Due to not being able to see, Mara is sputtering around in the water. She hears the sounds of the others and does her best to follow the noises as she hears one of them start to move ahead of her. She does her best to try and find someway out of the water, not wanting to end up getting sick due to being cold. "If any of you can see well enough to make things out, I would like to suggest that we start a fire if possible to warm ourselves."
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Darkwing moves a few feet away from the group to stretch out his wings and test them for flight. If possible he lifts himself up a few feet above the water. Both to warmup and check the shore, he flies over to the sand to see if he can make out the environment.
Athletics check 21
Investigation check 11
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Darkwing Skyyykiller-Aarakocra Monk- Lost in the Endless Tower
Kabarr Caldera- Fire Genasi- Fighter - Cold Cash
Talley Tafoia-Genasi Cleric-Rising of the Accursed Dragon
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"Well I can't say this is an improvement." Addressing the dwarf, "As far as I've figured, we all just ended up here, stole from our lives with nothing to our names. I am Leojym." Looking around Leojym begins wading toward the sandy shore and calls out to everyone. "Follow my voice again, there seems to at least be some dry land over here."
The elf looks around for anything useful, especially something to shed light or start a fire.
Mara can be led to the shore alongside the others as the step into the sandy beach area. Those with darkvision can see that ahead of them appears to be some trees, around twenty feet tall. They look like they have died long ago, as none have any leaves and their roots are showing in the sand around their base.
Darkwing flaps his wings to discover that the grease on his wings has matted his feathers, causing him difficulty in getting into the air. He may need to find something to clean them with before attempting any serious flying.
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Orianna will continue moving towards the trees ignoring the dwarf and elf conversation. She will look at them and pull a few branches off looking for a great club size branch and some fire wood.
STR check: 6
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Orianna heads over to the trees, seeing that this appears to be some sort of old interior forest. As she pulls a lower hanging branch of one of the trees, it snaps as it is incredibly brittle, breaking from the lightest of touches. The *SNAP* noise echoes through the area, breaking the silence in the area.
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"Stolen from your lives? I may have had the opposite experience." Simmeat muttered. "There are some trees over here. Let's get that fire going. Looks like mostly dead wood, so it should be easy to burn."
The Dwarf made his way to the trees and broke off a number of small branches to be used as kindling, finding some on the ground as well. He set to making a fire. Survival: 16
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Instead of going towards the shore with the others Shadow tries to climb the wall next to the exit to get a closer look at the ceiling to see if tar is also here.
"Stolen from your lives? I may have had the opposite experience." Simmeat muttered. "There are some trees over here. Let's get that fire going. Looks like mostly dead wood, so it should be easy to burn."
The Dwarf made his way to the trees and broke off a number of small branches to be used as kindling, finding some on the ground as well. He set to making a fire. Survival: 14
Orianna brings her branches over and starts to Help with the fire.
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Simmeat heads over to where Orianna has grabbed some of the sticks. Between them they manage to bring a bundle together to make a small fire in a matter of a couple of moments. Simmeat notes that some of the branches have gotten sodden from their wet exterior, but there are enough dry twigs to start the kindling as he begins to attempt to make a fire.
Shadow heads towards the wall where the chute arrives out of. Seeing behind him, the exit they came out of appear to look like the androgynous human statue, but with his facial expression similar to the demon's. As he gets near the wall, the water seems to get deeper still, getting to chest height before he starts grasping onto the wall to climb up. He continues to climb for a short while on this wall, his claws digging into the mortar and bricks as he finds that the ceiling is very high up. When viewing it, the ceiling appears to be a flat single stone that goes out beyond his sight. Shadow then sees a few sparks on the ground down below him as Simmeat manages to get a small flame going with Orianna's aid, ready to pile on the dry kindling to help it grow.
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Shadow more relaxed without the looming weirdness of the ceiling, he drops down and gets low in the water as he slowly makes his way back to the group. He is carefully scanning for anything living in the water such as fish or other aquatic life that may have developed here.
Once she is on the shore and can see the dim light from the newly started fire, Mara makes her way over to it. Crouching down she will attempt to get warm, opting to help with the gathering of branches I f more needed to be collected. "Now that we have a fire started I think the next best course of action would be to see how dirty the water is and then if we can find something suitable boil it for drinking."
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Coughing and sputtering, Rumble latches onto the first directions given about land, and begins paddling along after the others. He pretty much collapses on beach, back to the sand, and hands absently fiddling around to make sure both club and burnt-out torch survived the descent relatively intact. Even once that is out of the way, the young genasi continues to lay there in a half-dazed state until the light of fire draws attention.
"Finally... progress." He says as he rolled onto his hands and knees. Before actually making his way closer to the flames however, Rumble overhears Mara and looks back to the water. "Eh... I got it Ms. Mara."He mutters as he scoops up a hand full of muddy water for a testing gulp.
Survival: 23
((Oh snap. Is that enough to taste fish in the water as well!?))
Rumble heads over to the water, initially seeing something lurking there. Before he can react to engage it he suddenly realises it is the sodden form of the tabaxi he encountered earlier. He cups his hands and then scoops some of the water into them, bringing them to his face. From the initial smell he can tell that dust and dirt has mixed plenty into this water. It is not very drinkable in its current state without potentially getting something nasty into his system. Perhaps one of the trees nearer to the beach could still have some moisture in it somewhere, or there be something nearby to provide something to filter the water. Based on how murky the water is, it could mean that the only things that could live in such a place may be small water bugs; no real chance of a freshwater fish to catch for dinner here...
Those huddled around the fire begin to feel the warm touch of the flickering flames. This realisation brings a shiver to their bodies, as they realise they are drenched head to toe from the murky water, and have a layer of greasy slime beneath that.
Killian feeling like he had just wrestled with a hag fish covered in a thin layer of slime and muck. hears someone ask what we are doing here, he responds "i'm not to sure but for one thing this stuff is pretty gross" as he troughs thru the water he jokingly says "by a show of hands who can see in the dark" waits a few seconds and laughs to him self. hearing a loud snap in the distance to his right, he redirects his heading to face where the sound came from, stopping his motion, unable to see, braces him self for anything that would come at him.
a few moments pass and sparks start then a small fire, he sees the rest of this group of unlucky patrons like himself, and continues to walk towards the fire.
As everyone gathers around this fire, Killian looks around at each face. "I guess some sort of formal introductions are in order. My name is Killian Greycastle" as he stands before the group, "Does anyone remember anything prior to waking up in those cells? I was sitting in a bar minding my own business, didn't even get to finish my drinks" Shaking his head. "does anyone have their personal items, I seem to have been stripped of my belongings and wearing these torn rags, which is not my usual attire I assure you."
Leojym sits near the fire to warm himself."I can create water for everyone if I have a drop to start with; however, I will need to rest before that's possible, and we will need something in which to store it."
"My name is Darkwing Skyyykiller but you can just call me Dark. I was flying along with a fresh kill about to have dinner. Took a look at myself in the reflection from a pool of water then poof in the cell. I feel like we are here for a reason but I have no idea what that is." says Dark.
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Darkwing Skyyykiller-Aarakocra Monk- Lost in the Endless Tower
Kabarr Caldera- Fire Genasi- Fighter - Cold Cash
Talley Tafoia-Genasi Cleric-Rising of the Accursed Dragon
"I have nothing of my own either. If I did I would at the very least be using my staff to create light for myself. As for what I had been invovled in before waking up here I remember finding a mirror that had a strange language inscribed on the frame of it. I was trying to decipher it before I seemed to have blacked out and then woke up in that cell. To those that may not have heard my earlier introduction I am Mara Kulenov of Silverymoon. I am quite gifted with languages although I have a few that I do not speak often." The warlock tells them as she resists the urge to remove her clothing to try and dry them over the fire.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
"Simmeat Blunthead. Call me Sim. I actually was a split second from dying before I found myself in the cell. At first, I thought I had died - that demonic face on the wall seemed to suggest as much. I saw myself in an ogre's eyes as his club came down to hit me and disappeared. No idea how far down we are. This is elaborate, though. Larger than any Dwarven stronghold I've heard of. My guess is that we're somewhere deep in the Underdark." The Dwarf said.
Dwarvish:
"I know I have no reason to trust them, but they seem like nice enough folk." Sim whispered to his wife in the Dwarvish.
Due to not being able to see, Mara is sputtering around in the water. She hears the sounds of the others and does her best to follow the noises as she hears one of them start to move ahead of her. She does her best to try and find someway out of the water, not wanting to end up getting sick due to being cold. "If any of you can see well enough to make things out, I would like to suggest that we start a fire if possible to warm ourselves."
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)
Darkwing moves a few feet away from the group to stretch out his wings and test them for flight. If possible he lifts himself up a few feet above the water. Both to warmup and check the shore, he flies over to the sand to see if he can make out the environment.
Athletics check 21
Investigation check 11
DM - New World (LMP), Shield of Bahamut
Darkwing Skyyykiller-Aarakocra Monk- Lost in the Endless Tower
Kabarr Caldera- Fire Genasi- Fighter - Cold Cash
Talley Tafoia-Genasi Cleric-Rising of the Accursed Dragon
"Well I can't say this is an improvement." Addressing the dwarf, "As far as I've figured, we all just ended up here, stole from our lives with nothing to our names. I am Leojym." Looking around Leojym begins wading toward the sandy shore and calls out to everyone. "Follow my voice again, there seems to at least be some dry land over here."
The elf looks around for anything useful, especially something to shed light or start a fire.
Perception: 6
Mara can be led to the shore alongside the others as the step into the sandy beach area. Those with darkvision can see that ahead of them appears to be some trees, around twenty feet tall. They look like they have died long ago, as none have any leaves and their roots are showing in the sand around their base.
Darkwing flaps his wings to discover that the grease on his wings has matted his feathers, causing him difficulty in getting into the air. He may need to find something to clean them with before attempting any serious flying.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Orianna will continue moving towards the trees ignoring the dwarf and elf conversation. She will look at them and pull a few branches off looking for a great club size branch and some fire wood.
STR check: 6
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAOrianna heads over to the trees, seeing that this appears to be some sort of old interior forest. As she pulls a lower hanging branch of one of the trees, it snaps as it is incredibly brittle, breaking from the lightest of touches. The *SNAP* noise echoes through the area, breaking the silence in the area.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
"Stolen from your lives? I may have had the opposite experience." Simmeat muttered. "There are some trees over here. Let's get that fire going. Looks like mostly dead wood, so it should be easy to burn."
The Dwarf made his way to the trees and broke off a number of small branches to be used as kindling, finding some on the ground as well. He set to making a fire. Survival: 16
Pit of Vipers: Watl Wiggins - Halfling Rogue(10)
League of Improbable Adventurers: Alan Quatermain - Human Fighter(3)
Instead of going towards the shore with the others Shadow tries to climb the wall next to the exit to get a closer look at the ceiling to see if tar is also here.
Perception 14
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiASimmeat heads over to where Orianna has grabbed some of the sticks. Between them they manage to bring a bundle together to make a small fire in a matter of a couple of moments. Simmeat notes that some of the branches have gotten sodden from their wet exterior, but there are enough dry twigs to start the kindling as he begins to attempt to make a fire.
Shadow heads towards the wall where the chute arrives out of. Seeing behind him, the exit they came out of appear to look like the androgynous human statue, but with his facial expression similar to the demon's. As he gets near the wall, the water seems to get deeper still, getting to chest height before he starts grasping onto the wall to climb up. He continues to climb for a short while on this wall, his claws digging into the mortar and bricks as he finds that the ceiling is very high up. When viewing it, the ceiling appears to be a flat single stone that goes out beyond his sight. Shadow then sees a few sparks on the ground down below him as Simmeat manages to get a small flame going with Orianna's aid, ready to pile on the dry kindling to help it grow.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Shadow more relaxed without the looming weirdness of the ceiling, he drops down and gets low in the water as he slowly makes his way back to the group. He is carefully scanning for anything living in the water such as fish or other aquatic life that may have developed here.
Perception 24
Once she is on the shore and can see the dim light from the newly started fire, Mara makes her way over to it. Crouching down she will attempt to get warm, opting to help with the gathering of branches I f more needed to be collected. "Now that we have a fire started I think the next best course of action would be to see how dirty the water is and then if we can find something suitable boil it for drinking."
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)
Coughing and sputtering, Rumble latches onto the first directions given about land, and begins paddling along after the others. He pretty much collapses on beach, back to the sand, and hands absently fiddling around to make sure both club and burnt-out torch survived the descent relatively intact. Even once that is out of the way, the young genasi continues to lay there in a half-dazed state until the light of fire draws attention.
"Finally... progress." He says as he rolled onto his hands and knees. Before actually making his way closer to the flames however, Rumble overhears Mara and looks back to the water. "Eh... I got it Ms. Mara." He mutters as he scoops up a hand full of muddy water for a testing gulp.
Survival: 23
((Oh snap. Is that enough to taste fish in the water as well!?))
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Rumble heads over to the water, initially seeing something lurking there. Before he can react to engage it he suddenly realises it is the sodden form of the tabaxi he encountered earlier. He cups his hands and then scoops some of the water into them, bringing them to his face. From the initial smell he can tell that dust and dirt has mixed plenty into this water. It is not very drinkable in its current state without potentially getting something nasty into his system. Perhaps one of the trees nearer to the beach could still have some moisture in it somewhere, or there be something nearby to provide something to filter the water. Based on how murky the water is, it could mean that the only things that could live in such a place may be small water bugs; no real chance of a freshwater fish to catch for dinner here...
Those huddled around the fire begin to feel the warm touch of the flickering flames. This realisation brings a shiver to their bodies, as they realise they are drenched head to toe from the murky water, and have a layer of greasy slime beneath that.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Dark searches the plant life near the fire for leaves that are young enough to help wipe off the greasy slime.
Investigate 19
DM - New World (LMP), Shield of Bahamut
Darkwing Skyyykiller-Aarakocra Monk- Lost in the Endless Tower
Kabarr Caldera- Fire Genasi- Fighter - Cold Cash
Talley Tafoia-Genasi Cleric-Rising of the Accursed Dragon
Killian feeling like he had just wrestled with a hag fish covered in a thin layer of slime and muck. hears someone ask what we are doing here, he responds "i'm not to sure but for one thing this stuff is pretty gross" as he troughs thru the water he jokingly says "by a show of hands who can see in the dark" waits a few seconds and laughs to him self. hearing a loud snap in the distance to his right, he redirects his heading to face where the sound came from, stopping his motion, unable to see, braces him self for anything that would come at him.
a few moments pass and sparks start then a small fire, he sees the rest of this group of unlucky patrons like himself, and continues to walk towards the fire.
As everyone gathers around this fire, Killian looks around at each face. "I guess some sort of formal introductions are in order. My name is Killian Greycastle" as he stands before the group, "Does anyone remember anything prior to waking up in those cells? I was sitting in a bar minding my own business, didn't even get to finish my drinks" Shaking his head. "does anyone have their personal items, I seem to have been stripped of my belongings and wearing these torn rags, which is not my usual attire I assure you."
Killian Greycastle Lv3 - Human Wild Magic Sorcerer - Lost In The Endless Tower, DM Pokepaladdy
Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC
Leojym sits near the fire to warm himself. "I can create water for everyone if I have a drop to start with; however, I will need to rest before that's possible, and we will need something in which to store it."
He will begin casting detect magic as a ritual.
"My name is Darkwing Skyyykiller but you can just call me Dark. I was flying along with a fresh kill about to have dinner. Took a look at myself in the reflection from a pool of water then poof in the cell. I feel like we are here for a reason but I have no idea what that is." says Dark.
DM - New World (LMP), Shield of Bahamut
Darkwing Skyyykiller-Aarakocra Monk- Lost in the Endless Tower
Kabarr Caldera- Fire Genasi- Fighter - Cold Cash
Talley Tafoia-Genasi Cleric-Rising of the Accursed Dragon
"I have nothing of my own either. If I did I would at the very least be using my staff to create light for myself. As for what I had been invovled in before waking up here I remember finding a mirror that had a strange language inscribed on the frame of it. I was trying to decipher it before I seemed to have blacked out and then woke up in that cell. To those that may not have heard my earlier introduction I am Mara Kulenov of Silverymoon. I am quite gifted with languages although I have a few that I do not speak often." The warlock tells them as she resists the urge to remove her clothing to try and dry them over the fire.
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)
"Simmeat Blunthead. Call me Sim. I actually was a split second from dying before I found myself in the cell. At first, I thought I had died - that demonic face on the wall seemed to suggest as much. I saw myself in an ogre's eyes as his club came down to hit me and disappeared. No idea how far down we are. This is elaborate, though. Larger than any Dwarven stronghold I've heard of. My guess is that we're somewhere deep in the Underdark." The Dwarf said.
Dwarvish:
"I know I have no reason to trust them, but they seem like nice enough folk." Sim whispered to his wife in the Dwarvish.
Pit of Vipers: Watl Wiggins - Halfling Rogue(10)
League of Improbable Adventurers: Alan Quatermain - Human Fighter(3)