When pulled back to solid ground, Immotichey drops to a knee as the dizzying sensation overtakes him. This having been the closest brush with death he has had in his life causes a visceral reaction which brings up the contents of his stomach.
Now sufficiently cowed, the lizardman doesn't dare think to meet the gaze of the drow priestess. He remains there, trembling, and nods in an understanding of her threats. He tries to take a calming breath and takes some solace in the fact that he may be able to leverage his race to survive a bit longer here.
“That worked well enough”, Arthasis told himself. Maybe even better than he had intended, considering the advances of the murderous priestess right in front of him. But the warlock was willing to do almost anything to strip himself of these shackles and it definitely seemed a lot more desirable than the fate the wretched orc had just met. “I am at your service, mistress.”, he announced without hesitation before he was dragged away from her again. If there would be an opportunity presenting itself to him, Arthasis would pounce on it. Maybe a weapon he could get a hold of, or a key he could use. His resolve to leave this place had never been stronger, as the drow’s hospitality made for a dangerously low life expectancy.
DM Notice, this post contains a FTB Scene (FADE TO BLACK) meaning there is an adult situation, which is NOT IN ANY WAY DESCRIBED IN ANY LEVEL OF DETAIL.
A knowing smile creeped across the priestess' visage, her head rising at ever so slight an angle, like a predator who knows it's already won, and is simply teasing it's prey. Looking down at her past her own nose, Asha, the priestess would all but gloat as she spoke, "Good. Atleast one of you understands the situation you are in. You are not as boorish as you look. Perhaps you can earn my favor by teaching it to the rest of your fellow slaves. I might even give you an extra serving of Gloomshroom Soup."
Now, her scornful gaze fell upon Chubby, curling her lip in hate. "Oh? is that so? Soldiers, take him to the mess kitchen. Let him show us his 'skill,' and test it yourselves. If it should fail to delight you, Kindly show our Quaggoths the delight of feasting on his legs. Then cauterize the wound so he does not bleed out. Is this an acceptable arrangement for you? Or were your claims a mummers farce?" Should he still accept, he would be dragged off by a pair of drow soldiers, across the Silken Bridge, and into the stalagmite, appearing once more across the farther Silk bridge, until eventually disappearing into the darkness beyond the sight of those by the cell. If not, he would do as the rest of the prisoners would soon be commanded to.
With that, she would turn, shouting "We are done here. Put them all to the usual tests." and with that, She, Jorlan, and Arthasis, would come down into the throng, crossing the silk bridge, and again the other.
Arthasis Continued:
As the human was led across the bridge, he could tell it was sturdy enough to not break without excessive force, or certain magics. The soldiers 'guiding' him, tried to make sure he saw as little as possible, but the place was illuminated in that same dim light, allowing him to see this was a guard post, or barracks perhaps. Two more soldiers were here, looking down through a carved hole that could only be described as a massive window in the rock.
It was Minimalist, but did have a large Zurkwood table in the center, and enough chairs for four people at a time. Against one curved wall, was a spidersilk webbing sticking to the walls, interlaid with large hooks, holding many, various weapons, such as crossbows, swords, shortswords and a few shields. Many chests, that looked like weapons and armor lockers, and racks were against the far wall. though their contents were hidden from his view.
It would also be noticeable that the guards seemed exceedingly bored, despite their vigil, they were playing a game of dice until the priestess had entered, atleast.
Once on the other side, he would have to cross a much larger silk bridge, this one spanning almost a full hundred yards to the next hanging formation. On the way, arthasis would hear the waterfall get ever louder, and if he looked, he would see a massive, fifteen yard deluge to his left, falling into the base of the cave-chamber below, though he could not see all the way to the bottom if he chose to look.
Once inside the new formations interior, the Soldiers would be dismissed, and he would just barely be able to see, In the center of the room was a massive spider! However the priestess assured him he was safe, and the spider did not seem to move at all. He would be led to a nearby bed, made out of what he could only assume was luxurious spider-silk. And he was pushed down onto it, all while Jorlan watched with faint interest. The priestess doing similar, climbing atop the bed as well. Though never unlocking his bindings. She would lean into his ear, whispering "If you are as powerful as you claim.. then perhaps you can be of use to me, and Jorlan..." her voice low.. conspiratorial, husky, a venomous purr. "I am more worthy of this post than that (sloot) Ilyvara. We can reach a mutually beneficial agreement, I believe." her fingers tracing his cheeks, and features, biting her lower lip though whether because of him ,or the plot weaving itself in her head, he could not tell. Jorlan simply nodded the affirmative, letting Asha explain.
She would continue, though her face betrayed the eagerness of her plot. "You want out, and I want up. I have been here much longer than Ilyvara, I should be commanding this outpost. But because she is a Mizzrym it was all but dropped in her lap. Now, I can use you, to foil her. My co-conspiritor Jorlan, has his own reasons for wishing to help. So... I will have it setup so you can escape, Jorlan will facilitate soon, you need only wait until he does. You may take whomever you wish with you, I do not care. The more ruckus you cause, the more a fool she shall appear to be, and her failure will be utter."
The last part almost a shout, her eyes wide as if it was already playing out in her head, though it was clear she was not insane.
Continuing, "Be warned, however.. I do not control the warriors, and can do nothing to stop them from killing you, which they probably will. As long as you cause mayhem, whether you live or die, matters not to me. So do your best, oh great and powerful mage. But know, tonight you have signed a pact that cannot be broken, for pain of death. Now, let us be about other business."
Just before this, you notice a rather large chest at the foot of the spider.. and see the familiar hem of an article of clothing.
(FTB. She was not gentle. Jorlan participates.)
(If Chubby decides to continue with his plan, he will see most everything described in the spoiler above, except the interactions with Arthasis, as he was led off before Arthasis was. He would also not stop in the same room, but continue on beyond it.)
Evrik felt as though he had studied the drow a bit more than he should have in his life before the present, but perhaps that was a guiding hand. And while he remembers more than what flashed in his memory, he could not recall it all at once.
Evrik manages to recall that Lolth is a fallen diety of the Elven pantheon, who had once betrayed Corellon, and was thusly cursed to her current status as queen of spiders, and her people, the drow, were also cursed to the Underdark.
now, she drives her people into infighting, intrigue, betrayal, ambition, on the pretense of culling the weak and unworthy.
Drow society is an absolute matriarchy, where the females rule with an iron fist over the males. The males are almost exclusively warriors or servants, though a few gain the ability to become powerful Mages, the last name Baenre seems to stick in your mind, though you cannot recall why. There are no male preists. And most females are priestesses of Lolth. And all sought to rise in the ranks, vying for Lolths favor.
You also remember their capitol city is Menzoberranzan. Dark elves embody chaos, lust, ambition, deceit, and treachery.
Almost all aspects of dark elven life was spider themed, their clothing, patterns, and more.
after Asha left, the soldiers would split the prisoners into groups of three, each guarded by no less than two soldiers, with the Elites standing at the top and bottom of the staircase at the ready.
Cade, Crispy, and Buppido.
Immo, the Deep Gnome, and the Female Dwarf.
Evrik, the Kua-Toa, and the Sullen Drow.
Stool and the twin derro, and chubby, if he chooses to stay.
Cades group was made to foist the chamberpots... all of them, from the cell, over the ledge closest to the waterfall, and to clean them out with their own hands. The drow would watch, amused, and mock them Cade, however, was commanded to sit on the ledge, while Crispy and Buppido poured every pot over Cades' head. After every pot was relieved of it's contents, they would all be forced to clean the dust from the pathway, and staircase with simple rags.
Immo, and his entourage were made to carry varying sized rocks up the staircase, which was no less than forty yards in total length, with a forty degree incline. Once at the top, they were commanded to stack them atop the other rocks, into a tower, only to then be commanded to tear it down, and carry it back down, and repeat the process.
Evriks group, being made to wash the drows' dirty linens, coil ropes. And if they failed to do so to satisfaction, determined entirely by how the drow specifically felt at that moment, to do it all again, even if they had already passed muster before.
Stools group (including Chubby, if he remained) was made to stand on their hands, organize broken crates, and move filled water barrels into a nearby storage, containing only more of the same.
The drow spoke among themselves whenever they thought the prisoners weren't listening.
Each group was made to perform these, and similar, mundane, or pointless repetitive tasks for the next eight hours, before being allowed to return to their cell. Each was handed a single bowl of of Gloomshroom soup, and a bite's worth of bread. None of the (npc) prisoners tried to steal anyone's food, too exhausted to try, and still cowed from the events from the day.
Arthasis still gone, as well as chubby, if he decided to leave, otherwise, he is here.
((Everyone in the cell, roll a 1d20, and a 1d10. Add the results together, and show the total.))
((Arthasis, make a DC12 Perception Roll))
((Chubby, if you left with your plan, also roll a DC12 Perception Check.))
DM Footnote.. My gosh this post took me FOUR HOURS!!!!!
Chubby eagerly accepted the priestess's offer to show off his cooking skills. Crispy was correct, of course, in understanding his true motives (where there is a kitchen, there are sharp pointy objects to be stolen).
In the kitchen, Chubby makes a smorgasbord of delectable vittles. Multiple tuberroots (potatoes, carrots, turnips and blood-fists), the ever popular mezpuu "Goldsponge" (a large vine fruit with deep yellow, airy flesh), and of course a variety of mushrooms (raw, roasted, fried, and stuffed) made for a varied and tasty hors d'oeuvres.
Next, Chubby followed up with an assortment of mosses and edible lichens, sure to entice the pallets of any cave dweller. Dwarven borwul (bread), flourshes of Tol Kurr moss, and orc veal lightly cooked to keep it tender and juicy.
Desert was a variety of cakes, pies and pastries made from this mossflour, sprinkled with ground up rock candy.
.....With all this amazing food, the guards eat ten times their normal daily alloted provision, and soon find themselves groggy with sleep. Chubby uses that distraction to gather up as many kitchen knives as he can find, to bring back to the cell and share with his fellow prisoners.
Evrik dutifully performed his tasks for the day but tried to stay as close to the guards as possible listening for any clues that may be gleaned from their quiet conversations. (Perception: 16)
When he was sure the guards were not looking, he stashed one of the coils of rope to hide in the cell, hoping it could be leveraged in an escape should an opportunity present itself. (Sleight of Hand: 20)
‘Interesting’ was probably the right word to describe the latest developments. Power struggles were common amongst the drow, but he never really assumed that he would someday be part of one. Nonetheless, it was probably the best thing he had heard since coming to this wretched place, even if the prospect of flight came with a hole new deal of problems. First and foremost that the guards would probably kill them all and as the priestess made absolutely clear: she did not care one bit. He hoped that whatever Asha and Jorlan were planning would give them at least a fighting chance.
Lying on the bed, which was distinctively more comfortable than the floor of the prison cell, he noticed a large chest below the imposing spider-statute with a small piece of clothing sticking out of it, which appeared strangely familiar to him. Perception: 3
After performing his requested task, Immotichey barely has the strength in his arms to hold onto his bowl of soup. He takes his meal and collapses in a heap next to the deep gnome. In a flat tone, he says, "Well, we are alive."He raises a spoon with a weak arm, trying not to spill anything. Over his spoon, he looks at the gnome expectantly for the promised information.
Crispy was in amazing shape, but she knew she would be sore after 8 hours of manual labor. She didn't like one minute of it, especially how she was forced to degrade another captive. She was hoping Chubby was able to acquire some sharp objects, and didn't say much during the day. She did observe, and watch, and casually look around the cave as she worked to better understand it's layout. Then, soon, she would make her move.
She ate the food eagerly, and stretched a bit so that the next day's soreness in her muscles would be a bit merciful.
It was just like his first few months of basic training. Only worst. But enough similarities were there that thoughts of trying to bodily throw one of the drow over the edge only infrequently came to mind. He did try to mark them in his head.
Which one favored what leg? Which one would possibly flee at the first sign of trouble? Which weapon (if any) an individual favored? Underlying tension among the guard?
(Also sorry for the added work if it becomes a thing. But it would be something he try, even if only for flavor)
Stuff like that. Whatever he could get away with without being too obvious during the work. Even if it was only small things. That aside, he never once vocally complains about the work. But he scowls from time to time at any of his fellow workers mishaps. Just for the sake of appearances, and hope of avoiding worse punishments.
He consumes only half his soup once back in the cell. The other half he goes over and warily slides to Immotichey. "You... Will.. need... Strength." He rasps, though his voice comes out clearer than earlier. He doesn't wait for answer before going over to the deep gnome next, motion him closer, and then whisper, "Trade still... open?" Cade subtly motions to the bread still in hand.
The lizardman is surprised at the generosity."Thank you,"Immotichey says with a weary voice to the goblin. "Are you sure," he asks before scooping up a spoonful. He begins to feel bad for considering eating this one's leg.
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All of the events up to this point took place at what would be nighttime, though it wouldn't be possible for you to tell this.
Chubby would manage to leave the messkitchen, and messhall where the guards slept to varying degrees, including a Quaggoth or two who had participated in the meal, though they would catch the Dwarf off-guard with their constant sudden scratching against the rock, and throaty growls as he was making his way out, though they still slept soundly.
As chubby would leave the messhall, which was not far from the place where Arthasis was, in fact it was just a twenty yard walk straight ahead. Perhaps it was the adrenaline in the dwarf, if he experienced such things, but his ability to notice things was uncannily high, and before he would walk back to where the prisoners, he would see that the area he was in had a massive floor, while still eventually leading to an edge and a fall, had enough space for all of the prisoners easily. Another stalactite large enough to house an interior was jutting down, only a little farther to the left. A set of doors, led to what he could only assume would be more rooms, and what looked to be a staircase going down, carved into the edge of the wall. Between the two Stalactites, just barely within sight from the angle he would be at, was what looked to be a lift, guarded by atleast Two Quaggoths.
((It is assumed that Arthasis 'business' had been concluded, and the chamber is empty in the following. before Chubby enters the chamber)
As he entered the spider chamber he had walked through before his eyes would catch sight of the giant spider in the middle of the room, realizing it was only a statue. However, this statue had a total of eight ebony gemstones inlaid as the creatures eyes. His realization of this would be interrupted, as he would then notice that there was also a real giant spider, tucked away in a corner, ad was quite ready to pounce on him, as he was not accompanied by drow, the spider could only assume a fly had walked into it's lair. The last thing Chubby would notice, is that the chest at the foot of the spider statue seemed to hold the stolen possessions of the prisoners, and then, the spider pounced.
Chubby, roll a Dexterity Check DC 10 [[since you saw it]] if you succeed, you manage to dodge out of the way, or however you choose to avoid it. The spider will take 2 Bludgeoning damage as it collides face-first into the wall. You may then exit the room.
If you fail, the spider bites at you, and as you are naked, you only have your natural 13 AC. Spider Attack roll: 10 Damage: 4.
(DM after-post notice. It rerolled the roll here. Originally the spiders hit roll was 10, and damage was 6. He misses regardless))
If the spiders attack misses, you may choose to Disengage or fight it. It's AC is 14.
Evrik manages to over hear bits and pieces of conversations throughout his day, finding out that the detachment from Menzoborenzan, intended to be picking up (the player characters) will be there within the next three days. That Jorlan was no longer Ilyvara's lover, having been replaced by the other male and that he seemed to be plotting something involving that. Lastly you find out that Ilyvara's last name is Mizzrym. You successfully stash several coils of rope.
The Gnome simply shrugs "A deals a deal. What I know is limited, so don't get angry. But der is a power struggle 'ere, between the head priestess, and the one who gave us that glorious show. The scarred one, Jorlan, he used to be 'er favorite, but uh... well someting 'appened to cause those scars, and since, then he was replaced by de other guy, uhh whatsis name.. ah yea, Shoor, that's Asha's brother. I dunno though if it's some superscheme or if her brother just 'appened to be da next best choice." he shrugged, dats all I know.
Cade had gleamed precious little information despite his best attempts. He did notice that almost all the drow here appeared to be left handed, and the only tension seemed to be with the higher ups. The best piece of information he managed to gleam being that they always seemed to roam in pairs, rarely in trios.
Just as the Gnome had finished reciting this, Cade would approach, and make his offers. "All yer food, and dis baby is yurz" he says, procuring a crudely shaped and sharpened rock that, that could be wielded as a [Weapon]Dagger[/Weapon].
Arthasis would be unable to notice that the familiar item he had seen was his own armor, hastily stuffed away into a crate, intending to be shipped off. He would also be unable to tell that the statue was not a real spider, mistaking it for a very very still one.
(meant to say this last night but i forgot.. bogged down in the size of the last post)
Everyone who has the spores implanted is connected Via telepathic link. And can speak through it, silently, and undetectable, unless you make it overly obvious I.E. Looking at someone, and that someone doing something, will provoke perception checks from the NPCs.
Everyone Mind-Linked also now can understand all languages anyone else in the link can understand by proxy. All linked now may add: Kua-Toan, Elvish, Deep-Gnomish, Dwarven, Common, Orcish, Draconic, Myconid, and Druidic to their known languages, if they didn't already know it.
Arthasis awakens feeling "Well rested" and earns the achievement "Lovers Embrace"
Throughout your work day, you all managed to find various items.
Evrik: bonded with a spider, that was roughly the size of a tarantula.
Immotichey: Found a total of three gold coins lying around (+3 gold for you)
Crispy: manages to find an unattended Crossbow Bolt, the tip slicked with Drow Poison, and successfully sneak it into the cell without being caught.
Cade: slinks a rusted iron bar, that can be used as a Club into the cell similarly unnoticed.
Chubby managed to gather 10 Kitchen knives, all roughly equal to a Dagger
((UGH DM After-Post Notice#2 Same here. Originally, it rolled you found EIGHT knives))
The other NPC's collapse, exhausted. Fallign asleep.
Arthasis would eventually be removed from the chamber, rather unceremoniously, given only enough time to don his undergarments, and be rushed back to his cell. The priestess going downstairs via a rope ladder, and Jorlan, heading out the opposite door from which they had entered. Arthasis would then be taken back to his cell. The soldiers there shoving him inside with the rest after giving him his rationed meal for the day.
You side step the F out of it. (OOC: Apologies, I forgot to add the Acrobatics specifier, due to the post CONSTANTLY re-rolling my DM ROLLS! They need to find a way to fix that so that just tryign to edit your text doesn't cause the dice to reroll.. perhaps maybe a 'Lock Roll' button on the dice roller, so that that roll is uneditable, and will never reroll)
Seeing how big and bug-eyed the spider was, Chubby will make haste back to the cell with his orc steak knife goodies. However, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to make it all the way back without being seen by the guards, he’ll try to get as close as possible back to the cell, and hide his enormous girth in the shadows. (Stealth: 5)
The goblin's stomach gurgles, but he nods all the same to the lizardman. "Tch! A little.. late... for that." He gestures with his head back to the lizard. Cade then scratches at the stubble on his chin. After a few seconds, the goblin hangs his head in defeat and just say, "Tomorrow." Cade will on that note go to find a spot to sit back to keep an eye on the others until either rests to them, or it finds him first. No matter what happens, he makes a point to continue staying far away from Stool.
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Chubby would escape the room, darkvision making it easy enough to see where he was going. And the linearity of the pathways adding to that. Chubby would eventually reach the Stalactite guard-room, where the two guards had been replaced now with new guards. Both of them the lesser soldiers. These ones too, are distracted playing a game of cards. Perception: 4
Despite all possible odds, chubby manages to sneak past them, and make his way to the cell. However, a new problem presented itself... How will he get back in the cell? Two soldiers stand guard the entrance.
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The Gnome hands him the Daggre-rock, and says "Don't forget now, or I might just have to not remember something in the future. "
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Players may choose whether they're awake or not to listen to Arthasis' plotting and information.
Cade now has stage 1 Exhaustion Until he completes 1 long rest.
The last few hours might have been a nice distraction but the way the guards shoved him back into the cells reminded him that there were important decisions to be made and a lot of planning to be done. The priestess’ plan could be set into motion at any given moment, so time was of the essence. But first Arthasis devoured the meal provided to him, staving off the hunger from the rather draining activities he had been submitted to.
The warlock looked around the cell and noticed that most of his fellow prisoners were already asleep. This was probably a good thing because the less people who knew about the plot, the more likely it would be for it to stay secret. He approached the ones still awake and motioned them to come closer. Then, he began explaining the situation. “If we play our cards right we might make it out of this hole. I learned some interesting things from the priestess…”, he hesitated briefly thinking about what he just said and smiling, “…There is some kind of weird power struggle going on behind the scenes. The one priestess who took me with her is trying the overthrow the outpost’s leader.” He let that sink in for a moment before he continued, “She and the scarred drow want us to try to escape, making the leader look incompetent in the process. Somehow they will be facilitating things for us but we would still be forced to fight our way out of here.” Arthasis tried to stress the next thing he was saying, “Even if it’s dangerous, it’s probably the only chance we’ll ever get.”
Crispy listened to Arthasisisis’s story with much interest. A power struggle. This was the opportunity we needed. Crispy didnt sleep much because of her night terrors, so stays up to listen, observe, and wait for Chubby to come back with something sharp. He was so fat, it would take a miracle for him to stealth past the guards, so she was worried for him.
Cade listened on as well, but with some obvious degree of doubt. Even if the story was true, they were just as likely to be set-up at the end. Or worse, she could even ensure that all focus was on 'them' after the initial escape. He voices as much in the same broken tongue, as well as mention that the escape 'has' to be tomorrow. "More room... from... hunters. And... buyers."He whispers solemnly. "Also, patrol less likely... likely to change from... Pairs."Cade rubs at his throat and looks around. It is at that point he gives Crispy a questioning look. "Shadow?"
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When pulled back to solid ground, Immotichey drops to a knee as the dizzying sensation overtakes him. This having been the closest brush with death he has had in his life causes a visceral reaction which brings up the contents of his stomach.
Now sufficiently cowed, the lizardman doesn't dare think to meet the gaze of the drow priestess. He remains there, trembling, and nods in an understanding of her threats. He tries to take a calming breath and takes some solace in the fact that he may be able to leverage his race to survive a bit longer here.
“That worked well enough”, Arthasis told himself. Maybe even better than he had intended, considering the advances of the murderous priestess right in front of him. But the warlock was willing to do almost anything to strip himself of these shackles and it definitely seemed a lot more desirable than the fate the wretched orc had just met. “I am at your service, mistress.”, he announced without hesitation before he was dragged away from her again. If there would be an opportunity presenting itself to him, Arthasis would pounce on it. Maybe a weapon he could get a hold of, or a key he could use. His resolve to leave this place had never been stronger, as the drow’s hospitality made for a dangerously low life expectancy.
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A knowing smile creeped across the priestess' visage, her head rising at ever so slight an angle, like a predator who knows it's already won, and is simply teasing it's prey. Looking down at her past her own nose, Asha, the priestess would all but gloat as she spoke, "Good. Atleast one of you understands the situation you are in. You are not as boorish as you look. Perhaps you can earn my favor by teaching it to the rest of your fellow slaves. I might even give you an extra serving of Gloomshroom Soup."
Now, her scornful gaze fell upon Chubby, curling her lip in hate. "Oh? is that so? Soldiers, take him to the mess kitchen. Let him show us his 'skill,' and test it yourselves. If it should fail to delight you, Kindly show our Quaggoths the delight of feasting on his legs. Then cauterize the wound so he does not bleed out. Is this an acceptable arrangement for you? Or were your claims a mummers farce?" Should he still accept, he would be dragged off by a pair of drow soldiers, across the Silken Bridge, and into the stalagmite, appearing once more across the farther Silk bridge, until eventually disappearing into the darkness beyond the sight of those by the cell. If not, he would do as the rest of the prisoners would soon be commanded to.
With that, she would turn, shouting "We are done here. Put them all to the usual tests." and with that, She, Jorlan, and Arthasis, would come down into the throng, crossing the silk bridge, and again the other.
Arthasis Continued:
As the human was led across the bridge, he could tell it was sturdy enough to not break without excessive force, or certain magics. The soldiers 'guiding' him, tried to make sure he saw as little as possible, but the place was illuminated in that same dim light, allowing him to see this was a guard post, or barracks perhaps. Two more soldiers were here, looking down through a carved hole that could only be described as a massive window in the rock.
It was Minimalist, but did have a large Zurkwood table in the center, and enough chairs for four people at a time. Against one curved wall, was a spidersilk webbing sticking to the walls, interlaid with large hooks, holding many, various weapons, such as crossbows, swords, shortswords and a few shields. Many chests, that looked like weapons and armor lockers, and racks were against the far wall. though their contents were hidden from his view.
It would also be noticeable that the guards seemed exceedingly bored, despite their vigil, they were playing a game of dice until the priestess had entered, atleast.
Once on the other side, he would have to cross a much larger silk bridge, this one spanning almost a full hundred yards to the next hanging formation. On the way, arthasis would hear the waterfall get ever louder, and if he looked, he would see a massive, fifteen yard deluge to his left, falling into the base of the cave-chamber below, though he could not see all the way to the bottom if he chose to look.
Once inside the new formations interior, the Soldiers would be dismissed, and he would just barely be able to see, In the center of the room was a massive spider! However the priestess assured him he was safe, and the spider did not seem to move at all. He would be led to a nearby bed, made out of what he could only assume was luxurious spider-silk. And he was pushed down onto it, all while Jorlan watched with faint interest. The priestess doing similar, climbing atop the bed as well. Though never unlocking his bindings. She would lean into his ear, whispering "If you are as powerful as you claim.. then perhaps you can be of use to me, and Jorlan..." her voice low.. conspiratorial, husky, a venomous purr. "I am more worthy of this post than that (sloot) Ilyvara. We can reach a mutually beneficial agreement, I believe." her fingers tracing his cheeks, and features, biting her lower lip though whether because of him ,or the plot weaving itself in her head, he could not tell. Jorlan simply nodded the affirmative, letting Asha explain.
She would continue, though her face betrayed the eagerness of her plot. "You want out, and I want up. I have been here much longer than Ilyvara, I should be commanding this outpost. But because she is a Mizzrym it was all but dropped in her lap. Now, I can use you, to foil her. My co-conspiritor Jorlan, has his own reasons for wishing to help. So... I will have it setup so you can escape, Jorlan will facilitate soon, you need only wait until he does. You may take whomever you wish with you, I do not care. The more ruckus you cause, the more a fool she shall appear to be, and her failure will be utter."
The last part almost a shout, her eyes wide as if it was already playing out in her head, though it was clear she was not insane.
Continuing, "Be warned, however.. I do not control the warriors, and can do nothing to stop them from killing you, which they probably will. As long as you cause mayhem, whether you live or die, matters not to me. So do your best, oh great and powerful mage. But know, tonight you have signed a pact that cannot be broken, for pain of death. Now, let us be about other business."
Just before this, you notice a rather large chest at the foot of the spider.. and see the familiar hem of an article of clothing.
(FTB. She was not gentle. Jorlan participates.)
(If Chubby decides to continue with his plan, he will see most everything described in the spoiler above, except the interactions with Arthasis, as he was led off before Arthasis was. He would also not stop in the same room, but continue on beyond it.)
Evrik felt as though he had studied the drow a bit more than he should have in his life before the present, but perhaps that was a guiding hand. And while he remembers more than what flashed in his memory, he could not recall it all at once.
Evrik manages to recall that Lolth is a fallen diety of the Elven pantheon, who had once betrayed Corellon, and was thusly cursed to her current status as queen of spiders, and her people, the drow, were also cursed to the Underdark.
now, she drives her people into infighting, intrigue, betrayal, ambition, on the pretense of culling the weak and unworthy.
Drow society is an absolute matriarchy, where the females rule with an iron fist over the males. The males are almost exclusively warriors or servants, though a few gain the ability to become powerful Mages, the last name Baenre seems to stick in your mind, though you cannot recall why. There are no male preists. And most females are priestesses of Lolth. And all sought to rise in the ranks, vying for Lolths favor.
You also remember their capitol city is Menzoberranzan. Dark elves embody chaos, lust, ambition, deceit, and treachery.
Almost all aspects of dark elven life was spider themed, their clothing, patterns, and more.
after Asha left, the soldiers would split the prisoners into groups of three, each guarded by no less than two soldiers, with the Elites standing at the top and bottom of the staircase at the ready.
Cade, Crispy, and Buppido.
Immo, the Deep Gnome, and the Female Dwarf.
Evrik, the Kua-Toa, and the Sullen Drow.
Stool and the twin derro, and chubby, if he chooses to stay.
Cades group was made to foist the chamberpots... all of them, from the cell, over the ledge closest to the waterfall, and to clean them out with their own hands. The drow would watch, amused, and mock them Cade, however, was commanded to sit on the ledge, while Crispy and Buppido poured every pot over Cades' head. After every pot was relieved of it's contents, they would all be forced to clean the dust from the pathway, and staircase with simple rags.
Immo, and his entourage were made to carry varying sized rocks up the staircase, which was no less than forty yards in total length, with a forty degree incline. Once at the top, they were commanded to stack them atop the other rocks, into a tower, only to then be commanded to tear it down, and carry it back down, and repeat the process.
Evriks group, being made to wash the drows' dirty linens, coil ropes. And if they failed to do so to satisfaction, determined entirely by how the drow specifically felt at that moment, to do it all again, even if they had already passed muster before.
Stools group (including Chubby, if he remained) was made to stand on their hands, organize broken crates, and move filled water barrels into a nearby storage, containing only more of the same.
The drow spoke among themselves whenever they thought the prisoners weren't listening.
Each group was made to perform these, and similar, mundane, or pointless repetitive tasks for the next eight hours, before being allowed to return to their cell. Each was handed a single bowl of of Gloomshroom soup, and a bite's worth of bread. None of the (npc) prisoners tried to steal anyone's food, too exhausted to try, and still cowed from the events from the day.
Arthasis still gone, as well as chubby, if he decided to leave, otherwise, he is here.
((Everyone in the cell, roll a 1d20, and a 1d10. Add the results together, and show the total.))
((Arthasis, make a DC12 Perception Roll))
((Chubby, if you left with your plan, also roll a DC12 Perception Check.))
DM Footnote.. My gosh this post took me FOUR HOURS!!!!!
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Chubby eagerly accepted the priestess's offer to show off his cooking skills. Crispy was correct, of course, in understanding his true motives (where there is a kitchen, there are sharp pointy objects to be stolen).
In the kitchen, Chubby makes a smorgasbord of delectable vittles. Multiple tuberroots (potatoes, carrots, turnips and blood-fists), the ever popular mezpuu "Goldsponge" (a large vine fruit with deep yellow, airy flesh), and of course a variety of mushrooms (raw, roasted, fried, and stuffed) made for a varied and tasty hors d'oeuvres.
Next, Chubby followed up with an assortment of mosses and edible lichens, sure to entice the pallets of any cave dweller. Dwarven borwul (bread), flourshes of Tol Kurr moss, and orc veal lightly cooked to keep it tender and juicy.
Desert was a variety of cakes, pies and pastries made from this mossflour, sprinkled with ground up rock candy.
.....With all this amazing food, the guards eat ten times their normal daily alloted provision, and soon find themselves groggy with sleep. Chubby uses that distraction to gather up as many kitchen knives as he can find, to bring back to the cell and share with his fellow prisoners.
Chubby's DC12 perception check: 20
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
(In cell: 15)
Evrik dutifully performed his tasks for the day but tried to stay as close to the guards as possible listening for any clues that may be gleaned from their quiet conversations. (Perception: 16)
When he was sure the guards were not looking, he stashed one of the coils of rope to hide in the cell, hoping it could be leveraged in an escape should an opportunity present itself. (Sleight of Hand: 20)
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‘Interesting’ was probably the right word to describe the latest developments. Power struggles were common amongst the drow, but he never really assumed that he would someday be part of one. Nonetheless, it was probably the best thing he had heard since coming to this wretched place, even if the prospect of flight came with a hole new deal of problems. First and foremost that the guards would probably kill them all and as the priestess made absolutely clear: she did not care one bit. He hoped that whatever Asha and Jorlan were planning would give them at least a fighting chance.
Lying on the bed, which was distinctively more comfortable than the floor of the prison cell, he noticed a large chest below the imposing spider-statute with a small piece of clothing sticking out of it, which appeared strangely familiar to him. Perception: 3
(In the cell: 10)
After performing his requested task, Immotichey barely has the strength in his arms to hold onto his bowl of soup. He takes his meal and collapses in a heap next to the deep gnome. In a flat tone, he says, "Well, we are alive." He raises a spoon with a weak arm, trying not to spill anything. Over his spoon, he looks at the gnome expectantly for the promised information.
Crispy was in amazing shape, but she knew she would be sore after 8 hours of manual labor. She didn't like one minute of it, especially how she was forced to degrade another captive. She was hoping Chubby was able to acquire some sharp objects, and didn't say much during the day. She did observe, and watch, and casually look around the cave as she worked to better understand it's layout. Then, soon, she would make her move.
She ate the food eagerly, and stretched a bit so that the next day's soreness in her muscles would be a bit merciful.
d20 roll: 4
d10 roll: 5
Kapooyah, nat20. I'm next to be sacrificed =P
It was just like his first few months of basic training. Only worst. But enough similarities were there that thoughts of trying to bodily throw one of the drow over the edge only infrequently came to mind. He did try to mark them in his head.
Which one favored what leg?
Which one would possibly flee at the first sign of trouble?
Which weapon (if any) an individual favored?
Underlying tension among the guard?
Insight: 11. (Same bonus if perception)
(Also sorry for the added work if it becomes a thing. But it would be something he try, even if only for flavor)
Stuff like that. Whatever he could get away with without being too obvious during the work. Even if it was only small things. That aside, he never once vocally complains about the work. But he scowls from time to time at any of his fellow workers mishaps. Just for the sake of appearances, and hope of avoiding worse punishments.
He consumes only half his soup once back in the cell. The other half he goes over and warily slides to Immotichey. "You... Will.. need... Strength." He rasps, though his voice comes out clearer than earlier. He doesn't wait for answer before going over to the deep gnome next, motion him closer, and then whisper, "Trade still... open?" Cade subtly motions to the bread still in hand.
Mystery Request Roll: 23
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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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
The lizardman is surprised at the generosity."Thank you," Immotichey says with a weary voice to the goblin. "Are you sure," he asks before scooping up a spoonful. He begins to feel bad for considering eating this one's leg.
All of the events up to this point took place at what would be nighttime, though it wouldn't be possible for you to tell this.
Chubby would manage to leave the messkitchen, and messhall where the guards slept to varying degrees, including a Quaggoth or two who had participated in the meal, though they would catch the Dwarf off-guard with their constant sudden scratching against the rock, and throaty growls as he was making his way out, though they still slept soundly.
As chubby would leave the messhall, which was not far from the place where Arthasis was, in fact it was just a twenty yard walk straight ahead. Perhaps it was the adrenaline in the dwarf, if he experienced such things, but his ability to notice things was uncannily high, and before he would walk back to where the prisoners, he would see that the area he was in had a massive floor, while still eventually leading to an edge and a fall, had enough space for all of the prisoners easily. Another stalactite large enough to house an interior was jutting down, only a little farther to the left. A set of doors, led to what he could only assume would be more rooms, and what looked to be a staircase going down, carved into the edge of the wall. Between the two Stalactites, just barely within sight from the angle he would be at, was what looked to be a lift, guarded by atleast Two Quaggoths.
((It is assumed that Arthasis 'business' had been concluded, and the chamber is empty in the following. before Chubby enters the chamber)
As he entered the spider chamber he had walked through before his eyes would catch sight of the giant spider in the middle of the room, realizing it was only a statue. However, this statue had a total of eight ebony gemstones inlaid as the creatures eyes. His realization of this would be interrupted, as he would then notice that there was also a real giant spider, tucked away in a corner, ad was quite ready to pounce on him, as he was not accompanied by drow, the spider could only assume a fly had walked into it's lair. The last thing Chubby would notice, is that the chest at the foot of the spider statue seemed to hold the stolen possessions of the prisoners, and then, the spider pounced.
Chubby, roll a Dexterity Check DC 10 [[since you saw it]] if you succeed, you manage to dodge out of the way, or however you choose to avoid it. The spider will take 2 Bludgeoning damage as it collides face-first into the wall. You may then exit the room.
If you fail, the spider bites at you, and as you are naked, you only have your natural 13 AC. Spider Attack roll: 10 Damage: 4.
(DM after-post notice. It rerolled the roll here. Originally the spiders hit roll was 10, and damage was 6. He misses regardless))
If the spiders attack misses, you may choose to Disengage or fight it. It's AC is 14.
Evrik manages to over hear bits and pieces of conversations throughout his day, finding out that the detachment from Menzoborenzan, intended to be picking up (the player characters) will be there within the next three days. That Jorlan was no longer Ilyvara's lover, having been replaced by the other male and that he seemed to be plotting something involving that. Lastly you find out that Ilyvara's last name is Mizzrym. You successfully stash several coils of rope.
The Gnome simply shrugs "A deals a deal. What I know is limited, so don't get angry. But der is a power struggle 'ere, between the head priestess, and the one who gave us that glorious show. The scarred one, Jorlan, he used to be 'er favorite, but uh... well someting 'appened to cause those scars, and since, then he was replaced by de other guy, uhh whatsis name.. ah yea, Shoor, that's Asha's brother. I dunno though if it's some superscheme or if her brother just 'appened to be da next best choice." he shrugged, dats all I know.
Cade had gleamed precious little information despite his best attempts. He did notice that almost all the drow here appeared to be left handed, and the only tension seemed to be with the higher ups. The best piece of information he managed to gleam being that they always seemed to roam in pairs, rarely in trios.
Just as the Gnome had finished reciting this, Cade would approach, and make his offers. "All yer food, and dis baby is yurz" he says, procuring a crudely shaped and sharpened rock that, that could be wielded as a [Weapon]Dagger[/Weapon].
Arthasis would be unable to notice that the familiar item he had seen was his own armor, hastily stuffed away into a crate, intending to be shipped off. He would also be unable to tell that the statue was not a real spider, mistaking it for a very very still one.
(meant to say this last night but i forgot.. bogged down in the size of the last post)
Everyone who has the spores implanted is connected Via telepathic link. And can speak through it, silently, and undetectable, unless you make it overly obvious I.E. Looking at someone, and that someone doing something, will provoke perception checks from the NPCs.
Everyone Mind-Linked also now can understand all languages anyone else in the link can understand by proxy. All linked now may add: Kua-Toan, Elvish, Deep-Gnomish, Dwarven, Common, Orcish, Draconic, Myconid, and Druidic to their known languages, if they didn't already know it.
Arthasis awakens feeling "Well rested" and earns the achievement "Lovers Embrace"
Throughout your work day, you all managed to find various items.
Evrik: bonded with a spider, that was roughly the size of a tarantula.
Immotichey: Found a total of three gold coins lying around (+3 gold for you)
Crispy: manages to find an unattended Crossbow Bolt, the tip slicked with Drow Poison, and successfully sneak it into the cell without being caught.
Cade: slinks a rusted iron bar, that can be used as a Club into the cell similarly unnoticed.
Chubby managed to gather 10 Kitchen knives, all roughly equal to a Dagger
((UGH DM After-Post Notice#2 Same here. Originally, it rolled you found EIGHT knives))
The other NPC's collapse, exhausted. Fallign asleep.
Arthasis would eventually be removed from the chamber, rather unceremoniously, given only enough time to don his undergarments, and be rushed back to his cell. The priestess going downstairs via a rope ladder, and Jorlan, heading out the opposite door from which they had entered. Arthasis would then be taken back to his cell. The soldiers there shoving him inside with the rest after giving him his rationed meal for the day.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Chubby’s DEX check: 8 to jump out of Mr. Spiders attack. (Or, Acrobatics check: 22).
And with that roll, he either gets hit by the spider (and takes no damage), or easily sidesteps its attack (and takes no damage). Your call!
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
You side step the F out of it. (OOC: Apologies, I forgot to add the Acrobatics specifier, due to the post CONSTANTLY re-rolling my DM ROLLS! They need to find a way to fix that so that just tryign to edit your text doesn't cause the dice to reroll.. perhaps maybe a 'Lock Roll' button on the dice roller, so that that roll is uneditable, and will never reroll)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Seeing how big and bug-eyed the spider was, Chubby will make haste back to the cell with his orc steak knife goodies. However, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to make it all the way back without being seen by the guards, he’ll try to get as close as possible back to the cell, and hide his enormous girth in the shadows. (Stealth: 5)
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
The goblin's stomach gurgles, but he nods all the same to the lizardman. "Tch! A little.. late... for that." He gestures with his head back to the lizard. Cade then scratches at the stubble on his chin. After a few seconds, the goblin hangs his head in defeat and just say, "Tomorrow." Cade will on that note go to find a spot to sit back to keep an eye on the others until either rests to them, or it finds him first. No matter what happens, he makes a point to continue staying far away from Stool.
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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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Chubby would escape the room, darkvision making it easy enough to see where he was going. And the linearity of the pathways adding to that. Chubby would eventually reach the Stalactite guard-room, where the two guards had been replaced now with new guards. Both of them the lesser soldiers. These ones too, are distracted playing a game of cards. Perception: 4
Despite all possible odds, chubby manages to sneak past them, and make his way to the cell. However, a new problem presented itself... How will he get back in the cell? Two soldiers stand guard the entrance.
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The Gnome hands him the Daggre-rock, and says "Don't forget now, or I might just have to not remember something in the future. "
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Players may choose whether they're awake or not to listen to Arthasis' plotting and information.
Cade now has stage 1 Exhaustion Until he completes 1 long rest.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
The last few hours might have been a nice distraction but the way the guards shoved him back into the cells reminded him that there were important decisions to be made and a lot of planning to be done. The priestess’ plan could be set into motion at any given moment, so time was of the essence. But first Arthasis devoured the meal provided to him, staving off the hunger from the rather draining activities he had been submitted to.
The warlock looked around the cell and noticed that most of his fellow prisoners were already asleep. This was probably a good thing because the less people who knew about the plot, the more likely it would be for it to stay secret. He approached the ones still awake and motioned them to come closer. Then, he began explaining the situation. “If we play our cards right we might make it out of this hole. I learned some interesting things from the priestess…”, he hesitated briefly thinking about what he just said and smiling, “…There is some kind of weird power struggle going on behind the scenes. The one priestess who took me with her is trying the overthrow the outpost’s leader.” He let that sink in for a moment before he continued, “She and the scarred drow want us to try to escape, making the leader look incompetent in the process. Somehow they will be facilitating things for us but we would still be forced to fight our way out of here.” Arthasis tried to stress the next thing he was saying, “Even if it’s dangerous, it’s probably the only chance we’ll ever get.”
Crispy listened to Arthasisisis’s story with much interest. A power struggle. This was the opportunity we needed. Crispy didnt sleep much because of her night terrors, so stays up to listen, observe, and wait for Chubby to come back with something sharp. He was so fat, it would take a miracle for him to stealth past the guards, so she was worried for him.
Cade listened on as well, but with some obvious degree of doubt. Even if the story was true, they were just as likely to be set-up at the end. Or worse, she could even ensure that all focus was on 'them' after the initial escape. He voices as much in the same broken tongue, as well as mention that the escape 'has' to be tomorrow. "More room... from... hunters. And... buyers." He whispers solemnly. "Also, patrol less likely... likely to change from... Pairs." Cade rubs at his throat and looks around. It is at that point he gives Crispy a questioning look. "Shadow?"
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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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
"Shadow..?" She eyed the goblin carefully, trying to guess what he was meaning. "Like, sneaky?"
This one spoke funny, and he seemed harmless enough. She would give it a chance. For now.