, given enough time. But I leave it to Traydark to negotiate... If he agrees to his proposal, we just need to be very careful just outside the outpost. We should be able to escape even in case of ambush, if all together and fully equipped'.
Silas says to Katryl, "It was simple enough to get up there and back, but I could find no clues as to which of the boxes contained our gear. Nor was there anything laid out that I could grab. I'm afraid the scheme was fruitless. However, you were brilliant. Your distraction was well-done. If the dark elves were just a little less efficient, I'm sure the escapade would have been a great success."
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Traydark tries to determine if he was right about Jorlan's motives for helping them or if he is just trying to set some kind of trap for them.
Insight: 5
At Jorlan's demeaning response the noble drow sighs and reverts to undercommon. "Yes, you can count on us leaving this place, but if you try to trick us I will make sure your former mistress will know all about your involvement in our escape." Traydark says with a cold stare of his purple eyes.
Intimidation: 8
Assuming Jorlan leaves and that the duergar comes closer, stretching his chains but not quite making it to the drow. ;-) To say the noble drow is suspicious of this sudden change in attitude towards him would be an immense understatement. "Of course, I am at your service, was there anything in specific you wanted me to teach you?" He says, politely playing along with the charade.
Katryl nods to Silas, disappointed that it didn't work.
To his comment regarding the drow, she whispers, "Odd Traydark starts speaking some strange tongue to this drow. He is perhaps in league with him, though I'm not sure to what purpose. Sarith? Not sure."
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Ebzer looks panicked for just an instant. "Teach me? Oh, uh... well, I doesn't really understand 'bout how the politics and the religion work. Are the priestesses in charge? Or do ya have kings 'n queens, too? Like this Ilvara... is she an aristycrat or more like a holy woman ye have ta obey?"
You see some of the other prisoners beginning to lay down or sit back and attempt to rest once Jorlan leaves. He quips once more discreetly, "Next shift," before he leaves, letting you all settle down as you wish for a while until it is time for the next shift.
(again, feel free to finish your rp before moving on)
Whether you choose to sleep, meditate or the like, after you've closed your eyes:
Your minds are filled with strange dreams and disturbing images. Dark shadows seem to move and reach out toward them as the characters wander lost through endless mazes of tunnels. Oily tentacles slide to brush up against them, while a great buzzing and howling rises in the distance. Suppurating wounds burst open in clouds of spores or crawling masses of maggots or insects. It is strange and disturbing enough to make you wake up breathing hard in a cold sweat.
(OOC: OK, from what we decided about drow languages, then, Khessa did not understand what Traydark and Jorlan said)
As Traydark switches back to undercommon, his words surprise and worry Khessa. As soon as Jorlan leaves, the blonde warrior asks the captive drow: "Traydark... what does that mean? You told him 'he can count on us leaving this place?' I understand that he still has the signs of the scourge of his loving Mistress Ilvara on him, but... why did you tell him we want to escape? Do you think he intends to join us? Or... why?"
The bewilderment is evident on the tall adventurer's face... In part, she always knew there was a possibility that Traydark would betray them... even though she hoped not. Khessa loves freedom and free will so much, that, getting to know Traydark a bit, she had hoped that even a drow (especially a drow in particular?), thanks to his free will, perhaps aided by circumstances, could come to behave like a good person. And instead... this?
But maybe Traydark hasn't just betrayed them... It would have been incredibly stupid, to do it that way, speaking in an understandable way at the end and then staying in their midst, with the dwarf probably waiting for nothing more than the slightest reason to kill him with his bare hands. And Traydark is by no means a fool, Khessa is well aware of this. No, things are probably not what they seem. Now Traydark will explain...
Blue eyes in which the light of hope still shines do not lose sight of the drow for a single moment, awaiting clarification: "I know you are no fool, so you must have had a good reason; why did you tell him about this?"
Hearing Khessa's question to Traydark, the duergar looks at him warily, waiting to hear his response.
"We have tiered noble houses and matriarchs, but also a clergy...are you not from Gracklstugh? I thought the duergar was quite aware of our structure of governance." Traydark says with a frown, trying to determine if the deep dwarf is trying to make himself seem more ignorant than he already is of what should be common knowledge among the people of the underdark.
"Jorlan just offered us an opportunity to escape by leaving our cell door open at the next shift. I was trying to determine whether he is trying to trick us but I sense we are more likely to escape by this help than anyone picking all our locks with a fork, with all respect." The noble drow says, bowing and smiling politely at Katryl. "There is still a risk Jorlan is trying to set us up, but knowing the drow my assessment is that he does this to either make his former mistress look unfavourably on her new lover or to make her lose command of this outpost. I demanded that he would assist us with retrieving our property..." He says, looking at the others in turn. "...if we were to do what he suggested, but it doesn't seem a former noble's word carry much weight in here." He says grimly. "I'm not opposed to trying to escape before the next shift but if we're not out of this prison by then, I at least will take my chances with Jorlan's offer." He says firmly, then leaning back against the cave wall.
Khessa is visibly reassured by Traydark's words: "Thanks for the explanation, so it actually makes sense. And at this point I also think we should act as you said: let's try to escape, without waiting for Jorlan. So, if he intends to set up a trap for us, by escaping first we will catch him by surprise. But if we fail to escape sooner, then we might as well escape when he opens the door! More so because the drow, in total, are nineteen" reflects the blonde warrior, clearly thrilled by the prospect of being able to counterattack. "If Jorlan sets a trap, he will have with him at maximum a handful of faithful, certainly not all the military force of the outpost. We are fifteen. Almost as many as them. Before we leave, we will recover our belongings, which if I understand correctly are in the nearest stalactite room, in which there are only a handful of guards. Fifteen of us and all armed, I trust that we will be able to get by even in case of trap".
"One fundamental recommendation" the blue-eyed woman looks the prisoners in the eye one by one. "What are they teaching you, our dear hosts?" the sarcasm of the last two words is clear "They are more numerous than us (although not by much). They are equipped, while we are not. They have us in their hands. But we are about to be able to escape under their noses and perhaps even leave them our thanks for what they have done to us. How is it possible that we are succeeding? Well, we are succeeding because they are divided! Ilvara who displeases Jorlam, Jorlam who plots against Ilvara and who knows how many other small machinations animate this outpost . We must know better. We must not concede any advantages. We must not be divided. As long as we are not safe (and by 'safe' I don't just mean out of the outpost, but much more safe, far, far away from here) we must forget all differences among us. We are no longer drow, duergar, human and I don't know what else. We are fugitives. With a big bad end that awaits us if we are caught. There are no enemies among us. The enemies are the others. Nobody of us betrays one of us. Nobody of us cripples one of us. We all work together. If one of us forgets this, he puts everyone in danger. And we'll all make sure he doesn't get a second chance to forget it. It's the only way we have to be reasonably sure we can break out of here and survive. And I definitely want to break out and survive" she smiles and winks. "I hope you all also do!"
"And now, if we all agree, this is how I would do it:" begins explaining the tall adventurer "Katryl tries to improvise a lockpick with her fork and picks the locks of the chains. I and anyone who feels strong enough (maybe Ebzer? Ront?) try in the meantime to directly break the chains instead, with brute force".
"When we get rid of the chains," Khessa goes on "we can keep them as an improvised weapon, until we retrieve ours. Katryl then tries to pick the lock of the door. If she succeeds before Jorlam gets there, so much the better. If not, he'll open it for us".
"When we are outside the door, we swarm the stalagmite room that contains our belongings, trying to eliminate the few guards before they can raise the alarm. If they rasie the alarm... well, any of us, with magic, can destroy the bridge of ropes connecting the stalagmite room with the rest of the outpost? It is a rope and wood bridge, a cutting weapon would probably suffice, but we will not have it at first. The fire should work well against wood and rope..." puts a finger to his lips as he reflects the blonde warrior "Does anyone know how to conjure fire by magic? If not, at worst, we will barricade ourselves inside. In the meantime we will recover our things".
The tall adventurer catches her breath for a moment, then continues: "To exit the outpost, we dive into the lake below. There are cobwebs between us and the lake. Even cobwebs burn well... so, if someone has fire spells, I think we can burn a hole in them, so that we can dive without risking getting entangled. If not, we'll take the risk, maybe throwing furniture first to see if we can break through them. Apparently, there's a monster in the lake below. So, before we dive in, we throw the bodies of the killed guards. This way, if we're lucky, the monster stops to eat them... instead of trying to eat us".
"Let's swim out of the lake, run for the nearer exit" concludes the blue-eyed woman "and that's it".
"Does anyone see difficulties? Something to change? Or do you have improvements to propose?" looks again the prisoners one by one Khessa, smiling confidently "Feel free to speak up... Contributing to the plan is in fact our first way of collaborating. Else, if we have nothing to change... let's get this party started!"
Once Jorlan has gone, Katryl starts to work on modifying the fork to work as a lockpick. (Hopefully 10 STR makes her strong enough to bend the tines. Then DEX Check for the attempt: 12).
As she works, she listens to Khessa's rather lengthy talk, shaking her head. "Foolish to think Traydark didn't pass some info to Jorlan with that little secret message of his," she mutters under her breath to Eldath and Silas, if he's still nearby.
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(@Culuril I think STR 10 will be enough, but if not then Khesa will bend the tines under Katryl's instructions.)
(@DM: for the checks to break chains of pick locks... we have enough time to try until we get a 20? So you can simply tell us if we eventually succeed - if 20+mod is enough - or not? Or do you prefer that we effectively do the rolls for the many tries and retries?)
Katryl, while you are able to bend the few tines of the fork, it proves to be unsuitable for picking the locks. You also feel a sudden wave of heavy lethargy wash over you, the act of trying to pick the lock really taking it out of you. (You cannot attempt this again until you finish a long rest)
Eldeth nods a bit, "Tellin' ya it be hard to fully trust any of these dark ones. But if they have a way to escape I'd rather die tryin' than somethin' else they might have planned."
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N.B. Inside the cell you are shackled at hands and neck, each requiring separate checks And as you see above, you get one failure per long rest.
Frustrated, Katryl slumps to the ground. "It's not working! No way I'll unchain everyone." She continues shaking her head for a few moments. "I mean, big deal, Jorlan leaves the door unlocked. We'll all still be chained."
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(Did not know of such a rule about checks... At fist glance seems so puniishing... But oh, well, whether it's a rule I didn't know of, or it's a specific rule for this part of the book, or you're houseruling this, so be it; your game, your rules)
"Let's not lose give up hope at the first difficulty, Katryl" Khessa encourages her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "What we are trying is not easy. We will also try to break the chains by force. And if we fail, yes, Jorlan will leave us chained, the bastard, yes, but then we will simply attack the chained stalagmite chamber all the same. We will fight worse, but we have numerical superiority. We will kill the guards anyway and with their keys we will free ourselves from the chains".
Khessa first tries to break the chains of her neck. She asks for assistance by one other prisoner, so that they can pull together and she can roll with advantage: 23
(I did a strength check; if it could have been an Athletics check, since Khessa is proficient, it would have been 2 more, so 25 instead of 23)
In the hope this is a success, she then tries to break the chains of her hands (if it was a failure ingore this roll, of course - as before, rolling strength check, if can be Athletics is 2 more then that): 10