Crispy's gaze travels from Evrik to Stool as the dwarf talked, finding it hard to believe that a spore could talk..and communicate in the manner Evrik was describing. Then the lizardman spoke, and paid her a compliment, something she didn't expect him to do. She softened at bit at that.
"You could say that," she said to Immotichey, standing up next to Chubby. "I tend to bristle much more than he does." she says, tossing a nod at Chubby. "I have a thing against bullies. And other things. I don't know you all well enough, but if we're going to survive, we're gonna need to work together. And I want my gear back. I'm half naked and it's cold in here."
She noticed Chubby was starting at the Drow, and she followed her gaze to them, not smiling and not moving. Watching.
Cade looks back to Chubby after having given up on reading the drow, and just raises a brow. At first. But after giving it a second or two, his eyes widen with terror. He hugs himself and cringes away from the dwarf. ''Oh no. It's already started'He thought with eyes wide and brimming with terror. And against his better judgement he actually tries to dart behind the nearest body that isn't Chubby. Even if that body happens to be the Princess Quaggoth prisoner.
If he isn't immediately saved as a result, he risk peeking past every now and then, but otherwise doesn't move from the spot for awhile.
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Similar to how Crispy had bruised herself in the attempt, Arthasis would do the same, but more before ending his struggles, his wrists were sore and raw from the efforts, and combined tension, and chafing. The Kua-Toa saying then, "I am Shuushar the Awakened, I see all ends, and all beginnings. And should you struggle in vain, your lifeblood shall empty from it's source. You may believe me, and you may not. Your fate is yours to play, and mine to know." and with that, the Kua-Toa stood. Walking towards the cells entrance, and prostrating himself before the drow.
The Gnome laughed a bit, as he took a gold coin from the right side of his underwear, to the other. Then Looking to Immo, says "Jokes on you pal, I already bagged a win, and just moments ago! I bet myself she wouldn't like dat, and I wuz right!" chuckling once more, and giving Immo a wink. Soon however, the Gnome was Accosted by Evrik, causing the goblin to shift himself off the wall he'd been leaning on, placing one hand on Evriks shoulder. Sighing, "Look bub, I'm not trying to profit here, I just love a good bet, a game of chance y'know?" his eyes opening wide in a puppydog fashion, but clearly not trying to convince you of anything. "I'm a prisoner, trapped in a cage all day... well except when dey take us out of course! I need to keep my mind occupied, and I've always loved a good gamble. I can't help that these were da dice dat fell into my lap, y'know? As for information.. As I already said, It'll have to wait, there's really no time left ta talk."
The Quaggoth looked at Cade Quizzically, as if it did not understand, and raising one of it's eyebrows haughtilly, Evrik, would feel a thought wash over him through the mental link. "First one commoner, and now another. Mushroom... What does he want? And why does he bother the High Prince Darendil?" otherwise, not moving from his spot. But he eyes the gate where the guards gather. Irritation obvious at this fact, coming out as an angry growl.
Cade, despite his faint attempts, did glean a bit.. just slightly, that the scarred male seems less upset with the priestess he was with now, than the one that had been there before. In fact he seemed almost anticipatory.. though of what, Cade wouldn't imagine - That's when the Scarred Drow locked eyes with the Goblin, and a knowing smile crossed his features, as if webs and plans were being weaved in his mind. Though 'fear' seemed the last feeling he had ever felt.
Stool let a wave of thoughts pass, all of them indiscernible. Finally saying "Let me share my gift with them, tell them, quickly. Time is short." a wave of urgency felt through the link. Stoll then told the Quaggoth-Prince what Cade had said, causing the Quaggoth to stare down at Cade, who may or may not have been paying attention at this point, letting Stool know he did not speak the commoners language.
Finally, the Dwarf Woman awakens from all the combined commotion, only saying [Dwarvish] "Ach shite... it's gunna appen again... I wonder 'oo it'll be this toim" her accent especially thick, for a Dwarf. As one, the prisoners all seem to move towards the front of the gate, and prostrate themselves before the drow, except the Quaggoth, who holds his head high and proud, if not for his beastly looks you could almost call it regal.
By now, all the soldiers had assembled, including four Quaggoths at the perimiter. Totaling fifteen drow warriors, five of which seemed much more powerful than the massed ones in front. Behind them the priestess watched, before saying, with that same magically augmented voice, allowing all present to hear, and understand. "I am Asha, Preistess of the only true god, Lolth. It seems you slaves need another demonstration of exactly where you stand in this world. But worry not, you will be a sacrifice to Lolth! You should feel honor that even beings as paltry as yourselves could even be considered worthy." She smiled, but less sadistically than the prior preistess.. Ambition flickered in her features, like a flame that needed fanning.
The male Drow, then speaking to the prisoners in the same manner, would say "All of you, out, now. Unless you wish to find out how a tailors cushion feels" with that, all but two of the soldiers drew their crossbows if they hadn't already been out -a volley aimed at fish in a barrel with no cover except themselves. The two closest to the gate, instead drew short-swords, and unlocked the gate.
The rest of the prisoners complied without complaint, moving from their various positions in the cell out onto the tiny walkway, allowing just enough room for the combined entourage of prisoners, and soldiers space to move. Some of the elite soldiers moving out onto the nearby Silken Rope Bridge, and sighting towards the congregation of bodies. The priestess moving back, farther up the stairs that led to who knew where, gaining a vantage point to observe.
The Koa-Toa offering a single glance at the Warlock.
Lastly, the Derro, Buppido, who had been the first to talk to the group, hopped onto Chubby's shoulder, whispering quickly into his ear. "Shall I smite them?" he asked, in a low voice, brimming with confidence. "Is that your desire? I can grant it, you know. Afterall, I am a god""
Here you all have a choice to follow their orders, or to do something else. make your choices wisely.
If any should choose to attack, instead of follow along with the commands of the drow...
Chubby will bide his time, quietly complying with the idiotic Drow requests for submission. HOWEVER, when they all shuffled out of the cell, he made sure to follow right behind that meekling Drow who cowered in the cell when they first met. He wants to be right behind that weakling. All the while, he'll continue to hold his wrists together, wrapped in the broken chain, to make it appear that his hands are still bound together.
Arthasis couldn’t make sense of the Kuo-Toa’s words and would not be bothered to try either. For all he knew, the creature could have been just another raving mad lunatic. And after hearing the announcement of the drow priestess, there were definitely more pressing issues to consider. Being a sacrifice to Lolth did not sound too desirable, but Arthasis quickly realized that fighting against the drow in their current state was not really an option. It would have been almost impossible, even if they were not chained and had their equipment. He jumped to his feet and moved towards the others who were leaving the cell, all the while trying to find any exploitable weaknesses in the drow’s set up that would allow him to escape or at the very least give him some more time. Investigation: 20
As they were jammed together on the walkway outside the cell, he also tried to talk to his fellow prisoners using the most subdued voice he could manage, “Any suggestions? I have a bad feeling about this.”
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Evrik leaned closer into the group he'd been standing with and introduced Stool saying, "This little guy needs some protection but uh... well... his communication methods are a little... different? He's alright though, and has some other connections here. Apparently that Quaggoth back in the corner is a prince, or so that's his story. Not sure why the goblin there is hiding behind him, but if something goes down here, he may be a good ally. He seems to speak Elvish which I know as well. If I get a chance, I will try to learn what I can."
As Crispy's dwarf friend moves along toward the scarred drow, Evrik moves up beside the dwarf and adds in a quiet voice "Hello good sir, my name is Evrik, who might you be? I met your friend earlier. Glad that orc thing didn't go sideways."
Evrik then reaches out to the Quaggoth via his mental connection to Stool, Pardon me Highness, I am not sure of the goblins intent. However, Asha seems full of ill will and I do not like leaving my fate to chance. Seems you have an idea of what's coming and seek no part of it. Yet there are other Quaggoth standing with the Drow. What do you know of the situation? Evrik hopes for an answer and tries to discern the intentions of the prince. (Insight15)
It was clear they were outnumbered and weaponless.
Crispy never backed down from a fight, but her bravery and feral combat instincts told her this was no time to engage, and she didn't wish to die. The odds were not good.
"Everybody relax. Let's see what they do. Now is not the opportunity." she whispered to anyone who could hear, or understand.
Seeing the numbers before them, Immotichey begins to nervously look around to the others. He takes a calming breath and gives Crispy a nod in agreement. As they are quietly herded out, he quietly asks the wagger-happy gnome, "What is this all about?"
Cade takes notice of the look from the prince, and with a grimace steps away. Much as his instincts demanded he hide behind something powerful as soon as the priestess made her declaration, it would not be the first time they were rejected in favor of more rational thought. Even so, when it became clear none intended to make a sudden move on the guard, he chose to stick close to the prince, and as FAR away from Evrik, Chubby, and Stool as he possibly could while getting frog marched out of the cell.
Or at the very least, Cade tries to keep an eye out on three while keeping his gaze lowered in the presence of the priestess and scarred drow. Either way, not a peep gets out of the goblin for now.
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The Quaggoth spoke through the mental link even as he began forward. "I simply did not wish to be stuck between commoners and vagabonds. It's bad enough I am trapped in this cage with them. And I am not a Quaggoth." a note of irritation passes through the mental link "And never dare insinuate such nonsense again. I was cursed into this form by ..someone, and will be an elf once more eventually. As for the Quaggoth outside? The are here to make sure you prefer to stay in line .. such barbarians. What will happen though? One of us is going to be a sacrifice, and a warning to the rest. However fear not peasant, the chances of it being you are low... considering how many of us there are. And I've never seen them sacrifice more than one... yet" With that, the Quaggoth Prince got up and fell in line with the rest of the prisoners, walking on all fours. (You sense no lies, and his intent is clearly to do as he's told for fear of death. You do however note he seems to be irrationally irritated by being told he is anything less than an elven prince - perhaps that could be useful? You also note it is possible to hide your mind from the others in the mental link)
The Gnome would simply say to Immo "Just do as you're told bub, and hope you don't win the lottery here. This is the only gamble I don't like but the odd are in our favor. But one way, or anudduh, someone's gunna die. But I will tell you some juicy info if you and I are still alive after this."
Stool would shift down, his legs touching Cripsys' and Chubbys' ears, similar spores being thrust inside, if they did not resist at all. Doing the same to Immo, if he did not resist. and repeating the process with the newcomers if they did not resist or attack him, though Cade dutifully avoided Stool.
Arthasis' would look around, but see no viable means of escape from the throng. There were drow everywhere, on every available path - that number totaling two, the rope bridge that several warriors had taken positions on, with crossbows at the ready, the other wider pathway filled with most of the rest of the soldiers, and the priestess even higher up the stairs, granting her the high ground advantage, and the cell behind them. No other paths were available. Though he did notice there was a second rope-bridge coming from another part of the stalagmite, leading to a waterfall that was perhaps 30-45 yards off to his left, the only path there being the bridges. He didn't have long to contemplate, however, as the moment the entire congregation arrived, several drow warriors surrounded the Orc, Ront, and began beating him mercilessly with their fists, Ront cried out like a scared child until suddenly they stopped... the Orc, shaking on the ground.
The Derro that had spoken to Chubby bristled... whispering in a low tone "You ignore the offer of a god?" incredulity obvious, but falling in line with the rest, as he did not get his answer, or even an answer at all.
The Dwarf being one of the few who could understand him, would whisper "Just do as yer are told. We are 'opelessly outmatch-ed wiffout weapons or arrmorr.. and..." she was cut off...
The priestess then speaking once more "I have heard that this Orc was causing trouble... as he always seems to." letting the statement hang over the gathered, shaking her head in mock-disappointment. "But not only did he start a fight, he failed to entertain his bettersproperly, giving up at the slightest bit of returned hostility.. nono, this will not do. You were supposed to be sold off orc" she practically spat the word in disgust. "You are worth nothing as a slave-gladiator, if you will cow the moment your enemy looks at you! Now, you have earned your fate as a Sacrifice to Lolths children..." suddenly each drow that had beaten him, grabbed a limb, and in a single motion, tossed him over the edge of the ridge.
As Ront fell, he began to scream louder, shrilly. The soldiers nearest the prisoners taking their collars, by a special handle on the back of each, and thrust the newest prisoners towards the edge, crossbow bolts pushed to the backs of their heads, and ready to fire, to force them to watch Ronts' fate. The other prisoners complying to varying degrees, as if they knew they had to.
As Ront fell screaming, he stopped suddenly, suspended in webs, and struggle as he might, he was unable to break free, likely weakened by the bite on his shoulder from earlier.. The priestess casting a spell that created a dim light over him, and his immediate area so all could see in the darkness. A massive web was revealed suddenly, seeming to cover the entire expanse below. As the orc struggled against the silken strands, the prisoners would see the webs begin to shake... more.. and more. And within moments, three Giant Spiders descended on Ront, filling him with their venom's, he went stiff, rigid, paralyzed from the combined toxicity. Then they began to feed, draining him of his lifeblood within moments. The spiders lingered there, bobbing up and down as arachnids are wont to do for several minutes, before slinking back into the darkness beyond the dim light. The other prisoners reactions were mostly that of someone who had seen this happen several times before, and were otherwise acquiescent, given their situation.
The guards pulling the prisoners back from the edge. All of them except Arthasis, Chubby, Crispy and Immotichey, who they held there, just on the edge.
The priestess speaking once more, "And I heard that one of you also was causing trouble. Which one of you was it? Tell me now, or suffer the same fate as the Orc."
Keeping his eyes ahead on their captors, Immotichey doesn't realize what the mushroom was up to until it was too late. The sudden sensation causes him to rub at his ear and then he opens and closes his mouth - as if adjusting to a change in air pressure. "What was that...?"
Watching the orc meet its demise, the lizardman allows a slight grin to appear. When the priestess asks for an explanation, he sneers back to her and then replies."I wanted to show him," waving a hand down to the ravine, "that we were not going to be picked on."
Though Immo was please, I couldn't help but shiver... Ick, spiders!
While on the way to what would be the orc’s gruesome execution, the myconid confined with them reached out with his tentacles and attempted to get a hold of the warlock’s arm. Disgusted and annoyed Arthasis shoved it away and distanced himself from the living fungus.
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“Trouble? One of us? I think you are mistaken, oh most glorious mistress.”, Arthasis said while staring into the utter darkness that just consumed the orc. “Some of them had been merely defending themselves against this vile creature which you just showed the mercy of Lolth. I saw it with my very eyes, waking at the other side of the cell.”, he stated hoping that the drow would pay attention to the last part. “Might I add that even though I am just a lowly human, I can still be of value to you. On the surface I was a powerful and respected mage…”, 'well, close enough' , he thought to himself before he continued, “… and I could still render outstanding services to you.”
Admittedly, he showed a few magic abilities as of late and he did begin to study various old tomes to harness his new powers, but to call him a powerful mage was a bit of a stretch. It were the kind of half-truths that Arthasis told his whole life growing up in Athkatla’s underbelly. Most of the time the worked just fine and he sure hoped that they would work right now. Deception:20
Crispy was full of trouble, sure, but that's not how she wanted to die today, she thought to herself. She shot a glance at Chubby, who also remained silent, thankfully.
She didn't speak, she just watched. These drow meant business, and the Drow pushed Ront off the edge like he was nothing, to make an example.
For now, she said nothing. Bide her time. She looked at Arthasis as he spoke, wondering what the Priestess would say.
There was something about this place that was very different. The dream she had confirmed this. No. She would wait. Now was not the time.
Cade kept a count. The number of steps. The number of guards. The number of light sources (if anything). Whenever he wasn't busy keeping an eye on the others (stool especially), the goblin had been counting things. He had been imprisoned once before, and helm willing he would break free of another incarceration. And he was no stranger of seeing another get made an example, or a lover of Orcs for that matter.
However, seeing the orc's ruthless killing, the goblin grimaces and shook his head in pity. Nothing much was thought of being pulled away until four of the others are left at the edge. He starts to lurch forward, but held (if not only guarded at this point) as he was, Cade stopped short and began glaring at the back of the guard that held Crispy and Arthasis. At the first sign of the drow attempting to push either or (though Crispy will take priority), Cade was gonna try to shake free himself long enough to leap on the man's back, and get him into a choke hold using his bindings as a garrote.
(If and ONLY if he goes to try and push her)
Bonus Action: Disengage with Nimble Escape(if possible/necessary).
Ready to grapple one of the drow holding his fellow humans.
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As he watched the orc's demise from his uncomfortable position of being held at the edge of the ridge, Evrik reached out to the prince again through the mental link, My apologies highness, I did not realize that such a tragedy had befallen you. Evrik noted that perhaps there would be a time to focus the princes anger on an enemy but for now, as they were all looking over a great pit, he thought it best to wait until he and his recent acquaintances were at least a bit further from certain death.
He then surveyed his surroundings making note of the details that Stool had already shared and tried to determine if there were additional routes or places that the tiny spore had yet to reveal. Perhaps some tiny hiding spot or possible escape route. (Investigation12)
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The priestess seems to be disgusted by Immo, however anger flaring in her eyes as such a lowly creature, even lower than a human! would dare to sneer at a drow! With a snap of her fingers, Immo was tossed over the edge.
With another snap, he was caught by the tail, though just barely, the warriors holding him, dangling by his lengthy appendage. Immo would feel the vertigo of dangling over an immeasurably large fall. "Overstep your bounds again, Iblith, and you too shall be a sacrifice in the glory and wonder of Lolth. The only reason you yet live, aside from my gracious mercy, is your value as a test subject. Your kind is rare here in the Underdark." then to the crowd, wrapping her arms about herself haughtily, sneering down at them all with chin and nose raised as if disgusted she had to speak to them at all. "And yes, this does mean some of you are more valuable than others. Let this lesson sink in."
Next, she listened to the Warlock, her eyes narrowing at his words too, however, she motioned for the guard holding him to bring him forward, closer to her. When he was near, she would command the soldier to release him, but stay close. Her finger left the pocket of her inner elbow where it had been until now, taking her index, and pressing it against his bare chest, trailing sensually upwards, like a lover would, raising his chin, and leaving her finger there, as if to say stay put. The Scarred Male seemed to be paying extra close attention to this, when she would call out to him "Jorlan, you will accompany us, yes?" Something flickered in Jorlans' eyes. But he simply nodded, and made his way to their side.
She pressed her face, dangerously close to his, letting her sweet breath caress his lips before speaking again "That makes you both very dangerous, and very intriguing. Perhaps I have.. another use or two for you. When we are done here, you will accompany me to my chambers, we have much to discuss." her words came out as a purr, before releasing him back into the guards custody, where he would remain, unless he decided to do otherwise. Whether his deception had worked, or she was toying with him, was hard to tell, but she seemed convinced enough by him.
The Quaggoth sent waves of appreciative emotions through the link to Evrik, but said nothing. The rest of the prisoners remaining silent, and solemn, even if they hated Ront, they knew that could be thier fate at her whim. The Gnome whispering to Evrik, breifly "She's da nice one.."
Evrik would see what the sporeling had shown them, in much clearer detail, but everything was exposed, and flat, or an unknown distance of a fall. In the distance, far far off to the left, atleast one hundred yards, he could see faint lights, similar to the ones near them all now. he made out the silhouette of what may have been a building or post. It also appeared, they were in a grand tunnel, massive in size, and they were likely on the upper half. Little more could be gleaned from that position, as the cave blocked the view except the waterfall he had heard before, was now visible, raining down into where the webs would be, though the webs did not move despite this. perhaps that meant something? All sound near the waterfall seemed to be drown out by it's roar. Otherwise, it seemed that all the paths were funneled between tight ridges against the cave wall, or silken-rope bridges, a perfect way to limit where prisoners could escape. He did note what seemed to be a passage to the north, but a wave of fear-like emotions went through the mental link from Stool as he did.
Finally, the priestess' gaze fell upon the Crispy and Chubby. "And you? What have you to say? You've been almost guiltily quiet... Shall I take that as affirmation that you also took part in this? Perhaps you antagonized the Orc, to make him attack you. or perhaps you and the Orc were in league? Perhaps you were attempting to .. cause a commotion? Be honest now."
Crispy bristled, and remained silent for a moment, her eyes narrowing at the Priestess. Easy, Cora.
"Oh, i'm guilty of many things." She admitted frankly, "But, i'm not going to share any of that with you. I mean, really. You have us where you want us. What will you do now? You’ve made your point, you dont have to prove it.”
Crispy wasn’t afraid, in fact, she was bold. Daring. But not too bold. Clearly some of the other captives had potential, and Crispy would bide her time some more until an opportunity came up. Not to mention wherever they were was giving her different nightmares, and that was not good. The Drow wouldn’t kill them all, this Priestess was clearly toying with them. She was pushing her authority around, showing who was in charge. Fine.
But what caught her attention was the Drow with the scars. He was acting..jealous..?
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Heart racing at the thought of the lizard going over the edge only to be caught at the last moment, Evrik tries to calm himself. One wrong move in this place could be his last. Hiding his thoughts he says a silent prayer to Berronar asking for calm and guidance.
He searches through his thoughts and memories, reflecting back to his studies, trying to recall if he'd come across any information about a god named Lolth or any of the gods Priestesses. Who were these people and what did they value? (History11)
Chubby bows low down to the ground, and then upon rising up, addresses the Drow Priestess: "Your lovely children looked rather hungry down there, m'lady. In fact, you look a little parched yourself. I have special...talents....in the kitchen that may be of use to you as well! I offer to you my services as Manager of Sheer Gastronomical Delights! Please give me the honor of service in your kitchen, and I'll make you a meal that will delight your senses like none other before."
Crispy knew what Chubby was doing. Clever. She glanced at him quickly and gave him a look, just a look, but he could read her face. Where there’s eating utensils, there’s something sharp.
It’s possible they might put them all to work, or do slave labor. Good. If the Priestess wanted to make an example and kill a few of us, so be it. Her years as an investigator kept her sharp and detail oriented. But the guards were many, and resistance would mean death.
Crispy's gaze travels from Evrik to Stool as the dwarf talked, finding it hard to believe that a spore could talk..and communicate in the manner Evrik was describing. Then the lizardman spoke, and paid her a compliment, something she didn't expect him to do. She softened at bit at that.
"You could say that," she said to Immotichey, standing up next to Chubby. "I tend to bristle much more than he does." she says, tossing a nod at Chubby. "I have a thing against bullies. And other things. I don't know you all well enough, but if we're going to survive, we're gonna need to work together. And I want my gear back. I'm half naked and it's cold in here."
She noticed Chubby was starting at the Drow, and she followed her gaze to them, not smiling and not moving. Watching.
Cade looks back to Chubby after having given up on reading the drow, and just raises a brow. At first. But after giving it a second or two, his eyes widen with terror. He hugs himself and cringes away from the dwarf. ''Oh no. It's already started' He thought with eyes wide and brimming with terror. And against his better judgement he actually tries to dart behind the nearest body that isn't Chubby. Even if that body happens to be the Princess Quaggoth prisoner.
If he isn't immediately saved as a result, he risk peeking past every now and then, but otherwise doesn't move from the spot for awhile.
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Similar to how Crispy had bruised herself in the attempt, Arthasis would do the same, but more before ending his struggles, his wrists were sore and raw from the efforts, and combined tension, and chafing. The Kua-Toa saying then, "I am Shuushar the Awakened, I see all ends, and all beginnings. And should you struggle in vain, your lifeblood shall empty from it's source. You may believe me, and you may not. Your fate is yours to play, and mine to know." and with that, the Kua-Toa stood. Walking towards the cells entrance, and prostrating himself before the drow.
The Gnome laughed a bit, as he took a gold coin from the right side of his underwear, to the other. Then Looking to Immo, says "Jokes on you pal, I already bagged a win, and just moments ago! I bet myself she wouldn't like dat, and I wuz right!" chuckling once more, and giving Immo a wink. Soon however, the Gnome was Accosted by Evrik, causing the goblin to shift himself off the wall he'd been leaning on, placing one hand on Evriks shoulder. Sighing, "Look bub, I'm not trying to profit here, I just love a good bet, a game of chance y'know?" his eyes opening wide in a puppydog fashion, but clearly not trying to convince you of anything. "I'm a prisoner, trapped in a cage all day... well except when dey take us out of course! I need to keep my mind occupied, and I've always loved a good gamble. I can't help that these were da dice dat fell into my lap, y'know? As for information.. As I already said, It'll have to wait, there's really no time left ta talk."
The Quaggoth looked at Cade Quizzically, as if it did not understand, and raising one of it's eyebrows haughtilly, Evrik, would feel a thought wash over him through the mental link. "First one commoner, and now another. Mushroom... What does he want? And why does he bother the High Prince Darendil?" otherwise, not moving from his spot. But he eyes the gate where the guards gather. Irritation obvious at this fact, coming out as an angry growl.
Cade, despite his faint attempts, did glean a bit.. just slightly, that the scarred male seems less upset with the priestess he was with now, than the one that had been there before. In fact he seemed almost anticipatory.. though of what, Cade wouldn't imagine - That's when the Scarred Drow locked eyes with the Goblin, and a knowing smile crossed his features, as if webs and plans were being weaved in his mind. Though 'fear' seemed the last feeling he had ever felt.
Stool let a wave of thoughts pass, all of them indiscernible. Finally saying "Let me share my gift with them, tell them, quickly. Time is short." a wave of urgency felt through the link. Stoll then told the Quaggoth-Prince what Cade had said, causing the Quaggoth to stare down at Cade, who may or may not have been paying attention at this point, letting Stool know he did not speak the commoners language.
Finally, the Dwarf Woman awakens from all the combined commotion, only saying [Dwarvish] "Ach shite... it's gunna appen again... I wonder 'oo it'll be this toim" her accent especially thick, for a Dwarf. As one, the prisoners all seem to move towards the front of the gate, and prostrate themselves before the drow, except the Quaggoth, who holds his head high and proud, if not for his beastly looks you could almost call it regal.
By now, all the soldiers had assembled, including four Quaggoths at the perimiter. Totaling fifteen drow warriors, five of which seemed much more powerful than the massed ones in front. Behind them the priestess watched, before saying, with that same magically augmented voice, allowing all present to hear, and understand. "I am Asha, Preistess of the only true god, Lolth. It seems you slaves need another demonstration of exactly where you stand in this world. But worry not, you will be a sacrifice to Lolth! You should feel honor that even beings as paltry as yourselves could even be considered worthy." She smiled, but less sadistically than the prior preistess.. Ambition flickered in her features, like a flame that needed fanning.
The male Drow, then speaking to the prisoners in the same manner, would say "All of you, out, now. Unless you wish to find out how a tailors cushion feels" with that, all but two of the soldiers drew their crossbows if they hadn't already been out -a volley aimed at fish in a barrel with no cover except themselves. The two closest to the gate, instead drew short-swords, and unlocked the gate.
The rest of the prisoners complied without complaint, moving from their various positions in the cell out onto the tiny walkway, allowing just enough room for the combined entourage of prisoners, and soldiers space to move. Some of the elite soldiers moving out onto the nearby Silken Rope Bridge, and sighting towards the congregation of bodies. The priestess moving back, farther up the stairs that led to who knew where, gaining a vantage point to observe.
The Koa-Toa offering a single glance at the Warlock.
Lastly, the Derro, Buppido, who had been the first to talk to the group, hopped onto Chubby's shoulder, whispering quickly into his ear. "Shall I smite them?" he asked, in a low voice, brimming with confidence. "Is that your desire? I can grant it, you know. Afterall, I am a god""
Here you all have a choice to follow their orders, or to do something else. make your choices wisely.
If any should choose to attack, instead of follow along with the commands of the drow...
Drow Soldier: AC - 15.
Drow Elite : AC - 18
Quaggoth : AC - 13
Preistess : AC - 13
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Chubby will bide his time, quietly complying with the idiotic Drow requests for submission. HOWEVER, when they all shuffled out of the cell, he made sure to follow right behind that meekling Drow who cowered in the cell when they first met. He wants to be right behind that weakling. All the while, he'll continue to hold his wrists together, wrapped in the broken chain, to make it appear that his hands are still bound together.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Arthasis couldn’t make sense of the Kuo-Toa’s words and would not be bothered to try either. For all he knew, the creature could have been just another raving mad lunatic. And after hearing the announcement of the drow priestess, there were definitely more pressing issues to consider. Being a sacrifice to Lolth did not sound too desirable, but Arthasis quickly realized that fighting against the drow in their current state was not really an option. It would have been almost impossible, even if they were not chained and had their equipment. He jumped to his feet and moved towards the others who were leaving the cell, all the while trying to find any exploitable weaknesses in the drow’s set up that would allow him to escape or at the very least give him some more time. Investigation: 20
As they were jammed together on the walkway outside the cell, he also tried to talk to his fellow prisoners using the most subdued voice he could manage, “Any suggestions? I have a bad feeling about this.”
Evrik leaned closer into the group he'd been standing with and introduced Stool saying, "This little guy needs some protection but uh... well... his communication methods are a little... different? He's alright though, and has some other connections here. Apparently that Quaggoth back in the corner is a prince, or so that's his story. Not sure why the goblin there is hiding behind him, but if something goes down here, he may be a good ally. He seems to speak Elvish which I know as well. If I get a chance, I will try to learn what I can."
As Crispy's dwarf friend moves along toward the scarred drow, Evrik moves up beside the dwarf and adds in a quiet voice "Hello good sir, my name is Evrik, who might you be? I met your friend earlier. Glad that orc thing didn't go sideways."
Evrik then reaches out to the Quaggoth via his mental connection to Stool, Pardon me Highness, I am not sure of the goblins intent. However, Asha seems full of ill will and I do not like leaving my fate to chance. Seems you have an idea of what's coming and seek no part of it. Yet there are other Quaggoth standing with the Drow. What do you know of the situation? Evrik hopes for an answer and tries to discern the intentions of the prince. (Insight 15)
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It was clear they were outnumbered and weaponless.
Crispy never backed down from a fight, but her bravery and feral combat instincts told her this was no time to engage, and she didn't wish to die. The odds were not good.
"Everybody relax. Let's see what they do. Now is not the opportunity." she whispered to anyone who could hear, or understand.
Seeing the numbers before them, Immotichey begins to nervously look around to the others. He takes a calming breath and gives Crispy a nod in agreement. As they are quietly herded out, he quietly asks the wagger-happy gnome, "What is this all about?"
Cade takes notice of the look from the prince, and with a grimace steps away. Much as his instincts demanded he hide behind something powerful as soon as the priestess made her declaration, it would not be the first time they were rejected in favor of more rational thought. Even so, when it became clear none intended to make a sudden move on the guard, he chose to stick close to the prince, and as FAR away from Evrik, Chubby, and Stool as he possibly could while getting frog marched out of the cell.
Or at the very least, Cade tries to keep an eye out on three while keeping his gaze lowered in the presence of the priestess and scarred drow. Either way, not a peep gets out of the goblin for now.
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The Quaggoth spoke through the mental link even as he began forward. "I simply did not wish to be stuck between commoners and vagabonds. It's bad enough I am trapped in this cage with them. And I am not a Quaggoth." a note of irritation passes through the mental link "And never dare insinuate such nonsense again. I was cursed into this form by ..someone, and will be an elf once more eventually. As for the Quaggoth outside? The are here to make sure you prefer to stay in line .. such barbarians. What will happen though? One of us is going to be a sacrifice, and a warning to the rest. However fear not peasant, the chances of it being you are low... considering how many of us there are. And I've never seen them sacrifice more than one... yet" With that, the Quaggoth Prince got up and fell in line with the rest of the prisoners, walking on all fours. (You sense no lies, and his intent is clearly to do as he's told for fear of death. You do however note he seems to be irrationally irritated by being told he is anything less than an elven prince - perhaps that could be useful? You also note it is possible to hide your mind from the others in the mental link)
The Gnome would simply say to Immo "Just do as you're told bub, and hope you don't win the lottery here. This is the only gamble I don't like but the odd are in our favor. But one way, or anudduh, someone's gunna die. But I will tell you some juicy info if you and I are still alive after this."
Stool would shift down, his legs touching Cripsys' and Chubbys' ears, similar spores being thrust inside, if they did not resist at all. Doing the same to Immo, if he did not resist. and repeating the process with the newcomers if they did not resist or attack him, though Cade dutifully avoided Stool.
Arthasis' would look around, but see no viable means of escape from the throng. There were drow everywhere, on every available path - that number totaling two, the rope bridge that several warriors had taken positions on, with crossbows at the ready, the other wider pathway filled with most of the rest of the soldiers, and the priestess even higher up the stairs, granting her the high ground advantage, and the cell behind them. No other paths were available. Though he did notice there was a second rope-bridge coming from another part of the stalagmite, leading to a waterfall that was perhaps 30-45 yards off to his left, the only path there being the bridges. He didn't have long to contemplate, however, as the moment the entire congregation arrived, several drow warriors surrounded the Orc, Ront, and began beating him mercilessly with their fists, Ront cried out like a scared child until suddenly they stopped... the Orc, shaking on the ground.
The Derro that had spoken to Chubby bristled... whispering in a low tone "You ignore the offer of a god?" incredulity obvious, but falling in line with the rest, as he did not get his answer, or even an answer at all.
The Dwarf being one of the few who could understand him, would whisper "Just do as yer are told. We are 'opelessly outmatch-ed wiffout weapons or arrmorr.. and..." she was cut off...
The priestess then speaking once more "I have heard that this Orc was causing trouble... as he always seems to." letting the statement hang over the gathered, shaking her head in mock-disappointment. "But not only did he start a fight, he failed to entertain his betters properly, giving up at the slightest bit of returned hostility.. nono, this will not do. You were supposed to be sold off orc" she practically spat the word in disgust. "You are worth nothing as a slave-gladiator, if you will cow the moment your enemy looks at you! Now, you have earned your fate as a Sacrifice to Lolths children..." suddenly each drow that had beaten him, grabbed a limb, and in a single motion, tossed him over the edge of the ridge.
As Ront fell, he began to scream louder, shrilly. The soldiers nearest the prisoners taking their collars, by a special handle on the back of each, and thrust the newest prisoners towards the edge, crossbow bolts pushed to the backs of their heads, and ready to fire, to force them to watch Ronts' fate. The other prisoners complying to varying degrees, as if they knew they had to.
As Ront fell screaming, he stopped suddenly, suspended in webs, and struggle as he might, he was unable to break free, likely weakened by the bite on his shoulder from earlier.. The priestess casting a spell that created a dim light over him, and his immediate area so all could see in the darkness. A massive web was revealed suddenly, seeming to cover the entire expanse below. As the orc struggled against the silken strands, the prisoners would see the webs begin to shake... more.. and more. And within moments, three Giant Spiders descended on Ront, filling him with their venom's, he went stiff, rigid, paralyzed from the combined toxicity. Then they began to feed, draining him of his lifeblood within moments. The spiders lingered there, bobbing up and down as arachnids are wont to do for several minutes, before slinking back into the darkness beyond the dim light. The other prisoners reactions were mostly that of someone who had seen this happen several times before, and were otherwise acquiescent, given their situation.
The guards pulling the prisoners back from the edge. All of them except Arthasis, Chubby, Crispy and Immotichey, who they held there, just on the edge.
The priestess speaking once more, "And I heard that one of you also was causing trouble. Which one of you was it? Tell me now, or suffer the same fate as the Orc."
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Keeping his eyes ahead on their captors, Immotichey doesn't realize what the mushroom was up to until it was too late. The sudden sensation causes him to rub at his ear and then he opens and closes his mouth - as if adjusting to a change in air pressure. "What was that...?"
Watching the orc meet its demise, the lizardman allows a slight grin to appear. When the priestess asks for an explanation, he sneers back to her and then replies."I wanted to show him," waving a hand down to the ravine, "that we were not going to be picked on."
Though Immo was please, I couldn't help but shiver... Ick, spiders!
While on the way to what would be the orc’s gruesome execution, the myconid confined with them reached out with his tentacles and attempted to get a hold of the warlock’s arm. Disgusted and annoyed Arthasis shoved it away and distanced himself from the living fungus.
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“Trouble? One of us? I think you are mistaken, oh most glorious mistress.”, Arthasis said while staring into the utter darkness that just consumed the orc. “Some of them had been merely defending themselves against this vile creature which you just showed the mercy of Lolth. I saw it with my very eyes, waking at the other side of the cell.”, he stated hoping that the drow would pay attention to the last part. “Might I add that even though I am just a lowly human, I can still be of value to you. On the surface I was a powerful and respected mage…”, 'well, close enough' , he thought to himself before he continued, “… and I could still render outstanding services to you.”
Admittedly, he showed a few magic abilities as of late and he did begin to study various old tomes to harness his new powers, but to call him a powerful mage was a bit of a stretch. It were the kind of half-truths that Arthasis told his whole life growing up in Athkatla’s underbelly. Most of the time the worked just fine and he sure hoped that they would work right now. Deception:20
Crispy was full of trouble, sure, but that's not how she wanted to die today, she thought to herself. She shot a glance at Chubby, who also remained silent, thankfully.
She didn't speak, she just watched. These drow meant business, and the Drow pushed Ront off the edge like he was nothing, to make an example.
For now, she said nothing. Bide her time. She looked at Arthasis as he spoke, wondering what the Priestess would say.
There was something about this place that was very different. The dream she had confirmed this. No. She would wait. Now was not the time.
Patience, Cora. Patience.
Cade kept a count. The number of steps. The number of guards. The number of light sources (if anything). Whenever he wasn't busy keeping an eye on the others (stool especially), the goblin had been counting things. He had been imprisoned once before, and helm willing he would break free of another incarceration. And he was no stranger of seeing another get made an example, or a lover of Orcs for that matter.
However, seeing the orc's ruthless killing, the goblin grimaces and shook his head in pity. Nothing much was thought of being pulled away until four of the others are left at the edge. He starts to lurch forward, but held (if not only guarded at this point) as he was, Cade stopped short and began glaring at the back of the guard that held Crispy and Arthasis. At the first sign of the drow attempting to push either or (though Crispy will take priority), Cade was gonna try to shake free himself long enough to leap on the man's back, and get him into a choke hold using his bindings as a garrote.
(If and ONLY if he goes to try and push her)
Bonus Action: Disengage with Nimble Escape(if possible/necessary).
Ready to grapple one of the drow holding his fellow humans.
Athletics: 6.
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As he watched the orc's demise from his uncomfortable position of being held at the edge of the ridge, Evrik reached out to the prince again through the mental link, My apologies highness, I did not realize that such a tragedy had befallen you. Evrik noted that perhaps there would be a time to focus the princes anger on an enemy but for now, as they were all looking over a great pit, he thought it best to wait until he and his recent acquaintances were at least a bit further from certain death.
He then surveyed his surroundings making note of the details that Stool had already shared and tried to determine if there were additional routes or places that the tiny spore had yet to reveal. Perhaps some tiny hiding spot or possible escape route. (Investigation 12)
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The priestess seems to be disgusted by Immo, however anger flaring in her eyes as such a lowly creature, even lower than a human! would dare to sneer at a drow! With a snap of her fingers, Immo was tossed over the edge.
With another snap, he was caught by the tail, though just barely, the warriors holding him, dangling by his lengthy appendage. Immo would feel the vertigo of dangling over an immeasurably large fall. "Overstep your bounds again, Iblith, and you too shall be a sacrifice in the glory and wonder of Lolth. The only reason you yet live, aside from my gracious mercy, is your value as a test subject. Your kind is rare here in the Underdark." then to the crowd, wrapping her arms about herself haughtily, sneering down at them all with chin and nose raised as if disgusted she had to speak to them at all. "And yes, this does mean some of you are more valuable than others. Let this lesson sink in."
Next, she listened to the Warlock, her eyes narrowing at his words too, however, she motioned for the guard holding him to bring him forward, closer to her. When he was near, she would command the soldier to release him, but stay close. Her finger left the pocket of her inner elbow where it had been until now, taking her index, and pressing it against his bare chest, trailing sensually upwards, like a lover would, raising his chin, and leaving her finger there, as if to say stay put. The Scarred Male seemed to be paying extra close attention to this, when she would call out to him "Jorlan, you will accompany us, yes?" Something flickered in Jorlans' eyes. But he simply nodded, and made his way to their side.
She pressed her face, dangerously close to his, letting her sweet breath caress his lips before speaking again "That makes you both very dangerous, and very intriguing. Perhaps I have.. another use or two for you. When we are done here, you will accompany me to my chambers, we have much to discuss." her words came out as a purr, before releasing him back into the guards custody, where he would remain, unless he decided to do otherwise. Whether his deception had worked, or she was toying with him, was hard to tell, but she seemed convinced enough by him.
The Quaggoth sent waves of appreciative emotions through the link to Evrik, but said nothing. The rest of the prisoners remaining silent, and solemn, even if they hated Ront, they knew that could be thier fate at her whim. The Gnome whispering to Evrik, breifly "She's da nice one.."
Evrik would see what the sporeling had shown them, in much clearer detail, but everything was exposed, and flat, or an unknown distance of a fall. In the distance, far far off to the left, atleast one hundred yards, he could see faint lights, similar to the ones near them all now. he made out the silhouette of what may have been a building or post. It also appeared, they were in a grand tunnel, massive in size, and they were likely on the upper half. Little more could be gleaned from that position, as the cave blocked the view except the waterfall he had heard before, was now visible, raining down into where the webs would be, though the webs did not move despite this. perhaps that meant something? All sound near the waterfall seemed to be drown out by it's roar. Otherwise, it seemed that all the paths were funneled between tight ridges against the cave wall, or silken-rope bridges, a perfect way to limit where prisoners could escape. He did note what seemed to be a passage to the north, but a wave of fear-like emotions went through the mental link from Stool as he did.
Finally, the priestess' gaze fell upon the Crispy and Chubby. "And you? What have you to say? You've been almost guiltily quiet... Shall I take that as affirmation that you also took part in this? Perhaps you antagonized the Orc, to make him attack you. or perhaps you and the Orc were in league? Perhaps you were attempting to .. cause a commotion? Be honest now."
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Crispy bristled, and remained silent for a moment, her eyes narrowing at the Priestess. Easy, Cora.
"Oh, i'm guilty of many things." She admitted frankly, "But, i'm not going to share any of that with you. I mean, really. You have us where you want us. What will you do now? You’ve made your point, you dont have to prove it.”
Crispy wasn’t afraid, in fact, she was bold. Daring. But not too bold. Clearly some of the other captives had potential, and Crispy would bide her time some more until an opportunity came up. Not to mention wherever they were was giving her different nightmares, and that was not good. The Drow wouldn’t kill them all, this Priestess was clearly toying with them. She was pushing her authority around, showing who was in charge. Fine.
But what caught her attention was the Drow with the scars. He was acting..jealous..?
Interesting, she thought to herself.
Heart racing at the thought of the lizard going over the edge only to be caught at the last moment, Evrik tries to calm himself. One wrong move in this place could be his last. Hiding his thoughts he says a silent prayer to Berronar asking for calm and guidance.
He searches through his thoughts and memories, reflecting back to his studies, trying to recall if he'd come across any information about a god named Lolth or any of the gods Priestesses. Who were these people and what did they value? (History 11)
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Chubby bows low down to the ground, and then upon rising up, addresses the Drow Priestess: "Your lovely children looked rather hungry down there, m'lady. In fact, you look a little parched yourself. I have special...talents....in the kitchen that may be of use to you as well! I offer to you my services as Manager of Sheer Gastronomical Delights! Please give me the honor of service in your kitchen, and I'll make you a meal that will delight your senses like none other before."
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Crispy knew what Chubby was doing. Clever. She glanced at him quickly and gave him a look, just a look, but he could read her face. Where there’s eating utensils, there’s something sharp.
It’s possible they might put them all to work, or do slave labor. Good. If the Priestess wanted to make an example and kill a few of us, so be it. Her years as an investigator kept her sharp and detail oriented. But the guards were many, and resistance would mean death.