Ven manages to lift himself to his feet, but as he does his keen ears pick up some sounds from outside, as well as a voice. The words are indistinct, but definitely... well, words.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
“Hello?! I need some help down here!” He cried out, his throat straining as he started coughing once more, spitting up more blood onto the floor. He tried to move in the direction of the voice, one hand holding his stomach and the other pressed against his neck.
Ven continued trying to move in the direction of the noises, looking everywhere for them. As he did, he felt himself slowly becoming lightheaded, appearing somewhat woozy as he began to stumble. Eventually, he fell onto his hands and knees, the pain starting to feel unbearable as more blood is spat out. He eventually falls onto his back, breathing heavily as he tries to remain calm and patient.
Ven approaches the large central entrance, and just as he reaches it he sees a crew of half a dozen men in the uniforms of Flint's Navy approaching quickly. They slow, confusion writ across their faces. One raises a crossbow. "Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?"
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
“Help…” Ven breathed out once more, trying to raise a hand up as a sign of peace. As he laid on his back groaning, his other hand would try to pull at the gouget, trying to find some way to get it off. “I’m of Flint…please help me…I don’t want to die…” he said, speaking not just to the Navy, but also to anyone that could hear him.
Ven's hand finds no purchase on the gorget. It seems to be perfectly, painfully fused to his flesh. The crossbow-holder squints. "Why is someone from Flint here? What is that thing?" The others look around a little confusedly, before one steps forward to help Ven up.
"He's injured, clearly. He requires medical attention. We weren't even supposed to leave this early, so if we have to make a round trip before heading back, it's no great loss." The others mutter about the subject, before eventually (some begrudgingly, some immediately) agreeing. "Come on. Let's get you to the balloon." The man puts Ven's arm around his shoulder, and begins helping him down the steps, where a large Navy balloon is docked.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Ven sighed and groaned as he was lifted up, the gorget starting to somewhat feel like a part of his body as he finished feeling it over. 'Could have been something less ostentatious, you know...a simple necklace or collar would have suffice,' he thought to himself, as he slowly got his feet underneath him. He felt a slight surge of panic slowly start to settle in to himself, remembering that Pinch was still up top. He tried to take a moment and think of what he could do, trying to casually look around to see if he saw any sign of Pinch watching him.
Unfortunately, the angle means that there would be no way for Ven to see the balloon, an intentional move for stealth now turned against him, and from this distance his darkvision does not pierce the night.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
As Ven and the man walks, he allows himself to start to slip, falling into the ground. As he lands, he screams out in pain, as he grabs his side. "My ribs! They're Pinching me from the inside!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs, as I ball up on the ground in pain. True, I was exaggerating it a little bit, but my back still felt as if I might have bruised if not broken a few bones. I simply hoped that Pinch would hear me and get the message that I was in a bad situation.
"Shit!" The men holding onto Ven buckle a little as he drops, but another grabs hold of his legs. "We need to get him to a healer, now! Stoke the engine, we have to fly. I don't know what's happened, but I don't want anyone dying on my watch, tomb-thief or not." The others spring into action, preparing the balloon for flight. Ven gets no sign of Pinch's presence.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Ven groans a bit as they pick him up, continuing to clutch at his side as they picked him up. He didn’t expect to see anything of Pinch. He just hoped that Pinch could hear his cries and would know that trouble had arisen. Here was where Ven also wished he knew even the smallest bit of magic, as it could help and all with signaling Pinch. ‘Why does it always have to be like this…?’ He silently said to himself, feeling anger towards whatever beings of fate made him this way. Otherwise, he let the guards take the lead, carrying him to wherever they intended.
The men set Ven down on a crate, and start up the balloon. This thing doesn't have an actual hand crank, and instead functions via a combination of mechanical and magical processes, with a heavy rotor for propulsion and several smaller ones for steering. The flame roars to life, and the balloon rises up, the rotor making a mighty din and stirring up the wind as the balloon begins its return to Flint. Another man that's not yet spoken to Ven comes up to him with a rope, and begins binding his wrists.
"Sorry, mate," he says, giving Ven an apologetic half-smile. "Precaution. You are, after all, technically under arrest."
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Ven knows that there is nothing he can really do in the situation, his anger growing more and more. Some of it was directed towards Pitch and Stumbles for convincing him to do this, the rest was again himself and the hand life had dealt him. As he looked to the sky, part of him desperately wished to be free. Not just of the bindings and imprisonment, but also to just be free of this system that he felt trapped in for so long. “To fly without limits…” He gently whispered, as he felt helpless to sit and let himself be bound. After all, the only other option appeared to be him falling out of the balloon to his death.
Ven lies down, his vision swimming, but suddenly it focuses on something just behind the balloon. It's small, but it's approaching fast, so fast that Ven isn't sure anyone else has even spotted it yet.
It's Pinch's balloon. And it's empty. And it's headed straight for the Navy balloon.
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Ven squints for a moment, soon realizing what it was. "Pinch...why...?" I softly growl, quickly looking around for something I could use to either grapple onto the island or to at the very least slow any descent to then give me the time to figure out a plan.
Ven starts to panic a little bit, knowing that there was probably little time at this point to do anything to stop the balloon from ramming into the guard's. He let out a sigh of defeat, feeling an anger towards himself for allowing himself to fall into this situation. He pulled himself up from where he laid down, preparing to jump from the guard's balloon to try & grab Pinch's balloon, hoping to take control of it and be pardoned at least for saving the lives on the men on this balloon.
As the other men notice the balloon, they desperately attempt to move the larger balloon out of the way. Just as Pinch's balloon is about to collide with the Navy balloon, it swerves out of the way. A voice calls out, "Jump!" Pinch's voice. A slight shimmer in the air in the shape of an outstretched hand tells Ven that Pinch is in fact still their, just concealed by his magic.
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Ven manages to lift himself to his feet, but as he does his keen ears pick up some sounds from outside, as well as a voice. The words are indistinct, but definitely... well, words.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
“Hello?! I need some help down here!” He cried out, his throat straining as he started coughing once more, spitting up more blood onto the floor. He tried to move in the direction of the voice, one hand holding his stomach and the other pressed against his neck.
"What the? Is there someone in there?" Ven hears the scrambling of several pairs of feet. "Hold on, we're coming!"
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Ven continued trying to move in the direction of the noises, looking everywhere for them. As he did, he felt himself slowly becoming lightheaded, appearing somewhat woozy as he began to stumble. Eventually, he fell onto his hands and knees, the pain starting to feel unbearable as more blood is spat out. He eventually falls onto his back, breathing heavily as he tries to remain calm and patient.
Ven approaches the large central entrance, and just as he reaches it he sees a crew of half a dozen men in the uniforms of Flint's Navy approaching quickly. They slow, confusion writ across their faces. One raises a crossbow. "Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?"
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
“Help…” Ven breathed out once more, trying to raise a hand up as a sign of peace. As he laid on his back groaning, his other hand would try to pull at the gouget, trying to find some way to get it off. “I’m of Flint…please help me…I don’t want to die…” he said, speaking not just to the Navy, but also to anyone that could hear him.
(Sorry, busy few days)
Ven's hand finds no purchase on the gorget. It seems to be perfectly, painfully fused to his flesh. The crossbow-holder squints. "Why is someone from Flint here? What is that thing?" The others look around a little confusedly, before one steps forward to help Ven up.
"He's injured, clearly. He requires medical attention. We weren't even supposed to leave this early, so if we have to make a round trip before heading back, it's no great loss." The others mutter about the subject, before eventually (some begrudgingly, some immediately) agreeing. "Come on. Let's get you to the balloon." The man puts Ven's arm around his shoulder, and begins helping him down the steps, where a large Navy balloon is docked.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Ven sighed and groaned as he was lifted up, the gorget starting to somewhat feel like a part of his body as he finished feeling it over. 'Could have been something less ostentatious, you know...a simple necklace or collar would have suffice,' he thought to himself, as he slowly got his feet underneath him. He felt a slight surge of panic slowly start to settle in to himself, remembering that Pinch was still up top. He tried to take a moment and think of what he could do, trying to casually look around to see if he saw any sign of Pinch watching him.
Unfortunately, the angle means that there would be no way for Ven to see the balloon, an intentional move for stealth now turned against him, and from this distance his darkvision does not pierce the night.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
As Ven and the man walks, he allows himself to start to slip, falling into the ground. As he lands, he screams out in pain, as he grabs his side. "My ribs! They're Pinching me from the inside!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs, as I ball up on the ground in pain. True, I was exaggerating it a little bit, but my back still felt as if I might have bruised if not broken a few bones. I simply hoped that Pinch would hear me and get the message that I was in a bad situation.
"Shit!" The men holding onto Ven buckle a little as he drops, but another grabs hold of his legs. "We need to get him to a healer, now! Stoke the engine, we have to fly. I don't know what's happened, but I don't want anyone dying on my watch, tomb-thief or not." The others spring into action, preparing the balloon for flight. Ven gets no sign of Pinch's presence.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Ven groans a bit as they pick him up, continuing to clutch at his side as they picked him up. He didn’t expect to see anything of Pinch. He just hoped that Pinch could hear his cries and would know that trouble had arisen. Here was where Ven also wished he knew even the smallest bit of magic, as it could help and all with signaling Pinch. ‘Why does it always have to be like this…?’ He silently said to himself, feeling anger towards whatever beings of fate made him this way. Otherwise, he let the guards take the lead, carrying him to wherever they intended.
The men set Ven down on a crate, and start up the balloon. This thing doesn't have an actual hand crank, and instead functions via a combination of mechanical and magical processes, with a heavy rotor for propulsion and several smaller ones for steering. The flame roars to life, and the balloon rises up, the rotor making a mighty din and stirring up the wind as the balloon begins its return to Flint. Another man that's not yet spoken to Ven comes up to him with a rope, and begins binding his wrists.
"Sorry, mate," he says, giving Ven an apologetic half-smile. "Precaution. You are, after all, technically under arrest."
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(As the journey goes, I'd like a Perception check from Ven)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Ven knows that there is nothing he can really do in the situation, his anger growing more and more. Some of it was directed towards Pitch and Stumbles for convincing him to do this, the rest was again himself and the hand life had dealt him. As he looked to the sky, part of him desperately wished to be free. Not just of the bindings and imprisonment, but also to just be free of this system that he felt trapped in for so long. “To fly without limits…” He gently whispered, as he felt helpless to sit and let himself be bound. After all, the only other option appeared to be him falling out of the balloon to his death.
Perception: 16
Ven lies down, his vision swimming, but suddenly it focuses on something just behind the balloon. It's small, but it's approaching fast, so fast that Ven isn't sure anyone else has even spotted it yet.
It's Pinch's balloon. And it's empty. And it's headed straight for the Navy balloon.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Ven squints for a moment, soon realizing what it was. "Pinch...why...?" I softly growl, quickly looking around for something I could use to either grapple onto the island or to at the very least slow any descent to then give me the time to figure out a plan.
Investigation: 23
Nothing. Just the rapidly approaching balloon.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Ven starts to panic a little bit, knowing that there was probably little time at this point to do anything to stop the balloon from ramming into the guard's. He let out a sigh of defeat, feeling an anger towards himself for allowing himself to fall into this situation. He pulled himself up from where he laid down, preparing to jump from the guard's balloon to try & grab Pinch's balloon, hoping to take control of it and be pardoned at least for saving the lives on the men on this balloon.
As the other men notice the balloon, they desperately attempt to move the larger balloon out of the way. Just as Pinch's balloon is about to collide with the Navy balloon, it swerves out of the way. A voice calls out, "Jump!" Pinch's voice. A slight shimmer in the air in the shape of an outstretched hand tells Ven that Pinch is in fact still their, just concealed by his magic.
Roll acrobatics with disadvantage, due to Ven's restrained state.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."