The air is damp as the bumps from the cart jostle and you and echo through the cavernous tunnels. Multiple prisoners of various race and age fill the enclosed coach of the slaver's wagon. The light is dim and the temperature cold as you try to subtly scan your wearabouts to understand both your captors and fellow inmates. Your back of your heads all hurt from the impact of being knocked unconscious the day before, and furthermore your bodies feel strange... were you drugged somehow?
(Introduce your characters to each other and the story among the captured group within the cart. Know that your actions and words will matter as you are under slave guard.)
Lianette blinks her eyes a few times as her sight goes in and out of focus. She quickly assesses her surroundings. She checks to see if she is restrained in any way. As she looks around she observes the faces of the others in the cart. Are these people friend or foe? She doesn't recognize any of them. She tries to remember how she got here. Last thing she remembers is sitting in a pub drinking a mug of ale. She had just decided to rest for the night after a long journey through the Reaching Woods on her way to Elturel. She was feeling frustrated and exhausted after months of searching and just wanted to get some rest. As she sat down, she barely registered the looks and hushed whispers. At 29 years old, she was used to the way people reacted to her. She stood at nearly 6', her golden honey skin had an almost angelic glow to it. Her silver eyes pierced through anyone she gazed upon. But perhaps the most striking feature was a halo of deep green and brown thorns that grew from her temple, only partially covered by her thick brown curly hair. This halo was a "gift" of her heritage as the daughter of a mortal and a guardian angel. With it came a heavy responsibility. People often saw her and had one of two reactions: fear or praise. Neither of which Lianette was a fan of; Her true duty was to one person. And that's who she needed to find.
But she couldn't think about that right now. Lianette tried to focus on the conversations she overheard in the tavern. Who was there? Who could have caught her so off guard? Where was her weapon? Her gear? Lianette continued to survey the others within the cart as she tried to decide how she was going to escape this particular predicament and get back to what she set out to do.
As she checks for restraints, she also tries to identify if any of the people in the cart are carrying weapons before she decides her next move.
Wujurn Vuks rubs the back of his head in pain. He looks around, confused about how he ended up here. Then, he saw he wasn't alone, causing him to narrow his eyes. Most are as unconscious as he was before, and some slowly wake up. But what caught his eye was what he thought was the 'guard' watching everyone's movement, including his. So he decided to keep quiet and wait.
Wujurn mentally curses as everything on his person is gone, but the clothes on his back and his face mask.
(( In general, unless unnecessary, I'll await everyone in the group to post before progressing the plot, but will add some flavor and detail at times along the way to keep things interesting. ))
@Lianette >> Your wrists and ankles are bound in a handcuff knot. Many people are in the cart with you, and there seems to be mutilpe individuals outside of the bars as well.
Ash sits slowly watching the others wake, he was amoung the first to regain wake. He scans the others and offers them a friendly smile, after all this is not his first time as a prisoner. After doing a head count of the guards and other prisoners he realizes escape may not be the wises choice right now if he wants to live. "Well guess by debt is settled" he mumbles to himself
"Might as well get to know each other, after all its not like we are going our seperate ways any time soon" Ash smiles and holds up the restraints, trying to make light of the situation.
Moraand growls in annoyance when he realizes he has no weapons, and stares at the others, agitated. He could have escaped had he had his thieves tools! He stubbornly ignores everyone around him.
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‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
Lianette hears a mumbling she can't quite understand and then one of the other prisoners speaks. As Ash introduces himself, Lianette looks at the guards outside of the cart. Gauging their reaction to the first hint of conversation within the moving prison. She considers trying to speak to one of guards, to try and get some answers on where they are being taken. She knows they are all without weapons, but she counts the number of prisoners within and tries to count the number of guards outside the wagon, to see how unmatched they are. She doesn't want to make it to wherever this carriage is going.
She looks at the door of the wagon to try to see what kind of securement has been put into place to keep them inside and then turns her attention back to Ash.
"My name is Lianette, but my friends call me Lia." She says looking at Ash as he holds up his arms. As she sees his restraints, she wonders if there would be a way to get free from them without too much notice. Maybe a distraction?
OOC: Are the handcuffs metal or made of rope or some other kind of material?
OOC: Is there anybody inside of the cart that does not have restraints? Could you also describe what the inside of the cart looks like and what can be seen outside.
Wujurn raise an eyebrow at everyone inside the cart, then look down at the handcuffs on his wrists and sighs. Then, he look at the others, "Wujurn Vuks." He didn't say anything else as he begins to think deeply on what to do next.
Moraand glares at everyone angrily, and starts to violently chew on the cart, spitting bits of acid as he goes.
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‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
The cart is wooden, and well built, much like the brig of a ship. The metal bars are laid into the wood both above and below, and you get the feeling you’re on something of a large mobile prison cell.
All prisoners around you within the cart have the same rope bindings tied handcuff style in their wrists and ankles out of a single stretch of hempen that’s been well tied by what must be someone with much practice.
There appears to be roughly a dozen prisoners of various race, age, and gender.
As for the outside of the cart, some may notice it’s difficult to see, as you’re being pulled through what seems to be a large cave system. You notice this is not a single cart, but a caravan, and as far as how many guards you see and what race(s) they might be, *roll perception*.
None of you can really see their faces, but you’ve noticed the driver and what seems to be about half a dozen other guards. They appear humanoid in shape and height, but are wearing armor and clothing that make it hard to tell.
‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
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Perception: 5
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‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
The air is damp as the bumps from the cart jostle and you and echo through the cavernous tunnels. Multiple prisoners of various race and age fill the enclosed coach of the slaver's wagon. The light is dim and the temperature cold as you try to subtly scan your wearabouts to understand both your captors and fellow inmates. Your back of your heads all hurt from the impact of being knocked unconscious the day before, and furthermore your bodies feel strange... were you drugged somehow?
(Introduce your characters to each other and the story among the captured group within the cart. Know that your actions and words will matter as you are under slave guard.)
Lianette blinks her eyes a few times as her sight goes in and out of focus. She quickly assesses her surroundings. She checks to see if she is restrained in any way. As she looks around she observes the faces of the others in the cart. Are these people friend or foe? She doesn't recognize any of them. She tries to remember how she got here. Last thing she remembers is sitting in a pub drinking a mug of ale. She had just decided to rest for the night after a long journey through the Reaching Woods on her way to Elturel. She was feeling frustrated and exhausted after months of searching and just wanted to get some rest. As she sat down, she barely registered the looks and hushed whispers. At 29 years old, she was used to the way people reacted to her. She stood at nearly 6', her golden honey skin had an almost angelic glow to it. Her silver eyes pierced through anyone she gazed upon. But perhaps the most striking feature was a halo of deep green and brown thorns that grew from her temple, only partially covered by her thick brown curly hair. This halo was a "gift" of her heritage as the daughter of a mortal and a guardian angel. With it came a heavy responsibility. People often saw her and had one of two reactions: fear or praise. Neither of which Lianette was a fan of; Her true duty was to one person. And that's who she needed to find.
But she couldn't think about that right now. Lianette tried to focus on the conversations she overheard in the tavern. Who was there? Who could have caught her so off guard? Where was her weapon? Her gear? Lianette continued to survey the others within the cart as she tried to decide how she was going to escape this particular predicament and get back to what she set out to do.
As she checks for restraints, she also tries to identify if any of the people in the cart are carrying weapons before she decides her next move.
Wujurn Vuks rubs the back of his head in pain. He looks around, confused about how he ended up here. Then, he saw he wasn't alone, causing him to narrow his eyes. Most are as unconscious as he was before, and some slowly wake up. But what caught his eye was what he thought was the 'guard' watching everyone's movement, including his. So he decided to keep quiet and wait.
Wujurn mentally curses as everything on his person is gone, but the clothes on his back and his face mask.
(( In general, unless unnecessary, I'll await everyone in the group to post before progressing the plot, but will add some flavor and detail at times along the way to keep things interesting. ))
@Lianette >> Your wrists and ankles are bound in a handcuff knot. Many people are in the cart with you, and there seems to be mutilpe individuals outside of the bars as well.
Ash sits slowly watching the others wake, he was amoung the first to regain wake. He scans the others and offers them a friendly smile, after all this is not his first time as a prisoner. After doing a head count of the guards and other prisoners he realizes escape may not be the wises choice right now if he wants to live. "Well guess by debt is settled" he mumbles to himself
"Might as well get to know each other, after all its not like we are going our seperate ways any time soon" Ash smiles and holds up the restraints, trying to make light of the situation.
"Any way I am Ash"
Moraand growls in annoyance when he realizes he has no weapons, and stares at the others, agitated. He could have escaped had he had his thieves tools! He stubbornly ignores everyone around him.
‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
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((Ooc, what race do our slavers appear to be?))
Was wondering the same thing
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Lianette hears a mumbling she can't quite understand and then one of the other prisoners speaks. As Ash introduces himself, Lianette looks at the guards outside of the cart. Gauging their reaction to the first hint of conversation within the moving prison. She considers trying to speak to one of guards, to try and get some answers on where they are being taken. She knows they are all without weapons, but she counts the number of prisoners within and tries to count the number of guards outside the wagon, to see how unmatched they are. She doesn't want to make it to wherever this carriage is going.
She looks at the door of the wagon to try to see what kind of securement has been put into place to keep them inside and then turns her attention back to Ash.
"My name is Lianette, but my friends call me Lia." She says looking at Ash as he holds up his arms. As she sees his restraints, she wonders if there would be a way to get free from them without too much notice. Maybe a distraction?
OOC: Are the handcuffs metal or made of rope or some other kind of material?
OOC: Is there anybody inside of the cart that does not have restraints? Could you also describe what the inside of the cart looks like and what can be seen outside.
Wujurn raise an eyebrow at everyone inside the cart, then look down at the handcuffs on his wrists and sighs. Then, he look at the others, "Wujurn Vuks." He didn't say anything else as he begins to think deeply on what to do next.
Moraand glares at everyone angrily, and starts to violently chew on the cart, spitting bits of acid as he goes.
‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
PM ME THE WORD BANANA! PRAISE JEFF! Check out my support thread! https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/195676-just-a-support-thread
((( To answer several questions )))
The cart is wooden, and well built, much like the brig of a ship. The metal bars are laid into the wood both above and below, and you get the feeling you’re on something of a large mobile prison cell.
All prisoners around you within the cart have the same rope bindings tied handcuff style in their wrists and ankles out of a single stretch of hempen that’s been well tied by what must be someone with much practice.
There appears to be roughly a dozen prisoners of various race, age, and gender.
As for the outside of the cart, some may notice it’s difficult to see, as you’re being pulled through what seems to be a large cave system. You notice this is not a single cart, but a caravan, and as far as how many guards you see and what race(s) they might be, *roll perception*.
Lianette Perception: 5
6 :perception
Perception Check: 8
None of you can really see their faces, but you’ve noticed the driver and what seems to be about half a dozen other guards. They appear humanoid in shape and height, but are wearing armor and clothing that make it hard to tell.
One of your captors notices what you’re doing and hits the cart angrily with an armored fist.
”Oi~! Stop that or be made to!” *a gruff voice calls out in an irritated tone.*
Moraand spits at him angrily, but stops.
‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
PM ME THE WORD BANANA! PRAISE JEFF! Check out my support thread! https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/195676-just-a-support-thread
Perception: 5
‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
PM ME THE WORD BANANA! PRAISE JEFF! Check out my support thread! https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/195676-just-a-support-thread