“Don’t tell me what to do Creature!”, Arthasis snapped even though the Goblin was probably right. There was no use in raising any more attention without having a reasonable plan. But he just couldn’t stand to be chained like an animal, he had to find a way out. It was the first time that he had been in a situation like this. Sure he had some run-ins with the city guard in the past, but he had always been able to talk his way out of these predicaments. He somehow felt that the drow weren’t as ‘talkative’.
“Well, if you have a plan to get out of here, let me know. I’m game.”, he said in a somewhat apologizing tone.
(Evrik fails to break free, however, his bindings DID seem to bend.. a little) (Cade sees nothing he didn't already see. His eyes strain a bit)
Evrik begins to notice a voice, emanating... from inside his own head. A timid, soft voice, coming in waves. Eventually hearing a soft thought "Thank you for your kindness strange one. I placed an rapport spore in your mind, to allow us to converse. Otherwise, we would not be able to speak. it links our minds, to allow words, as thought."
The Gnome looks to Evrik saying "I tink you heard me wrong pal, I said I'd give him something special if he won. Not if his opponent gave up!If anything it's a draw," staring up to the Lizardman, as if that was the only explanation needed, shrugging, and in a way, he 'was' right, how the Lizard would feel, is another matter altogether. And seeing as Cade had waddled off, the Gnome assumed that his bet was null with a shrug. He would, however, point to the guards, with his eyes on the Lizard, [Common]"But hey, I mean if you wanna try your luck attacking me here, with them at the ready.." he let his insinuation hang, as the soldiers called for backup, how long it would take for them to get there was anyone's guess.
Ront, just stared at the Lizard, shaking his head left and right, but otherwise unwilling to talk.
The Sporeling once more telepathically speakign to Evrik, "Are these good people? are they bad?" his mental wave insinuating he meant the newcomers. Faintly, Evrik would feel as if he could feel other minds among the Sporelings, but for now, they remained silent. When he started to listen, he would hear the faint sound of a waterfall, a moderate distance away, fallign into what sounded like a small lake. The shuffling of feet, he could count atleast fifteen, but there sounded to be more. He could faintly hear feral growling from outside the slave pens entrance, aand if not for listening so carefully, he would not have been able to tell they're somewhere.. to the right, and not far off. Before the soldiers call for backup interrupted all further noise, he could have sworn he heard a very very very distant droning noise...
'Be calm. Be calm. Its okay. Its okay.' Even after chanting those words in mind, Cade has to grit his teeth and pinch the bridge of his prodigious nose. He turns back to Arthasis. Once it seems the only other human (as far as he's been able to tell) has calm down, he starts to reach out to try and pat the man's shoulder. However, he stops short quickly realizing the foolishness of even the attempt.
"Two. Time shortens. Thanks... to them."Again, he gestures with his head back to the pair that appeared to already know each other. "One. Wait... Watch. For now. And. once quiet... again... Talk properly to... to other prisoners."Cade grimaces and smacks his lips, realizing for the first time that it has probably been awhile since their group drank anything. "Or. Be like them. Seize opportunity.. if guards. Enter... But not dumb. Drow.. Clever.. Cruel. Fought once. Long ago..."He trails off there, breathing heavily as if exhausted. "Your choice." With that, Cade will look back one last time, shake his head, and then see about putting as much distance between himself and everyone else. Even if that meant risking getting too close to the one spot in the cell everyone were actively avoiding.
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Chubby will walk over to Crispy, and with his back turned to the entrance of the prison (to shield what he's about to do), he'll Help Crispy and attempt to break the chains lashed around her wrists: (STR check: 12), without the guards being able to see what he's doing.
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Silently Arthasis watched as the Goblin trailed away from him. He had to moderate himself. Any successful escape attempt would probably depend heavily on the assistance of his fellow prisoners. Hence, it would not be wise to antagonize all of them. Even though Arthasis loathed moderation almost as much as being patient, it seemed like to most prudent way to go forward. The drow would have to reveal their intentions eventually and maybe then there would be an opportunity for him to escape his captors.
For now, he tried to free himself from the chains around his wrists without anyone noticing. Constantly pulling and squeezing, Arthasis thought that maybe there was a way to force his hands out of the iron shackles.
Evrik forms his thoughts in an attempt to communicate to the sporeling, trying to discern it's intent. (Insight check 21) "I'm not sure little one. But at least for now we have a common goal so I think we have to move forward together, however cautiously. For now, tell me, who are you? What do you know about this place?"
He continues to examine his constraints for any weakness or way to open the cuffs and collars. (Investigation 8)
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Crispy once again, with Chubby's help, tries to strain and break free of her restraints. Ignoring the pain in her wrists, she twists and flexes as they try to break the metal.
Strength: 19
She then tries to slip out of them instead, should that not work.
Dexterity: 17
Letting out a frustrated grunt, she gives up for now and continues to observe her surroundings, giving Chubby a surrendering and frustrated look about the situation they're in.
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The lizardman looks back-and-forth between the gnome and the gathering guards in a calculating manner. "They did not seem too concerned with the orc. I would wager I could get one bite on you without causing much fuss."He snaps his jaws a couple of times and continues to hold out his hand.
As Evrik walks towards the dwarf and the human that seem to be working together he whispers "Hey. Name's Evrik. Any idea what's going on here? I haven't seen any of my traveling companions since waking up in this place. Last I saw of them was when we made camp last night; or at least I think it was last night? There seem to be some things going on here, I'd really rather avoid. I've heard some noises out beyond the gate that did not sound too entertaining."
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Crispy and Chubby were struggling with her restraints as Evrik walked up to them. She looked him up and down a moment, and her eyes darted to Chubby. He was polite, and whispered, and didnt seem interested in punching either one of them. After a moment of quiet calculation, she spoke, wary of this newcomer talking to them. She had dealt with inmates and criminal scum before, so until this new person proved himself, she was on guard.
”Nice to meet you. I’m Crispy. This is Chubby. From what I can tell, we are prisoners of the drow. Chubby and I were picking shrooms in a cave when we were knocked out. That’s all I remember, except we should have taken the high road instead of the underpass.” She shoots Chubby an annoyed glare before looking back at Evrik. “This appears to be some underdark camp.”
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The rest of the (npc)Prisoners watch as Cade shuffles towards the general direction of the source of the previous mixture of lilting elvish, and feral growling. The being in the corner watching him as he approached. As cade drew closer, he would see that it was a Quaggoth, a lanky, but powerfully built humanoid, with hair covering it's entire body. If it had been standing, it would stand perhaps a few inches larger than your average Human. Fanged maw visible at all times, and it's head appeared a mixture of elvaan and feline. [Elvish] "Who are you? and why do you enter the presence royalty unbidden?" it would ask, whether Cade could understand it or not was another thing entirely.
Arthasis, would experience both failure and near-success simultaneously. With every attempt to escape his bindings, he felt so close... SO close! but each time he would fail just before it would succeed. However if he kept trying he might just manage it. the Kou-Toa leaving it's trance, begins to observe the human as he does. "It is better to give in, and live as best you can. I am Shuushar the Awakened, and I have seen that you should not struggle." his voice seemed calm, passive, zenlike. "And may I offer advice to the rest of you. If you do choose the folly of an attempt to escape your bindings, do you really feel it best to do so just before you are trapped in limited space, with more enemies on the way?"
(Nice roll!)Evrik would feel thoughts wash over him, the Sporeling telling him that he wanted friends, he was so far from home, he didn't want to be alone..... He was afraid of some of the other prisoners, and wasn't afraid of others. He implied that the other minds you could sense were the prisoners he trusted.. or thought he could trust. He also lets images flash through your mind, as if you were experiencing them yourself, every day, the Drow would take the prisoners out, to shame them, and make them do menial, pointless tasks for their amusement, and that they always had a guard of ten warriors, and five Elite Warriors to make sure the prisoners didn't act up. Through this vision, you also got a general idea of the layout of where you were, and some of it's immediate surroundings - this camp, was very very high on a ridge, attached to the caves wall - making you realize you are underground, and very very likely in the Underdark. You now see the waterfall you had heard before, off to your left.
A thin strand of ridge being the only walk-space until a spider-silk-rope bridge led off to a massive Stalactite hanging from the ceiling, though it knew of nothing beyond that point... the prisoners weren't allowed there. To your right, on a slightly larger ridge-path, led to where they held the Quaggoth Pack, behind bars, and only let out to help guard, though there were always Quaggoths somewhere else... Beyond that, it knew no more. "My name.. is Stool" it would say.
The Gnome waves his hand dismissively at your attempt to scare him "Yeah yeah, real scary, I can do that too! It's called chewing!" he manages a quick chortle, before adding "Now if you haven't guessed, I'm a betting man, and I love a good wager. So tell me, what do you wager that dey're calling for backup not just so more peepul can watch, but because they're intending to come in 'ere huh, and teach someone a lesson eh?" The Gnome says, placing one hand under his elbow, and 'rolling' the other in the air, and finishing with "How about a consolation prize? If we're both alive when we get back 'ere, I'll tell ya what I can about the place, eh?" then, looking to the gate where the Soldiers where beginning to gather in force. (Persuasion Roll11 Vs your Insight Score (without the bonus))
All prisoners are in the same bindings as you, though now with the exception of Chubby having broken his.
Interposing the conversation between Evrik and Crispy, the Gnome then walks over to the Rogue, leans down, and whispers in her ear "You 'ad a chance before toots, but I'd suggest waiting now. I don't like the odds if they find more than one of us having found our way out, ya dig?" then looking to Chubby with an apologetic look and a shrug. Then, back to Crispy "But you don't look the part of a warrior to me, and if I'm right... you ever keep your uh... "trade" hidden anywhere else?" with that, he would kiss her on the cheek, "Yur woman enough for me toots" before shifting back to the edge of the wall.
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More soldiers gathered at the gates as all this was going on, at this point, a total of what would appear to be four Drow soldiers, Two Elite Drow Warriors, and Two Quaggoths. Among them, was another female Drow, this one also appearing to be a priestess of some sort, she seemed both happy and frustrated at the same time. The same Scarred male that had been there before, also was present, and he seemed just as disgruntled now as he was before. Aside form his scars, you could tell he was very capable in a fight.. or...?
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Crispy listens to the gnome as he talks, getting the urge to headbutt him as he leans in for the kiss, but seeing as how they're in prison, and surrounded by drow, decided against it. But once they got out..
"Uch." She says in obvious annoyance, holding back the urge to crush his nose in with her forehead. "Get away from me.."
The lizardman eagerly nods at the gnome's proposition. "I see no reason why we wouldn't make it out of this," he says as the gnome walks away. He follows behind the little gambler, as he was wanting to talk to the dwarf who faced the orc. To Chubby he says, "Why did you not put that creature in his place when he confronted you?"
"Chubby's kind of a..pacifist. He fights only when he needs to." Crispy says. "He likes to make friends. And, mostly, not push our luck down here any further since we're prisoners of the drow. Me on the other hand?" Crispy says, "I was ready AND willing to put that Orc in his place."
Even as he tried his hardest to get out of the shackles, it seemed like Arthasis made very little progress and although he concentrated on the task at hand, the build-up of dorw outside the cell did not escape his notice. Someone was probably going to get hurt and he really hoped it would not be him. Focused on the scenery developing in front of his eyes, he almost missed that the Kuo-Toa was speaking to him.
“So you have seen that I should not struggle?”, Arthasis gave him an incredulous smirk. “Well…”, just as he was getting started, he thought better of it and decided to play along for now, “…that sounds fascinating, my friend! Tell me more, how did you come to this insightful realization?”
While he was talking to the Kuo-Toa, he glanced towards the woman who was just trying to fend of the unwanted advances of a deep gnome. “Probably not the worst thing that could happen down here”, he said with a wicked grin on his face, “but it ranks pretty high on the list, I guess.”
Crispy noticed Arthasis was speaking to her, and gave him a very mildly annoyed look regarding the situation, but, he was completely correct in his comment. "Yeah," was all she said. "It ranks PRETTY high."
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Cade cannot help but marvel at the Quaggoth for a second or two. He snaps to attention quickly, and made a point of at least stopping as soon as she spoke up. Gathering his courage, he asks warily, "Speak. Surface. Tongue... Common?" He asks warily. [Goblin] "Or... This?" Ever watchful for the first sign of hostility, Cade stayed at the ready to hop away.
Noticing the new retinue, Cade looks them over, seeking as much as to gauge their numbers as he sought to piece together subtle rank and role. In regards to the scarred male however, he looks closer without moving closer in hopes of discerning more. Was this male a slave too? Food? Or something else altogether?
Insight: 17 for getting a feel for the scared drow
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Evrik turns to open some space between Crispy and the Gnome. He leans in and looks the gambler in the eye, "You again. Always looking to prophet off of other folks situations eh? I say you still owe the lizard guy here his winnings, but seems to me maybe you just like to stir the pot just to watch it cook. But if you're really looking for a win, maybe you give us a little info here and if we can work our way out of this situation you get your payoff on the other side of those bars." (Persuasion 2)
Looking over at the lizard, Evrik says "Nice of you jumping in the middle a moment ago. Orc's and their tempers eh? Like we don't have enough going on with the drow assembling over there."
Evrik's thoughts are then directed at the spore, but mostly toward himself, Hang in there Stool. A few of these folk may be ok. And at this point, we need allies. He leans over toward Crispy and whispers softly so that the gnome doesn't overhear and tells her about the information he gleaned from Stool.
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Low IQ Chubby just stands there, guarding Crispy. He tries to wrap the chains around his wrists to make it appear they're still holding him captive. He doesn't really understand most of the conversations going on around him, but he knows enough to glean who the fighters are in the group (he sheepishly grins towards Cade, with a nod and wink included for obvious good measure), and who the whimpering weaklings are (stinkeye given towards that sulky Drow who walked off to the back end of the cell).
The lizardman nods a Evrik's comment. "Thank you. I think he is under this one's care and would have been fine."He gives Crispy a toothy smile. "I am glad to see there are others here that do not planned to be pushed around."He offers a clawed hand in greeting to the others, "I am Immotichey....and we may may have more trouble heading our way."He points to the guards amassing outside their cell.
“Don’t tell me what to do Creature!”, Arthasis snapped even though the Goblin was probably right. There was no use in raising any more attention without having a reasonable plan. But he just couldn’t stand to be chained like an animal, he had to find a way out. It was the first time that he had been in a situation like this. Sure he had some run-ins with the city guard in the past, but he had always been able to talk his way out of these predicaments. He somehow felt that the drow weren’t as ‘talkative’.
“Well, if you have a plan to get out of here, let me know. I’m game.”, he said in a somewhat apologizing tone.
(Evrik fails to break free, however, his bindings DID seem to bend.. a little) (Cade sees nothing he didn't already see. His eyes strain a bit)
Evrik begins to notice a voice, emanating... from inside his own head. A timid, soft voice, coming in waves. Eventually hearing a soft thought "Thank you for your kindness strange one. I placed an rapport spore in your mind, to allow us to converse. Otherwise, we would not be able to speak. it links our minds, to allow words, as thought."
The Gnome looks to Evrik saying "I tink you heard me wrong pal, I said I'd give him something special if he won. Not if his opponent gave up! If anything it's a draw," staring up to the Lizardman, as if that was the only explanation needed, shrugging, and in a way, he 'was' right, how the Lizard would feel, is another matter altogether. And seeing as Cade had waddled off, the Gnome assumed that his bet was null with a shrug. He would, however, point to the guards, with his eyes on the Lizard, [Common]"But hey, I mean if you wanna try your luck attacking me here, with them at the ready.." he let his insinuation hang, as the soldiers called for backup, how long it would take for them to get there was anyone's guess.
Ront, just stared at the Lizard, shaking his head left and right, but otherwise unwilling to talk.
The Sporeling once more telepathically speakign to Evrik, "Are these good people? are they bad?" his mental wave insinuating he meant the newcomers. Faintly, Evrik would feel as if he could feel other minds among the Sporelings, but for now, they remained silent. When he started to listen, he would hear the faint sound of a waterfall, a moderate distance away, fallign into what sounded like a small lake. The shuffling of feet, he could count atleast fifteen, but there sounded to be more. He could faintly hear feral growling from outside the slave pens entrance, aand if not for listening so carefully, he would not have been able to tell they're somewhere.. to the right, and not far off. Before the soldiers call for backup interrupted all further noise, he could have sworn he heard a very very very distant droning noise...
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'Be calm. Be calm. Its okay. Its okay.' Even after chanting those words in mind, Cade has to grit his teeth and pinch the bridge of his prodigious nose. He turns back to Arthasis. Once it seems the only other human (as far as he's been able to tell) has calm down, he starts to reach out to try and pat the man's shoulder. However, he stops short quickly realizing the foolishness of even the attempt.
"Two. Time shortens. Thanks... to them." Again, he gestures with his head back to the pair that appeared to already know each other. "One. Wait... Watch. For now. And. once quiet... again... Talk properly to... to other prisoners." Cade grimaces and smacks his lips, realizing for the first time that it has probably been awhile since their group drank anything. "Or. Be like them. Seize opportunity.. if guards. Enter... But not dumb. Drow.. Clever.. Cruel. Fought once. Long ago..." He trails off there, breathing heavily as if exhausted. "Your choice." With that, Cade will look back one last time, shake his head, and then see about putting as much distance between himself and everyone else. Even if that meant risking getting too close to the one spot in the cell everyone were actively avoiding.
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Chubby will walk over to Crispy, and with his back turned to the entrance of the prison (to shield what he's about to do), he'll Help Crispy and attempt to break the chains lashed around her wrists: (STR check: 12), without the guards being able to see what he's doing.
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Silently Arthasis watched as the Goblin trailed away from him. He had to moderate himself. Any successful escape attempt would probably depend heavily on the assistance of his fellow prisoners. Hence, it would not be wise to antagonize all of them. Even though Arthasis loathed moderation almost as much as being patient, it seemed like to most prudent way to go forward. The drow would have to reveal their intentions eventually and maybe then there would be an opportunity for him to escape his captors.
For now, he tried to free himself from the chains around his wrists without anyone noticing. Constantly pulling and squeezing, Arthasis thought that maybe there was a way to force his hands out of the iron shackles.
(Strength: 3 Dexterity: 18)
Evrik forms his thoughts in an attempt to communicate to the sporeling, trying to discern it's intent. (Insight check 21) "I'm not sure little one. But at least for now we have a common goal so I think we have to move forward together, however cautiously. For now, tell me, who are you? What do you know about this place?"
He continues to examine his constraints for any weakness or way to open the cuffs and collars. (Investigation 8)
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Crispy once again, with Chubby's help, tries to strain and break free of her restraints. Ignoring the pain in her wrists, she twists and flexes as they try to break the metal.
Strength: 19
She then tries to slip out of them instead, should that not work.
Dexterity: 17
Letting out a frustrated grunt, she gives up for now and continues to observe her surroundings, giving Chubby a surrendering and frustrated look about the situation they're in.
The lizardman looks back-and-forth between the gnome and the gathering guards in a calculating manner. "They did not seem too concerned with the orc. I would wager I could get one bite on you without causing much fuss." He snaps his jaws a couple of times and continues to hold out his hand.
Intimidation 6
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As Evrik walks towards the dwarf and the human that seem to be working together he whispers "Hey. Name's Evrik. Any idea what's going on here? I haven't seen any of my traveling companions since waking up in this place. Last I saw of them was when we made camp last night; or at least I think it was last night? There seem to be some things going on here, I'd really rather avoid. I've heard some noises out beyond the gate that did not sound too entertaining."
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Crispy and Chubby were struggling with her restraints as Evrik walked up to them. She looked him up and down a moment, and her eyes darted to Chubby. He was polite, and whispered, and didnt seem interested in punching either one of them. After a moment of quiet calculation, she spoke, wary of this newcomer talking to them. She had dealt with inmates and criminal scum before, so until this new person proved himself, she was on guard.
”Nice to meet you. I’m Crispy. This is Chubby. From what I can tell, we are prisoners of the drow. Chubby and I were picking shrooms in a cave when we were knocked out. That’s all I remember, except we should have taken the high road instead of the underpass.” She shoots Chubby an annoyed glare before looking back at Evrik. “This appears to be some underdark camp.”
The rest of the (npc)Prisoners watch as Cade shuffles towards the general direction of the source of the previous mixture of lilting elvish, and feral growling. The being in the corner watching him as he approached. As cade drew closer, he would see that it was a Quaggoth, a lanky, but powerfully built humanoid, with hair covering it's entire body. If it had been standing, it would stand perhaps a few inches larger than your average Human. Fanged maw visible at all times, and it's head appeared a mixture of elvaan and feline. [Elvish] "Who are you? and why do you enter the presence royalty unbidden?" it would ask, whether Cade could understand it or not was another thing entirely.
Arthasis, would experience both failure and near-success simultaneously. With every attempt to escape his bindings, he felt so close... SO close! but each time he would fail just before it would succeed. However if he kept trying he might just manage it. the Kou-Toa leaving it's trance, begins to observe the human as he does. "It is better to give in, and live as best you can. I am Shuushar the Awakened, and I have seen that you should not struggle." his voice seemed calm, passive, zenlike. "And may I offer advice to the rest of you. If you do choose the folly of an attempt to escape your bindings, do you really feel it best to do so just before you are trapped in limited space, with more enemies on the way?"
(Nice roll!)Evrik would feel thoughts wash over him, the Sporeling telling him that he wanted friends, he was so far from home, he didn't want to be alone..... He was afraid of some of the other prisoners, and wasn't afraid of others. He implied that the other minds you could sense were the prisoners he trusted.. or thought he could trust. He also lets images flash through your mind, as if you were experiencing them yourself, every day, the Drow would take the prisoners out, to shame them, and make them do menial, pointless tasks for their amusement, and that they always had a guard of ten warriors, and five Elite Warriors to make sure the prisoners didn't act up. Through this vision, you also got a general idea of the layout of where you were, and some of it's immediate surroundings - this camp, was very very high on a ridge, attached to the caves wall - making you realize you are underground, and very very likely in the Underdark. You now see the waterfall you had heard before, off to your left.
A thin strand of ridge being the only walk-space until a spider-silk-rope bridge led off to a massive Stalactite hanging from the ceiling, though it knew of nothing beyond that point... the prisoners weren't allowed there. To your right, on a slightly larger ridge-path, led to where they held the Quaggoth Pack, behind bars, and only let out to help guard, though there were always Quaggoths somewhere else... Beyond that, it knew no more. "My name.. is Stool" it would say.
The Gnome waves his hand dismissively at your attempt to scare him "Yeah yeah, real scary, I can do that too! It's called chewing!" he manages a quick chortle, before adding "Now if you haven't guessed, I'm a betting man, and I love a good wager. So tell me, what do you wager that dey're calling for backup not just so more peepul can watch, but because they're intending to come in 'ere huh, and teach someone a lesson eh?" The Gnome says, placing one hand under his elbow, and 'rolling' the other in the air, and finishing with "How about a consolation prize? If we're both alive when we get back 'ere, I'll tell ya what I can about the place, eh?" then, looking to the gate where the Soldiers where beginning to gather in force. (Persuasion Roll11 Vs your Insight Score (without the bonus))
All prisoners are in the same bindings as you, though now with the exception of Chubby having broken his.
Interposing the conversation between Evrik and Crispy, the Gnome then walks over to the Rogue, leans down, and whispers in her ear "You 'ad a chance before toots, but I'd suggest waiting now. I don't like the odds if they find more than one of us having found our way out, ya dig?" then looking to Chubby with an apologetic look and a shrug. Then, back to Crispy "But you don't look the part of a warrior to me, and if I'm right... you ever keep your uh... "trade" hidden anywhere else?" with that, he would kiss her on the cheek, "Yur woman enough for me toots" before shifting back to the edge of the wall.
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More soldiers gathered at the gates as all this was going on, at this point, a total of what would appear to be four Drow soldiers, Two Elite Drow Warriors, and Two Quaggoths. Among them, was another female Drow, this one also appearing to be a priestess of some sort, she seemed both happy and frustrated at the same time. The same Scarred male that had been there before, also was present, and he seemed just as disgruntled now as he was before. Aside form his scars, you could tell he was very capable in a fight.. or...?
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Crispy listens to the gnome as he talks, getting the urge to headbutt him as he leans in for the kiss, but seeing as how they're in prison, and surrounded by drow, decided against it. But once they got out..
"Uch." She says in obvious annoyance, holding back the urge to crush his nose in with her forehead. "Get away from me.."
Insight 16
The lizardman eagerly nods at the gnome's proposition. "I see no reason why we wouldn't make it out of this," he says as the gnome walks away. He follows behind the little gambler, as he was wanting to talk to the dwarf who faced the orc. To Chubby he says, "Why did you not put that creature in his place when he confronted you?"
"Chubby's kind of a..pacifist. He fights only when he needs to." Crispy says. "He likes to make friends. And, mostly, not push our luck down here any further since we're prisoners of the drow. Me on the other hand?" Crispy says, "I was ready AND willing to put that Orc in his place."
Even as he tried his hardest to get out of the shackles, it seemed like Arthasis made very little progress and although he concentrated on the task at hand, the build-up of dorw outside the cell did not escape his notice. Someone was probably going to get hurt and he really hoped it would not be him. Focused on the scenery developing in front of his eyes, he almost missed that the Kuo-Toa was speaking to him.
“So you have seen that I should not struggle?”, Arthasis gave him an incredulous smirk. “Well…”, just as he was getting started, he thought better of it and decided to play along for now, “…that sounds fascinating, my friend! Tell me more, how did you come to this insightful realization?”
While he was talking to the Kuo-Toa, he glanced towards the woman who was just trying to fend of the unwanted advances of a deep gnome. “Probably not the worst thing that could happen down here”, he said with a wicked grin on his face, “but it ranks pretty high on the list, I guess.”
Crispy noticed Arthasis was speaking to her, and gave him a very mildly annoyed look regarding the situation, but, he was completely correct in his comment. "Yeah," was all she said. "It ranks PRETTY high."
Cade cannot help but marvel at the Quaggoth for a second or two. He snaps to attention quickly, and made a point of at least stopping as soon as she spoke up. Gathering his courage, he asks warily, "Speak. Surface. Tongue... Common?" He asks warily. [Goblin] "Or... This?" Ever watchful for the first sign of hostility, Cade stayed at the ready to hop away.
Noticing the new retinue, Cade looks them over, seeking as much as to gauge their numbers as he sought to piece together subtle rank and role. In regards to the scarred male however, he looks closer without moving closer in hopes of discerning more. Was this male a slave too? Food? Or something else altogether?
Insight: 17 for getting a feel for the scared drow
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Evrik turns to open some space between Crispy and the Gnome. He leans in and looks the gambler in the eye, "You again. Always looking to prophet off of other folks situations eh? I say you still owe the lizard guy here his winnings, but seems to me maybe you just like to stir the pot just to watch it cook. But if you're really looking for a win, maybe you give us a little info here and if we can work our way out of this situation you get your payoff on the other side of those bars." (Persuasion 2)
Looking over at the lizard, Evrik says "Nice of you jumping in the middle a moment ago. Orc's and their tempers eh? Like we don't have enough going on with the drow assembling over there."
Evrik's thoughts are then directed at the spore, but mostly toward himself, Hang in there Stool. A few of these folk may be ok. And at this point, we need allies. He leans over toward Crispy and whispers softly so that the gnome doesn't overhear and tells her about the information he gleaned from Stool.
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Low IQ Chubby just stands there, guarding Crispy. He tries to wrap the chains around his wrists to make it appear they're still holding him captive. He doesn't really understand most of the conversations going on around him, but he knows enough to glean who the fighters are in the group (he sheepishly grins towards Cade, with a nod and wink included for obvious good measure), and who the whimpering weaklings are (stinkeye given towards that sulky Drow who walked off to the back end of the cell).
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
The lizardman nods a Evrik's comment. "Thank you. I think he is under this one's care and would have been fine." He gives Crispy a toothy smile. "I am glad to see there are others here that do not planned to be pushed around." He offers a clawed hand in greeting to the others, "I am Immotichey....and we may may have more trouble heading our way." He points to the guards amassing outside their cell.
Immotichey (em-MO-teh-CHAY)