You feel as if you're being tossed about, but your body can barely cling to consciousness, as the poison still flows through your veins. It appears as though the poison doesn't cause you harm, but renders you into a stupor, paralyzing your body. Grating voices, full of malice and condescension fill your ears, but you can barely understand what is being said, if you can understand it at all, as they are speaking [Elvish]. Eventually, the tumultuous journey comes to an abrupt halt, after an indeterminable amount of time. You are unceremoniously tossed onto the cold, rocky floor. Within moments, you hear several more landing thumps before your consciousness once again fades into pitch black.
You begin to rouse, the cloud obscuring your thoughts seems lighter, the poison finally fading from your system. Your entire body feels cool, almost cold. Your wrists, neck, and waist feel much heavier than they should be. When you eventually inspect yourself, you realize that you have been chained and collared everywhere except your legs, allowing you just enough freedom of movement to not be completely bound. You then notice, you are stripped bare of allpossessions short of your underclothes, unless you were a clever sort who hid tools-of-a-variety elsewhere from your pockets. Next, you notice you seem to be in some sort of cave.... alcove... or perhaps a tunnel of sorts, noting then, that you are in almost utter darkness.
You then start to notice that there are the sounds of rustling near you, perhaps others are here with you?
In a craggy voice, you hear someone say "Ooh, it appears as though the newcomers are finally waking up! And just in time to hear the mistress tell us how insignificant we are before her!" the voice seemed shrewd, but talkative, if the accent was a bit strange.
Another voice, lilting in the urbane-tone of an Elf, [Elvish]"Oh, do be silent Buppido.. You're nice, but you do prattle on ever so much, and for a prince like me, I can only handle so much of the yammering on of the common-folk..." ending it with an exasperated sigh, that almost sounded like a feral.. growl?
A loud crack against the floor silenced all further commotion, and in it's wake, came a feminine voice, dripping with potent venom and speaking with a magically augmented voice, allowing all present to understand her words, even if they did not understand the language. "SILENCE! you Iblith are lucky we have allowed you to live at all. In fact you should feel honored, to soon serve the Drow as our slaves, or perhaps as a Sacrifice to Lolth!" She let the words hang in the air as a promise of doom. A choking whimper was heard somewhere near you, seething fear. She continued, "You will accept your fate, and you may then serve the rest of your lives as less than chattel, which is more than you deserve! You will be sold off once those dolts-for-brains males make thier way here, so count your days in this luxury. Until then, you will serve us here, soon, until then, for our amusement!" her mouth cracking open in a sadistic laughter, seething mockery and disgust with the lesser creatures before her.
As she walks away, if you chose to look her way, you would see a ebon-skinned elf, a Drow, robed in white silken garments interlaced with spider-web weaving's, flanked by two male Drow, one of whom has a mass of scars along one side of his face and neck, looking sullen, disgruntled, angry. The other, standing tall, proud, and arrogant, for amale.
As the poison finally seems to dissipate fully, if you look around, you'll finally see where you have been placed. You are in a very large cave, with bars bolted into the stone, and a heavy iron gate large enough to allow the passage of larger-than-average creatures, however you see no other entrances or exits. The only sources of light being two, very dim lanterns originating from roughly twenty-yards out, making their immediate area more visible, while simultaneously darkening everything outside their illumination, casting shadows into even darker black. Looking now inside the cell.... you would see that there are many other bodies in the cell with you, all with similar collars and chains around their necks, hands, and waists, as you. most are sitting around the perimeter of the cell, the rest, also lumped near you, in similar states as you had just been in moments ago.
What do you do....
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OOC: I will allow for some 'free time' here, post to your hearts content, get to know your fellow players or react to whats happening to you. I will check semi-frequently. if you choose to engage with the NPC's I will respond as swiftly as possible! While everyone has their own way of posting, try to keep it semi conforming:
RP actions/post (with skill links if nessecary
Ability Rolls.
OOC: only if necessary for clarification/similar purposes.
All NPC speech will be in GREEN text. I suggest each of you pick a color, distinguishable from the other characters, and try not to overlap the same color as another!
A few of the players have stated they were busy, or were unable to respond so for now, it will be assumed the poison is still effecting them, or they're just sleeping, however they wish to play it out when they do come back.
I also am enforcing languages. If you cannot understand a language (as I highlighted them as such [Elvish] you cannot understand them)
Cade awakens, hacking and coughing, but otherwise unable to muster the strength other than what is enough to look around bleary-eyed at his surroundings from the cool stone. It takes awhile still to realize the feral, guttural growl and gnashing teeth that met the craggy voice was his own. At the sound of what was presumably a whip, Cade falls over himself listening to instincts that demanded he try springing up and away from the source.
Now with a bit more adrenaline pumping through his veins, the beady red eyes of the goblin peek past a hand to spy the new speaker. Then are squeezed shut as he curled up into himself. Whether it is out of fear, instinct, or somewhere inbetwee, Cade doesn't dare to look up again until the sound the Drow feet leaving has long since signaled their retreat from the room.
Only then does he lets loose a long held breathe, and properly begins examining the room. Noticing, if albeit belatedly, the other recent arrivals, the red-skinned goblin will scrabble over to the fallen, forgetting about the bindings, as well as how his own red-skin countenance might send the wrong message. He at least looked... worried? Sad? Tough to say in the dim light. But either way, someone might by waking up to a rows of of sharp teeth and glowing red-eyes in their face if he isn't stopped mid-transit.
Evrik remains in a lying position, slowly regaining some sense of himself. He hears the voices bickering with one another and decides it best to remain silent in the darkness, at least for a while.
As the voices subside, Evrik slowly opens his eyes, only to see a grimacing face of what he assumes to be one of his assailants. He jolts up to a sitting position crossing his arms out in front of his face. [Common] "Hey, what the... Who are you? What have you done to me? Where are my friends!?" Evrik attempts to jump to his feet only to quickly realize he has been shackled as he trips over the chains and falls back to the floor.
Looking back up, he notices that the creature which startled him is also in restraints. "Uh, hey. You. Who are you? Do you know where we are?" Looking through the dim light he notices other shapes he can only assume are bodies. "Is anyone else... alive?"
Evrik slowly rises back to his feet and begins to investigate the area nearby to the extent that the chains allow.
It was always the downtime that drove her nuts, the lack of activity. The lack of action she always craved. The weather didn’t help either. It was another forsakenly dreary grey day in Los Angeles. Winter always brought some rain, and the mornings brought the smog in the sky. She sighed, so very impatiently, and her hand found her coffee cup in the cup holder and she took another gulp, turning to her partner as they both waited in the car, parked outside what looked like a very fancy apartment complex.
“Hells,” she said to him, “What is taking them so long? We’ve been waiting here parked outside for over an hour!”
Downtown, even at this early hour, was busy with cars, trucks, and people on the streets. She could never get used to the sounds of a busy industrial city like the City of Angels, especially from the places she used to know so long ago. She had seen many things in her lifetime, known many people, been to many places, but this is one she had trouble getting used to. She didn’t even know why.
Erik, her work partner, didn’t look back at her, but chuckled at her remark. He was used to her attitude, they have been partners for years. From the driver’s side where he sat, the window was open and his left arm leaning out. “They’ll be out soon. Why are you always so impatient, anyways? We’ve been scouting these scum bags for weeks and we’re nearly at the tail end of the job. We’re almost done. Besides, don’t you love killing sex traffickers?” Cora made an annoyed face at him, considering his point, but he didn’t see it. “Yes, almost as much as I hate waiting..” “Yeah, I can tell. Patience, the Commander will murder us if we blow this job. We’ve worked too hard on this case to ruin it now, running in, guns blazing like we normally do.” Erik said, smiling. Crispy smiled and snorted in a quick laugh. “I like those jobs the best.” Erik laughed, “Here, while we wait, why don’t you tell me one of your crazy ass stories again? You know, the ones that you THINK are real?” “They ARE real, Erik..” Cora said, in a tone that told Erik she was getting weary of his doubt, but provided no additional information to try to convince him. Erik scoffed. “Oh give me a break. You know that’s impossible. There is NO way they could be, Perkins.” He said, smiling, “There’s NO way you’re from that far back. Sheesh, we should get your head checked out. How dumb do you think I am?” Cora scoffed this time. “My head is fine. You don’t have to believe me, I don’t care. Besides. How COULD I make this shit up, anyways?” “You read a lot of books?” Erik shot her a look as if he still wasn’t buying it, but nevertheless, still enjoyed the stories she told. Cora never pressed the issue with him. That would be silly and futile. He would never believe her, and he already thought she was crazy enough to begin with so it was the perfect alibi. To everyone else, they were just stories. But to her, it was her life. No one really truly needed to know or to find out she made a deal with demons well over two thousand years ago, and that’s the only reason she was alive today. Cora trusted Erik with her life, and he was harmless, but if word got out she was that old, it would only make her life more difficult than it already was, and she went through enough shit already. “Fine.” She said, and thought for a moment, “I’ll tell you a story. You’ll like this one.”
THE PAST
Cora usually dreamed.
Most of the time, they were nightmares. Visions and terrors of the father she murdered years ago tormenting her, beating her with his club. Just like he used to when she was a child. In her dreams she was always a weak child, in darkness, unable to get away. The nightmares always ended with him catching up to her, and beating her to oblivion.
But not this time.
This time, it was different. It's completely dark, she couldn't see a damn thing. She's crawling through a tunnel, the darkness is overwhelming. That's when she could feel the tendrils. Tendrils of absolutely darkness reaching out for me as I crawl, like fingers of the void. They surround her, they wrap around her, she struggle but she can't shake them loose. She feels like they're about to choke her tightly..and then they're gone, and she gasps for air in panic and fright. She feels something brush up against her leg. There is..something else here. She can sense it. Something beyond my senses, something evil. The sixth sense of her military training sending her fight or flight gut reaction into overdrive. It choose flight. Suddenly, silence. A deafening silence. Time. Time is..still? Dragging on. She can no longer sense anything.
Then, she hears it. The buzzing, droning noise. Screams. In the distance. Her perception struggles to make it out. Then she feels sick. Sick to her stomach. She doubles over. Her hands go to her stomach and it's wet. Soft. Organic. She looks at her hands, and she can't see it, but she knows it's her blood. She knows. Her fingers move around her stomach again and to her horror she's gut open like a pig to the slaughter. The wound, as she touches, it's..a mass..of tiny worm like beings, writhing, squirming, EATING.
I open my mouth to scream.
"GHHAA!"
Crispy startled awake, violently. Chained by her neck and wrists, she was in an uncomfortable position, and very weak. It took a moment for her brain to process what was going on. Ok, Cora, think. Pull yourself together. I'm in a cave, it looks like. And i'm a prisoner. You've also been poisoned, that's probably how they knocked you out and were able to drag you..here..wherever HERE is. Feels like..Drow. And where's...? Chubby!
She looks around and sees Chubby in the same fate. Sad, but happy that he is with her. She was cold, and realized that she was weaponless, and stripped down to her underwear. The scars and old wounds could be plainly seen, as well the very lean, muscular physique she achieved while in the military. In any other situation, she could be considered fit and beautiful. Right now it looked like she was dragged through the mud, She took a moment and her tight muscles bulged and struggled against the restraints, but she was a bit too weak still. She gave up and just looked around at her surroundings, and the others.
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Crispy was on point. She was always more aware of their surroundings than he was. Besides, he was excitedly distracted by the vein of porcini mushrooms they just discovered in the cave. He was stooped down, picking them by the handful and gently placing them into his pack when he felt a stinging sensation on the back of his neck.
"Damn you, Crispy! No time for games...."
Blackness.
Chubby groggily woke up in the cave to the sound of his LOUD snoring. Damn, and that was a good dream too. Where the heck is he, he wondered. And is that elvish he heard in the room, before that filthy wine drinking Drow witch started blathering on about slaves?
Chubby would go on, but at that point he heard Crispy's quiet call for help. Leaping to his feat, Chubby rushes over to Crispy's side and helps her up to a sitting position.
"Take it easy, luv. I'm here."
Finally noticing the bonds that entangle him, Chubby will attempt to break apart the chains that are wrapped around his wrists by using his brute strength: (STR check: 21)
"Thanks," Crispy sighed, trying to get her eyes to focus more on her surroundings. "Wow, who would have thought we'd get into THIS kind of trouble foraging shrooms. Guess we should have gone right, instead of left. I thought a dwarf knows his way around caves?!" she teased.
She looks down at her stomach and touched it. Same good ole flat stomach, but..not gutted like a pig. The few scars were there, that was normal, but the dream was so fresh in her mind. Where was her clothing? She didn't mind being half naked, but those were HER things, and she wanted them BACK.
"I had..a dream.." she said to Chubby as he tried to break the restraints. "Not like my usual dreams, this one was different." She shook her head. "It's hard to describe. Like..something evil, something dark." She gave up trying to explain it, because she just didn't know how. "Hells, where ARE we?"
Then she noticed something, and lowered her voice. "And..we're not alone."
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Those who were awake, and aware enough already would feel the eyes of the other beings, having gone mysteriously silent as the newcomers awoke, one-by-one. some seeming bemused by the reactions they were watching. Shifting in their own chains. Finally, tiny Derro would slink out of the shadows with a bright smile on his tiny face. He seemed roughly the size and build of a Dwarf, if Dwarves were able to appear emaciated. His skin was a sooty-grey, his hair, stark-white, along with a handlebar mustache, and eastern-human beard. Wearing a thin scarf, the only thing keeping him from being as exposed as the rest of the piled beings. [Broken Common]"Why hello there! I, uh, see you are... new! My.. name is.. Bupeddo. Perhaps you... would like to... hear a story or... tell me one?" he says, seeming talkative and somewhat eccentric, if nothing else.
A sneering, but defeated grunt is heard in another corner, a Drow Male, stand up up, and shifting away from Chubby, apparently understanding what was said, but seeming to have no desire to do anything about it. Eventually sitting down in the opposite corner, farthest away from the Dwarf.
Again, you hear a feral growl from another point in the cell, though somehow it seems inquisitive, more than threatening. It also seems to be the furthest one away from every other being in the cell. Whether they were avoiding it, or vice-versa, was impossible to tell right now.
Two more Derro are huddling together near where the Female Drow, Who was clearly a Preistess of some kind, had been several minutes ago. They did not seem frightened in the slightest, but they did seem nervous, though of what was impossible to tell.
A Dwarf could be found sleeping, fetal positioned not far from the Twin-Derro, seemingly unable to be awoken by all the commotion.
Next to the Dwarf, was a Kou-Toa, a largely fat, slimy fish-like being, similar to Lizardfolk in physical anatomy, aside from thier never-closing eyes, and in his case, bulbous chin, in the shape of what could almost be called a Frog-Fish hybrid. He seemed to be in a Trance, or at-least in a perpetually zen-like state.
However, one captive stood now, grunting, his mouth curling in the twisted-smile of bloodlust that most of his race were known for. Making a direct, and swift walk right towards Chubby, just as the Dwarf managed to break his bonds through sheer-force, freeing both of his hands, though his waist would still be bound, and the chain would fall limply, as if it were a new accessory. The Orc rained spittle across the Dwarfs head as he yelled in [Broken Common] "Ha ha ha! Weak Dwarf Feel Sad at Weakest Human! Must ...." he paused, looking for a word, and unable to find it, growled "Must failure of race. Catched by Black-Elfs!" another fit of laughter, before kicking at Chubbys' face - Unceremoniously missing, despite his target being distracted, and still.
During this commotion, just as a fight was apparently about to begin, the Deep Gnome that had been watching everything unfold before, sidled up to Cade. His voice almost silky and debonair as he spoke, [Common] "Hello there my Impish friend~ It seems some of your... comrades?" he said, before continuing without allowing him time to respond "How would you like to uh.. make a bet? I'll give you hmm... this sharp rock, if Ront.. that's uh..the Orc, by the way, wins. Whaddya say? And if You lose, you have to give me something valuable to you. We godda deal? " He would finish, finally, by offering Cade his hand, to seal the deal.
Lastly, a tiny Myconid Sproutling, the one who had been whimpering during the priestess' tirade, tried to hide behind the nearest available body, which happened to be Evrik, and shaking uncontrollably, obviously in terror once more.
The Derro, shifting away from the ensuing fight, but seeming otherwise uneffected. "Perhaps later, let us... talk more, yes"
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Chubby -You successfully Break the Bindings, at-least on your wrists.
Ront - Attack Roll -4
@ Penguini, apologies, I may have misrepresented the bindings, but they aren't attatched to the wall. they essentially only bind your torso/arms!
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Crispy studied each of the other captives as her eyes adjusted to the darkness as well as they could. She was about to say something to Buppido..but noticed the Orc getting in Chubby's face. Her senses went to yellow alert, then, when he kicked at the old dwarf, went to red.
A burning feeling swelled in her belly, and she got hot and defensive. She hated bullies. An anger combined with a sense of protection welled up in her, and she strained with all her might to try and break her binding. She growled loudly as she strained.
Strength: 3
"You LEAVE him ALONE!" She growled at Ront. "Why don't you pick on someone your OWN size, halfwit?! Or am I too much WOMAN for you."
As the poison wanes and he becomes keenly aware of his situation, the lizardfolk skitters to the back of the cage. His breath quickly and shallow, as he attempts to quickly take stock of the others he is detained with. His cold eyes glance over all the other occupants - many unfamiliar and varied occupants. However, his reptilian eyes can discern little else in this low light.
When the female drow approaches their cell, he instinctively raises a hand to cast a spell, but soon realizes the extent of his restraints. He snorts at her comments. As she departs with her two guards the frill around his neck ruffles some.
He slumps back to the ground, against the bars, and looks over the others again. He looks to the goblin and smiles, as if he believes he won't have to worry about his next meal. Thinking to himself: That leg bone would also make a good club.
"Woah there little one, take a breath and get hold of yourself." Evrik tries to calm the Sproutling hoping he can gain some information from the creature once it calms down a bit. Turning back towards the commotion Evrik sees the Orc approaching what appears to be another dwarf. Perhaps one of his friends from the caravan he was with prior to, well, this. What is this?
He walks up to the Gnome and the goblin looking creature he saw before, "Are we just going to stand here and place bets? What the hell is happening?"
Evrik takes a step back, lowers his head and whispers a few cryptic words, attempting to conjure the screech of a hawk right behind the head of the Orc hoping to distract the aggressor and draw him away from what may be one of Evrik's traveling companions. {cast Thaumaturgy}
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Chubby laughs at Ront's pathetic attempt at a kick. Making a witty retort back, he gestures to what he believes to be a growling cat in the cell with them, "What's the matter, orc, cat got your tongue?"
And with that wonderfully distracting move, Chubby will shove Ront with the intention of knocking him prone: (Strength (Athletics) check = 10)
Aaaaaaaand with that pathetic shove, Chubby chuckles and slaps the orc on the back, heartily. "Let's stop playing, my new friend. So, what's the deal with this ugly drow witch who appears to be running this place? And more importantly, how's the food?"
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(Crispy's attempt to break her bindings fail. Leaving her wrists slightly bruised as her reward for her efforts.)
Ront laughs as she strains, despite having all but fallen flat on his own ass missing a stationary target. "HAHAHAHA, even need weak human save you! Hahahaha AHAHAHA!! then, getting back on his feet. "Womanz? You has da muscle, but tits too small. You no womanz, you are puny male with fat on chest!"
The sporeling seems to look up at Evrik, as much as it could with no eyes. Shaking still, but sensing the calming intent in your tone. Following you as you move toward the Goblin and Deep-Gnome. The Gnome quickly turning to you, as if he saw an opportunity, though still waiting for his answer from his original target. A bright, knowing smile appearing on his face as he rubs his hands together, "Oh, you want in? Who you gonna bet on? What are you willing to lose? Actually, I bet you're too afraid to intervene!" a glint in his eye showing he was hoping you would "And if you win, I'll give you somethin' special!" Then, the sporeling shoved one of his tendrils-for-legs into Evriks ear, leaving something there, that shifts deeper down, to the point it could no longer be taken out without some outside magic, or a chirurgeon. You don't however sense any malice from it, and start to hear.. something.
The noise coming from the cell had attracted some nearby soldiers, each with a crossbow, aimed inside the cell, but took no shots. They seemed amused, excited. It appears they had no intention of helping anyone, yet. If anything they seemed to encourage the fight, cheering the orc on in their Grating-[Elvish].
The Orc just slightly dodges the shove attempt, only to feel the slap on his back. The guards, egging him on, causing him to feel emboldened, strikes out once more, either not hearing, or not caring what Chubby had to say, throws an arcing right hook with his meaty fist. (Attack Roll 13)
Just barely missing the attack, but grazing Chubby's cheeks with the side of his fist.
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The lizardman is suddenly distracted from his prospective meal upon hearing the gnome's offer, "Is that offer available for anyone?" Without waiting for an answer he stands and walks over the the orc. Looking down at his chained hands he smiles. Then with a sneer, he says to Ront, "Fortunately I do not need these." With that a hatred appears in his eyes and he lunges out with his mouth wide.
The Lizards Bite finds it's mark in the orcs shoulder. A small chunk of it coming off if the Lizard chose to pull. The Orc crying out in pain, caught off guard by the lizard, who had only just recently been sleeping. All the aggression drained form his face, almost as if he'd been cowed into submission. The orc would back away from the lizardman, almost warily, holding both hands up as a sign of submission, which was strange.. for an orc to give up so easily. Any sign of pride on his face was nowhere to be seen.
Crispy looks at the whole exchange, the pain in her wrists burning. She was no stranger to pain and bruises, but no one picked on her best friend. She called out in Ront's direction.
"Ain't so tough NOW, eh?" she says, but it was strange for an Orc to submit so easily. Something was going on, but the guards at the gate looked dangerous, and she didn't have her things, and wanted to make sure Chubby was OK. "And my tits are not THAT small.." she whispered to herself, annoyed.
She held up her arms to Chubby, as if asking if he could break the restraints.
Arthasis only slowly came to his senses, trying to make sense of the muffled voices all around him. His pounding head made them difficult to understand at first, but he was sure that they weren’t familiar. It took him a minute to get his bearings while his eyes adjusted to the almost utter darkness surrounding him. As he finally came to the realization that he had been captured, his heart began to race at an alarming rate, pumping the adrenalin through his body and prompting him to sit up.
As he continued to fight for consciousness, the pale man, who was in his early thirties, ran his bound hands through his short blonde hair, trying to find an injury that would have explained the excruciating pain in his head. He soon noticed that there was a fight going on between two of his fellow prisoners. A dwarf and an orc were at each other’s throat. “Pathetic!”, Arthasis thought just as he noticed a couple of Drow guards had approached the cells.
Just then it seemed that another prisoner joined the fray. A lizard man for all he could tell in the darkness. He didn’t know why they were fighting and also didn’t really care. As his body slowly adapted to the circumstances he started to look for possible ways out of his captivity. The first priority though would be the break his bonds.
“Guys!”, he was trying to make himself heard, “Can someone get me out of these chains.”
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Evrik shakes his head and rubs his ear against his shoulder. "Now that was a new sensation!" He then glances over at the gnome and replies, "My money was on the dwarf but looks like your champion is getting a little yellow." Evrik then stains against his restraints in an attempt to break free. (Strength check 10)
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As the orc backs of submissively, "I think the dwarf was trying to offer a truce."He looks at the orc as if he should know what he needs to do. As the bully has been dealt with, the lizardman then walks straight up to the deep gnome and holds out a hand, not saying a word.
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Seeing that everyone was awake and more or less well, Cade lets out a sigh of relief. A few seconds later, he is staring at the growing spectacle with the corner of his eyes twitching ever so much. It stops the moment the gnome enters the picture. Though he occasionally throws a glance over the gnome's shoulder to see how the fight progresses, Cade otherwise gives him his full, if albeit clearly wary attention. But in answer, all he gives is simple shake of the head to the sides before bowing slightly at the waist.
At Edrik's question, Cade will just calmly look back to the fight, see its end swiftly, and then looks back to the dwarf and just gestures to it as if to ask 'Problem solved?'. If he catches sight of the sprout-ling digging into the dwarf's ear, he'll flinch, and start to raise a hand in warning. But upon noting no egregious discomfort, the 'imp' will just loft a brow at the sprout-ling.... then take a step or two away from it.
Finding a convenient distraction in Arthasis, Cade makes his way casually over to him first, and warily motions for silence. "Do. You. Have. Plan? Or. Attract. More. Attention. Here?"Even at a whisper, his voice -- though a rasp as if unused for several weeks or even longer -- is a rich and deep baritone. Cade then points to the dwarf and human pair and adds."Rash. Dangerous. They'll come. Again... Won't be as... Foolish... Find way. First... Trade even. Watch. Listen... Patience."At those last words, he points to the deep gnome who he hoped hadn't followed him. Hearing another bonds break, Cade flinches at the noise, but won't break his gaze on Arthasis until a thought occurs to him.
After first looking to the gate to see or hear if anymore guards were approaching, he starts to scan the prison, searching for any signs of spiders or strangeness about the formation of the stone.
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He continues to try to free himself from his constraints but thus far Evrik had bed unsuccessful. But that feeling in his ear... He thought he heard something. Maybe... Evrik kneeled down and became very quiet and just listened... (preception 5)
Bump...Bump... Bump....
You feel as if you're being tossed about, but your body can barely cling to consciousness, as the poison still flows through your veins. It appears as though the poison doesn't cause you harm, but renders you into a stupor, paralyzing your body. Grating voices, full of malice and condescension fill your ears, but you can barely understand what is being said, if you can understand it at all, as they are speaking [Elvish]. Eventually, the tumultuous journey comes to an abrupt halt, after an indeterminable amount of time. You are unceremoniously tossed onto the cold, rocky floor. Within moments, you hear several more landing thumps before your consciousness once again fades into pitch black.
You begin to rouse, the cloud obscuring your thoughts seems lighter, the poison finally fading from your system. Your entire body feels cool, almost cold. Your wrists, neck, and waist feel much heavier than they should be. When you eventually inspect yourself, you realize that you have been chained and collared everywhere except your legs, allowing you just enough freedom of movement to not be completely bound. You then notice, you are stripped bare of all possessions short of your underclothes, unless you were a clever sort who hid tools-of-a-variety elsewhere from your pockets. Next, you notice you seem to be in some sort of cave.... alcove... or perhaps a tunnel of sorts, noting then, that you are in almost utter darkness.
You then start to notice that there are the sounds of rustling near you, perhaps others are here with you?
In a craggy voice, you hear someone say "Ooh, it appears as though the newcomers are finally waking up! And just in time to hear the mistress tell us how insignificant we are before her!" the voice seemed shrewd, but talkative, if the accent was a bit strange.
Another voice, lilting in the urbane-tone of an Elf, [Elvish]"Oh, do be silent Buppido.. You're nice, but you do prattle on ever so much, and for a prince like me, I can only handle so much of the yammering on of the common-folk..." ending it with an exasperated sigh, that almost sounded like a feral.. growl?
A loud crack against the floor silenced all further commotion, and in it's wake, came a feminine voice, dripping with potent venom and speaking with a magically augmented voice, allowing all present to understand her words, even if they did not understand the language. "SILENCE! you Iblith are lucky we have allowed you to live at all. In fact you should feel honored, to soon serve the Drow as our slaves, or perhaps as a Sacrifice to Lolth!" She let the words hang in the air as a promise of doom. A choking whimper was heard somewhere near you, seething fear. She continued, "You will accept your fate, and you may then serve the rest of your lives as less than chattel, which is more than you deserve! You will be sold off once those dolts-for-brains males make thier way here, so count your days in this luxury. Until then, you will serve us here, soon, until then, for our amusement!" her mouth cracking open in a sadistic laughter, seething mockery and disgust with the lesser creatures before her.
As she walks away, if you chose to look her way, you would see a ebon-skinned elf, a Drow, robed in white silken garments interlaced with spider-web weaving's, flanked by two male Drow, one of whom has a mass of scars along one side of his face and neck, looking sullen, disgruntled, angry. The other, standing tall, proud, and arrogant, for a male.
As the poison finally seems to dissipate fully, if you look around, you'll finally see where you have been placed. You are in a very large cave, with bars bolted into the stone, and a heavy iron gate large enough to allow the passage of larger-than-average creatures, however you see no other entrances or exits. The only sources of light being two, very dim lanterns originating from roughly twenty-yards out, making their immediate area more visible, while simultaneously darkening everything outside their illumination, casting shadows into even darker black. Looking now inside the cell.... you would see that there are many other bodies in the cell with you, all with similar collars and chains around their necks, hands, and waists, as you. most are sitting around the perimeter of the cell, the rest, also lumped near you, in similar states as you had just been in moments ago.
What do you do....
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OOC: I will allow for some 'free time' here, post to your hearts content, get to know your fellow players or react to whats happening to you. I will check semi-frequently. if you choose to engage with the NPC's I will respond as swiftly as possible! While everyone has their own way of posting, try to keep it semi conforming:
RP actions/post (with skill links if nessecary
Ability Rolls.
OOC: only if necessary for clarification/similar purposes.
All NPC speech will be in GREEN text. I suggest each of you pick a color, distinguishable from the other characters, and try not to overlap the same color as another!
A few of the players have stated they were busy, or were unable to respond so for now, it will be assumed the poison is still effecting them, or they're just sleeping, however they wish to play it out when they do come back.
I also am enforcing languages. If you cannot understand a language (as I highlighted them as such [Elvish] you cannot understand them)
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Cade awakens, hacking and coughing, but otherwise unable to muster the strength other than what is enough to look around bleary-eyed at his surroundings from the cool stone. It takes awhile still to realize the feral, guttural growl and gnashing teeth that met the craggy voice was his own. At the sound of what was presumably a whip, Cade falls over himself listening to instincts that demanded he try springing up and away from the source.
Now with a bit more adrenaline pumping through his veins, the beady red eyes of the goblin peek past a hand to spy the new speaker. Then are squeezed shut as he curled up into himself. Whether it is out of fear, instinct, or somewhere inbetwee, Cade doesn't dare to look up again until the sound the Drow feet leaving has long since signaled their retreat from the room.
Only then does he lets loose a long held breathe, and properly begins examining the room. Noticing, if albeit belatedly, the other recent arrivals, the red-skinned goblin will scrabble over to the fallen, forgetting about the bindings, as well as how his own red-skin countenance might send the wrong message. He at least looked... worried? Sad? Tough to say in the dim light. But either way, someone might by waking up to a rows of of sharp teeth and glowing red-eyes in their face if he isn't stopped mid-transit.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Evrik remains in a lying position, slowly regaining some sense of himself. He hears the voices bickering with one another and decides it best to remain silent in the darkness, at least for a while.
As the voices subside, Evrik slowly opens his eyes, only to see a grimacing face of what he assumes to be one of his assailants. He jolts up to a sitting position crossing his arms out in front of his face. [Common] "Hey, what the... Who are you? What have you done to me? Where are my friends!?" Evrik attempts to jump to his feet only to quickly realize he has been shackled as he trips over the chains and falls back to the floor.
Looking back up, he notices that the creature which startled him is also in restraints. "Uh, hey. You. Who are you? Do you know where we are?" Looking through the dim light he notices other shapes he can only assume are bodies. "Is anyone else... alive?"
Evrik slowly rises back to his feet and begins to investigate the area nearby to the extent that the chains allow.
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THE DISTANT FUTURE
Cora always hated waiting.
It was always the downtime that drove her nuts, the lack of activity. The lack of action she always craved. The weather didn’t help either. It was another forsakenly dreary grey day in Los Angeles. Winter always brought some rain, and the mornings brought the smog in the sky. She sighed, so very impatiently, and her hand found her coffee cup in the cup holder and she took another gulp, turning to her partner as they both waited in the car, parked outside what looked like a very fancy apartment complex.
“Hells,” she said to him, “What is taking them so long? We’ve been waiting here parked outside for over an hour!”
Downtown, even at this early hour, was busy with cars, trucks, and people on the streets. She could never get used to the sounds of a busy industrial city like the City of Angels, especially from the places she used to know so long ago. She had seen many things in her lifetime, known many people, been to many places, but this is one she had trouble getting used to. She didn’t even know why.
Erik, her work partner, didn’t look back at her, but chuckled at her remark. He was used to her attitude, they have been partners for years. From the driver’s side where he sat, the window was open and his left arm leaning out. “They’ll be out soon. Why are you always so impatient, anyways? We’ve been scouting these scum bags for weeks and we’re nearly at the tail end of the job. We’re almost done. Besides, don’t you love killing sex traffickers?”
Cora made an annoyed face at him, considering his point, but he didn’t see it. “Yes, almost as much as I hate waiting..”
“Yeah, I can tell. Patience, the Commander will murder us if we blow this job. We’ve worked too hard on this case to ruin it now, running in, guns blazing like we normally do.” Erik said, smiling.
Crispy smiled and snorted in a quick laugh. “I like those jobs the best.”
Erik laughed, “Here, while we wait, why don’t you tell me one of your crazy ass stories again? You know, the ones that you THINK are real?”
“They ARE real, Erik..” Cora said, in a tone that told Erik she was getting weary of his doubt, but provided no additional information to try to convince him.
Erik scoffed. “Oh give me a break. You know that’s impossible. There is NO way they could be, Perkins.” He said, smiling, “There’s NO way you’re from that far back. Sheesh, we should get your head checked out. How dumb do you think I am?”
Cora scoffed this time. “My head is fine. You don’t have to believe me, I don’t care. Besides. How COULD I make this shit up, anyways?”
“You read a lot of books?” Erik shot her a look as if he still wasn’t buying it, but nevertheless, still enjoyed the stories she told. Cora never pressed the issue with him. That would be silly and futile. He would never believe her, and he already thought she was crazy enough to begin with so it was the perfect alibi. To everyone else, they were just stories. But to her, it was her life. No one really truly needed to know or to find out she made a deal with demons well over two thousand years ago, and that’s the only reason she was alive today. Cora trusted Erik with her life, and he was harmless, but if word got out she was that old, it would only make her life more difficult than it already was, and she went through enough shit already.
“Fine.” She said, and thought for a moment, “I’ll tell you a story. You’ll like this one.”
THE PAST
Cora usually dreamed.
Most of the time, they were nightmares. Visions and terrors of the father she murdered years ago tormenting her, beating her with his club. Just like he used to when she was a child. In her dreams she was always a weak child, in darkness, unable to get away. The nightmares always ended with him catching up to her, and beating her to oblivion.
But not this time.
This time, it was different. It's completely dark, she couldn't see a damn thing. She's crawling through a tunnel, the darkness is overwhelming. That's when she could feel the tendrils. Tendrils of absolutely darkness reaching out for me as I crawl, like fingers of the void. They surround her, they wrap around her, she struggle but she can't shake them loose. She feels like they're about to choke her tightly..and then they're gone, and she gasps for air in panic and fright. She feels something brush up against her leg. There is..something else here. She can sense it. Something beyond my senses, something evil. The sixth sense of her military training sending her fight or flight gut reaction into overdrive. It choose flight. Suddenly, silence. A deafening silence. Time. Time is..still? Dragging on. She can no longer sense anything.
Then, she hears it. The buzzing, droning noise. Screams. In the distance. Her perception struggles to make it out. Then she feels sick. Sick to her stomach. She doubles over. Her hands go to her stomach and it's wet. Soft. Organic. She looks at her hands, and she can't see it, but she knows it's her blood. She knows. Her fingers move around her stomach again and to her horror she's gut open like a pig to the slaughter. The wound, as she touches, it's..a mass..of tiny worm like beings, writhing, squirming, EATING.
I open my mouth to scream.
"GHHAA!"
Crispy startled awake, violently. Chained by her neck and wrists, she was in an uncomfortable position, and very weak. It took a moment for her brain to process what was going on. Ok, Cora, think. Pull yourself together. I'm in a cave, it looks like. And i'm a prisoner. You've also been poisoned, that's probably how they knocked you out and were able to drag you..here..wherever HERE is. Feels like..Drow. And where's...? Chubby!
She looks around and sees Chubby in the same fate. Sad, but happy that he is with her. She was cold, and realized that she was weaponless, and stripped down to her underwear. The scars and old wounds could be plainly seen, as well the very lean, muscular physique she achieved while in the military. In any other situation, she could be considered fit and beautiful. Right now it looked like she was dragged through the mud, She took a moment and her tight muscles bulged and struggled against the restraints, but she was a bit too weak still. She gave up and just looked around at her surroundings, and the others.
"Chubby..!" She weakly called out.
Crispy was on point. She was always more aware of their surroundings than he was. Besides, he was excitedly distracted by the vein of porcini mushrooms they just discovered in the cave. He was stooped down, picking them by the handful and gently placing them into his pack when he felt a stinging sensation on the back of his neck.
"Damn you, Crispy! No time for games...."
Blackness.
Chubby groggily woke up in the cave to the sound of his LOUD snoring. Damn, and that was a good dream too. Where the heck is he, he wondered. And is that elvish he heard in the room, before that filthy wine drinking Drow witch started blathering on about slaves?
"Dammed Drow. They're nuttin but pajama-Wearing, Basket-Faced, Slipper-Wielding, Clype-Dreep-Bachle, Gether-Uping-Blate-Maw, Bleathering, Gomeril, Jessie, Oaf-Looking, Scooner, Nyaff, Plookie, Shan, Milk-Drinking, Soy-Faced Shilpit, Mim-Moothed, Sniveling, Worm-Eyed, Hotten-Blaugh, Vile-Stoochie, Cally-Breek-Tatties."
Chubby would go on, but at that point he heard Crispy's quiet call for help. Leaping to his feat, Chubby rushes over to Crispy's side and helps her up to a sitting position.
"Take it easy, luv. I'm here."
Finally noticing the bonds that entangle him, Chubby will attempt to break apart the chains that are wrapped around his wrists by using his brute strength: (STR check: 21)
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
"Thanks," Crispy sighed, trying to get her eyes to focus more on her surroundings. "Wow, who would have thought we'd get into THIS kind of trouble foraging shrooms. Guess we should have gone right, instead of left. I thought a dwarf knows his way around caves?!" she teased.
She looks down at her stomach and touched it. Same good ole flat stomach, but..not gutted like a pig. The few scars were there, that was normal, but the dream was so fresh in her mind. Where was her clothing? She didn't mind being half naked, but those were HER things, and she wanted them BACK.
"I had..a dream.." she said to Chubby as he tried to break the restraints. "Not like my usual dreams, this one was different." She shook her head. "It's hard to describe. Like..something evil, something dark." She gave up trying to explain it, because she just didn't know how. "Hells, where ARE we?"
Then she noticed something, and lowered her voice. "And..we're not alone."
Those who were awake, and aware enough already would feel the eyes of the other beings, having gone mysteriously silent as the newcomers awoke, one-by-one. some seeming bemused by the reactions they were watching. Shifting in their own chains. Finally, tiny Derro would slink out of the shadows with a bright smile on his tiny face. He seemed roughly the size and build of a Dwarf, if Dwarves were able to appear emaciated. His skin was a sooty-grey, his hair, stark-white, along with a handlebar mustache, and eastern-human beard. Wearing a thin scarf, the only thing keeping him from being as exposed as the rest of the piled beings. [Broken Common]"Why hello there! I, uh, see you are... new! My.. name is.. Bupeddo. Perhaps you... would like to... hear a story or... tell me one?" he says, seeming talkative and somewhat eccentric, if nothing else.
A sneering, but defeated grunt is heard in another corner, a Drow Male, stand up up, and shifting away from Chubby, apparently understanding what was said, but seeming to have no desire to do anything about it. Eventually sitting down in the opposite corner, farthest away from the Dwarf.
Again, you hear a feral growl from another point in the cell, though somehow it seems inquisitive, more than threatening. It also seems to be the furthest one away from every other being in the cell. Whether they were avoiding it, or vice-versa, was impossible to tell right now.
Two more Derro are huddling together near where the Female Drow, Who was clearly a Preistess of some kind, had been several minutes ago. They did not seem frightened in the slightest, but they did seem nervous, though of what was impossible to tell.
A Dwarf could be found sleeping, fetal positioned not far from the Twin-Derro, seemingly unable to be awoken by all the commotion.
Next to the Dwarf, was a Kou-Toa, a largely fat, slimy fish-like being, similar to Lizardfolk in physical anatomy, aside from thier never-closing eyes, and in his case, bulbous chin, in the shape of what could almost be called a Frog-Fish hybrid. He seemed to be in a Trance, or at-least in a perpetually zen-like state.
However, one captive stood now, grunting, his mouth curling in the twisted-smile of bloodlust that most of his race were known for. Making a direct, and swift walk right towards Chubby, just as the Dwarf managed to break his bonds through sheer-force, freeing both of his hands, though his waist would still be bound, and the chain would fall limply, as if it were a new accessory. The Orc rained spittle across the Dwarfs head as he yelled in [Broken Common] "Ha ha ha! Weak Dwarf Feel Sad at Weakest Human! Must ...." he paused, looking for a word, and unable to find it, growled "Must failure of race. Catched by Black-Elfs!" another fit of laughter, before kicking at Chubbys' face - Unceremoniously missing, despite his target being distracted, and still.
During this commotion, just as a fight was apparently about to begin, the Deep Gnome that had been watching everything unfold before, sidled up to Cade. His voice almost silky and debonair as he spoke, [Common] "Hello there my Impish friend~ It seems some of your... comrades?" he said, before continuing without allowing him time to respond "How would you like to uh.. make a bet? I'll give you hmm... this sharp rock, if Ront.. that's uh..the Orc, by the way, wins. Whaddya say? And if You lose, you have to give me something valuable to you. We godda deal? " He would finish, finally, by offering Cade his hand, to seal the deal.
Lastly, a tiny Myconid Sproutling, the one who had been whimpering during the priestess' tirade, tried to hide behind the nearest available body, which happened to be Evrik, and shaking uncontrollably, obviously in terror once more.
The Derro, shifting away from the ensuing fight, but seeming otherwise uneffected. "Perhaps later, let us... talk more, yes"
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Chubby -You successfully Break the Bindings, at-least on your wrists.
Ront - Attack Roll -4
@ Penguini, apologies, I may have misrepresented the bindings, but they aren't attatched to the wall. they essentially only bind your torso/arms!
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Crispy studied each of the other captives as her eyes adjusted to the darkness as well as they could. She was about to say something to Buppido..but noticed the Orc getting in Chubby's face. Her senses went to yellow alert, then, when he kicked at the old dwarf, went to red.
A burning feeling swelled in her belly, and she got hot and defensive. She hated bullies. An anger combined with a sense of protection welled up in her, and she strained with all her might to try and break her binding. She growled loudly as she strained.
Strength: 3
"You LEAVE him ALONE!" She growled at Ront. "Why don't you pick on someone your OWN size, halfwit?! Or am I too much WOMAN for you."
As the poison wanes and he becomes keenly aware of his situation, the lizardfolk skitters to the back of the cage. His breath quickly and shallow, as he attempts to quickly take stock of the others he is detained with. His cold eyes glance over all the other occupants - many unfamiliar and varied occupants. However, his reptilian eyes can discern little else in this low light.
When the female drow approaches their cell, he instinctively raises a hand to cast a spell, but soon realizes the extent of his restraints. He snorts at her comments. As she departs with her two guards the frill around his neck ruffles some.
He slumps back to the ground, against the bars, and looks over the others again. He looks to the goblin and smiles, as if he believes he won't have to worry about his next meal. Thinking to himself: That leg bone would also make a good club.
"Woah there little one, take a breath and get hold of yourself." Evrik tries to calm the Sproutling hoping he can gain some information from the creature once it calms down a bit. Turning back towards the commotion Evrik sees the Orc approaching what appears to be another dwarf. Perhaps one of his friends from the caravan he was with prior to, well, this. What is this?
He walks up to the Gnome and the goblin looking creature he saw before, "Are we just going to stand here and place bets? What the hell is happening?"
Evrik takes a step back, lowers his head and whispers a few cryptic words, attempting to conjure the screech of a hawk right behind the head of the Orc hoping to distract the aggressor and draw him away from what may be one of Evrik's traveling companions. {cast Thaumaturgy}
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Chubby laughs at Ront's pathetic attempt at a kick. Making a witty retort back, he gestures to what he believes to be a growling cat in the cell with them, "What's the matter, orc, cat got your tongue?"
And with that wonderfully distracting move, Chubby will shove Ront with the intention of knocking him prone: (Strength (Athletics) check = 10)
Aaaaaaaand with that pathetic shove, Chubby chuckles and slaps the orc on the back, heartily. "Let's stop playing, my new friend. So, what's the deal with this ugly drow witch who appears to be running this place? And more importantly, how's the food?"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
(Crispy's attempt to break her bindings fail. Leaving her wrists slightly bruised as her reward for her efforts.)
Ront laughs as she strains, despite having all but fallen flat on his own ass missing a stationary target. "HAHAHAHA, even need weak human save you! Hahahaha AHAHAHA!! then, getting back on his feet. "Womanz? You has da muscle, but tits too small. You no womanz, you are puny male with fat on chest!"
The sporeling seems to look up at Evrik, as much as it could with no eyes. Shaking still, but sensing the calming intent in your tone. Following you as you move toward the Goblin and Deep-Gnome. The Gnome quickly turning to you, as if he saw an opportunity, though still waiting for his answer from his original target. A bright, knowing smile appearing on his face as he rubs his hands together, "Oh, you want in? Who you gonna bet on? What are you willing to lose? Actually, I bet you're too afraid to intervene!" a glint in his eye showing he was hoping you would "And if you win, I'll give you somethin' special!" Then, the sporeling shoved one of his tendrils-for-legs into Evriks ear, leaving something there, that shifts deeper down, to the point it could no longer be taken out without some outside magic, or a chirurgeon. You don't however sense any malice from it, and start to hear.. something.
The noise coming from the cell had attracted some nearby soldiers, each with a crossbow, aimed inside the cell, but took no shots. They seemed amused, excited. It appears they had no intention of helping anyone, yet. If anything they seemed to encourage the fight, cheering the orc on in their Grating-[Elvish].
The Orc just slightly dodges the shove attempt, only to feel the slap on his back. The guards, egging him on, causing him to feel emboldened, strikes out once more, either not hearing, or not caring what Chubby had to say, throws an arcing right hook with his meaty fist. (Attack Roll 13)
Just barely missing the attack, but grazing Chubby's cheeks with the side of his fist.
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The lizardman is suddenly distracted from his prospective meal upon hearing the gnome's offer, "Is that offer available for anyone?" Without waiting for an answer he stands and walks over the the orc. Looking down at his chained hands he smiles. Then with a sneer, he says to Ront, "Fortunately I do not need these." With that a hatred appears in his eyes and he lunges out with his mouth wide.
Bite Attack: 21 Damage: 3
The Lizards Bite finds it's mark in the orcs shoulder. A small chunk of it coming off if the Lizard chose to pull. The Orc crying out in pain, caught off guard by the lizard, who had only just recently been sleeping. All the aggression drained form his face, almost as if he'd been cowed into submission. The orc would back away from the lizardman, almost warily, holding both hands up as a sign of submission, which was strange.. for an orc to give up so easily. Any sign of pride on his face was nowhere to be seen.
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Crispy looks at the whole exchange, the pain in her wrists burning. She was no stranger to pain and bruises, but no one picked on her best friend. She called out in Ront's direction.
"Ain't so tough NOW, eh?" she says, but it was strange for an Orc to submit so easily. Something was going on, but the guards at the gate looked dangerous, and she didn't have her things, and wanted to make sure Chubby was OK. "And my tits are not THAT small.." she whispered to herself, annoyed.
She held up her arms to Chubby, as if asking if he could break the restraints.
Arthasis only slowly came to his senses, trying to make sense of the muffled voices all around him. His pounding head made them difficult to understand at first, but he was sure that they weren’t familiar. It took him a minute to get his bearings while his eyes adjusted to the almost utter darkness surrounding him. As he finally came to the realization that he had been captured, his heart began to race at an alarming rate, pumping the adrenalin through his body and prompting him to sit up.
As he continued to fight for consciousness, the pale man, who was in his early thirties, ran his bound hands through his short blonde hair, trying to find an injury that would have explained the excruciating pain in his head. He soon noticed that there was a fight going on between two of his fellow prisoners. A dwarf and an orc were at each other’s throat. “Pathetic!”, Arthasis thought just as he noticed a couple of Drow guards had approached the cells.
Just then it seemed that another prisoner joined the fray. A lizard man for all he could tell in the darkness. He didn’t know why they were fighting and also didn’t really care. As his body slowly adapted to the circumstances he started to look for possible ways out of his captivity. The first priority though would be the break his bonds.
“Guys!”, he was trying to make himself heard, “Can someone get me out of these chains.”
Evrik shakes his head and rubs his ear against his shoulder. "Now that was a new sensation!" He then glances over at the gnome and replies, "My money was on the dwarf but looks like your champion is getting a little yellow." Evrik then stains against his restraints in an attempt to break free. (Strength check 10)
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As the orc backs of submissively, "I think the dwarf was trying to offer a truce." He looks at the orc as if he should know what he needs to do. As the bully has been dealt with, the lizardman then walks straight up to the deep gnome and holds out a hand, not saying a word.
Seeing that everyone was awake and more or less well, Cade lets out a sigh of relief. A few seconds later, he is staring at the growing spectacle with the corner of his eyes twitching ever so much. It stops the moment the gnome enters the picture. Though he occasionally throws a glance over the gnome's shoulder to see how the fight progresses, Cade otherwise gives him his full, if albeit clearly wary attention. But in answer, all he gives is simple shake of the head to the sides before bowing slightly at the waist.
At Edrik's question, Cade will just calmly look back to the fight, see its end swiftly, and then looks back to the dwarf and just gestures to it as if to ask 'Problem solved?'. If he catches sight of the sprout-ling digging into the dwarf's ear, he'll flinch, and start to raise a hand in warning. But upon noting no egregious discomfort, the 'imp' will just loft a brow at the sprout-ling.... then take a step or two away from it.
Finding a convenient distraction in Arthasis, Cade makes his way casually over to him first, and warily motions for silence. "Do. You. Have. Plan? Or. Attract. More. Attention. Here?" Even at a whisper, his voice -- though a rasp as if unused for several weeks or even longer -- is a rich and deep baritone. Cade then points to the dwarf and human pair and adds. "Rash. Dangerous. They'll come. Again... Won't be as... Foolish... Find way. First... Trade even. Watch. Listen... Patience." At those last words, he points to the deep gnome who he hoped hadn't followed him. Hearing another bonds break, Cade flinches at the noise, but won't break his gaze on Arthasis until a thought occurs to him.
After first looking to the gate to see or hear if anymore guards were approaching, he starts to scan the prison, searching for any signs of spiders or strangeness about the formation of the stone.
Perception: 23
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
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He continues to try to free himself from his constraints but thus far Evrik had bed unsuccessful. But that feeling in his ear... He thought he heard something. Maybe... Evrik kneeled down and became very quiet and just listened... (preception 5)
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