After reviewing my notes, I have judged that, Everyone receives DM Inspiration, some should have gotten this sooner, but i was negligent about this. I will do better in the future.. I have edited your character sheets to reflect this. You will see this as a 'sunlike' symbol near the top of your character sheet. Inspiration grants you a ONE TIME use of an AT WILL advantage roll. (If you are unaware, on the dice roller, there is a drop-down menu on the BASIC roller, that allows you to choose 'Ad/disadvantage' on the roll) When you use your Inspiration, please edit your character sheet appropriately by removing the inspiration. Also, when you use it, please state in bold letters, something akin to "Feeling suddenly inspired, I attack"
I have deemed that Arthasis, Crispy and Evrik have been excessively true to character. Everyone has done very well in this regard too, however after reviewing their backstories, IC Personalities, and various other elements, I have deemed that Arthasis, Crispy and Evrik have reached a personal Milestone. They gain one level.
After he finishes his second bowl of soup, Immotichey slides to the back of the cell and looks for a place to stash two of the gold coins he had located during his task. He tucks the other into the band of his underpants. He finds a place to lie down for the evening - he supposes, as his sense of time has been thrown off, and get some rest just as Arthasis returns. Once the human has finished his explanation, "That agrees with what the gnome told me as well. Also, the pretty man-drow is the brother of one trying to overthrow the priestess."
Immotichey leans back to relax and something causes him to scratch his ear. *A good chance indeed...but who in here would be reliable allies??*
That last line is on the spore hotline...in case I wasn't clear.
(Pretty sure that is good enough to know he is referring to Chubby. Sorry. I forgot to bubble this at the end like now)
(Also, the lizardfolk wears pants!?)
Cade chuckles behind a fist. "Pretty man-drow."As the buzz dies away, the goblin frowns and starts scratching his chin again. "Still... Maybe there is.. something.. there. Would explain look. And tension...among the top task masters."Cade admits as much before glancing over to some of the sleeping prisoners. "Either way. Whatever path.. you choose. Fight from their right.... Or take out their left. They favor the left."
On that note, Cade will get up and go back to finding a spot to rest away from Stool and the others.
(The camera pans from Cade to Crispy, and zooms slowly in on her face, completely wrinkled in confusion. She looks at the camera and nack to Cade, bewildered.)
Crispy leaned against the rock wall and thought. Chubby was unattended. The guards wouldn't just simply let the fat ass in with the knives. He would probably toss them in the cell through the bars once he was close enough, but he had to GET close enough, and that meant to distract the guards.
After the days chores, and successful smuggling venture, Evrik sits down and cautiously takes a spoonful of the soup. Meh. Not good, but it will have to do. He noticed Arthasis brought back into the cell. Getting up and walking over he nodded, introduced himself and took a seat nearby, listening carefully as Arthasis recounted his findings. Once the human finished talking, Evrik began to share the knowledge he gained during the day, being careful to hide his thoughts from the myconid thread and quiet enough so that only those few associates nearby could hear. "Time is indeed short. I overheard the guards saying that another detachment is on it's way now intending to pick up us new arrivals. They shall arrive three days hence. In addition, there is apparently some discord between Asha and Ilyvara Mizzrym. Not sure who she is but apparently use to be hot and heavy with that scarred drow. I'm not sure when the moment may present itself, but I also stashed a few coils of rope. Until we can find our things, it may at least help us navigate up and down some of this cave. If we can ever get out of this cell that is."
Evrik continues eating his soup. Saving a tiny bit for his new spider friend. Whispering, "Here you are little guy, have a taste of soup. Now... what shall we call you? Taevi. What do you think?" The spider crawled around near him. Eh, still good to have a distraction, he thought.
He was starting to drift off into an uneasy rest when he had thoughts of another dwarf enter his mind. He strained to look through the dark and could make out a vague dwarf-like shape out near the bridge. [Darkvision] Evrik nudged Crispy and nodded toward the cell entrance. "I think your friend is back, but looks like he's unescorted. How are we going to get him in here?"
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"Knowing Chubby," She turned to Evrik, "He's going to take the passive approach and walk right up to the guards and ask if they can cage him again. Then he'll give us the knives he better have stolen from the kitchen, like I asked him to. That is, IF he managed to sneak around, and that's literally impossible for him. He'll get caught. He makes so much noise, you can hear him two miles away."
Chubby ambles up to the two guards in front of the cell, stumbling like he's exhausted and has been beat to a pulp for the last 8 hours, let's out a 5 second long <buuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppppppppppppppppp> that would make their toes curl back twice over, and dejectedly tells the guards "The dinner was a complete success, and the Queen was quite impressed. She sent me back to my cell, but suggested you guys go and eat the leftovers. May I please get back into the cell? I'm beat."
Crispy's head jolted up when she saw Chubby ambling up to the guards.
"What in the bloody Hells-?" She said, softly, amazed. "How did he ever sneak past the-"
And then it dawned on her.
"Oh HELLS," she said in dread, "He's gonna-!"
Chubby let out a huge enormous burp, if Crispy didn't see it and cover her nose and mouth, she definately would have fainted again. She cursed and glared at him, as if to will something into his head along the lines of eating more vegetables.
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(Soldiers CON Save 1: 11 2:15 ) (Rolling for chubby, to allow myself to post. Chubby Facial-Gas DC Check: 20
One of the guards drew his Short-sword, speaking with incredulity "There is no such thing as a Drow Queen you imbe-" Both guards curled up their noses , attempting to fan away the stench, or whatever particular potent property his expulsion possessed. After a few moments of resistance, they both collapsed to the floor.
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At this point, I have nothing I can really do else-wise without it feeling like forced plot to me. So consider this free-chat-posting time. Do you all go to sleep? Do you all discuss plans? Will you wait until the Asha and Jorlan free you, or will you attempt your escape now? (Remember, Chubby has extra info!) Will you rouse the other prisoners and tell them of your plot? will you allow them to wallow here and suffer whatever horrible fate they would have at the hands of the drow? How many of them will you bring with you, if any, and who will you abandon? As Immotichey mentally stated, who do you all think may be good or bad in a fight? Didn't the one Derro, who wasn't a twin say he was a god? If you wait till Jorlan frees you, will he provide you weapons? or are they ultimately out to betray you?
Final note - it has almost been a complete 24 hours IC.
In any case, I will be up very very late today. for atleast 6-7 hours from the time of this post.
Do you all discuss plans? My suggestion is Yes (especially because Chubby is technically clueless as to what you all learned today, and hasn't been able to share what he learned either). So to be fair and in character, we should prolly strategize a plan together?
Will you wait until the Asha and Jorlan free you, or will you attempt your escape now? Chubby knows diddly squat about this, but o_Merlin_o sporephones in a vote to do just this. There are so dang many Drow hanging around here, we'd never all make successful stealth rolls. We need "inside" help, which I think this option offers up.
Will you rouse the other prisoners and tell them of your plot? Good question - do we trust them enough? Chubby probably would only believe his fellow dwarf at this point (that sleepy chick)....especially if she's got sexy dwarf facial and body hair. And that Drow prisoner that's in there with us? No way would he trust that sniveling mushroom vomiter.
will you allow them to wallow here and suffer whatever horrible fate they would have at the hands of the drow? Bring 'em with us! Or at least the ones we trust to not call out "prison break!" when Jorlan frees us. They'll make good canon fodder for us.
How many of them will you bring with you, if any, and who will you abandon? Again, I vote we bring them all out with us --- the ones that we trust. I fear that there is a spy amongst the group, though.
As Immotichey mentally stated, who do you all think may be good or bad in a fight? Crispy. And something is weird about that elf-turned-mushroom dude that frankly surprises me. I think he's got more up his sleeve than he's revealed, so far.
Didn't the one Derro, who wasn't a twin say he was a god? I think that he's mentally nuts. Would make good canon fodder.
If you wait till Jorlan frees you, will he provide you weapons? or are they ultimately out to betray you? Good question. This could be the Drow leader's way of teasing us, just to play games with us. But I still think it's probably our best lead to escaping so far. Chubby just brought back daggers (finest Drow quality, glowing I'm sure) for everyone, and will share with everyone that he thinks he found all our missing equipment. My suggestion is we let Jorlan free us, then use our new daggers to protect us until Chubby leads the group to our equipment. From there, it's no holds bar chaos and pandemonium.
After Arthasis finished his report on the situation, he listened to the remarks of the assembled prisoners. Their information only corroborated what the drow woman had been saying and he was convinced that she and her co-conspirators would get them out of this cell in the near future. “We should bide our time. Without any assistance from within, there are just too many drow for us to handle.”He waited a second before continuing even quieter, “We also may want to consider whom to inform about this plot. The more people we involve in this the higher the risk of someone informing the drow. To be honest they don’t have to know anything. When the time is right we just set them on the nearest guards and improvise from there.”
Just as Arthasis finished he suddenly noticed the dwarf who they sent into the kitchens outside the cells. He somehow got rid of his guards and before the warlock knew it the dwarf somehow knocked out the two soldiers in front of the cell. “You are going to get yourself killed, dwarf!”, Arthasis snapped. “You need to find a way into the cells or come up with a good place to hide.”He pointed towards the unconscious guards, “Search them for the keys!”
(I'm assuming Chubby took a key from one of the guards and let himself back in?)
Crispy looked at Chubby with relief and surprise. She was glad he was ok, by marveled at the fact that he actually sneaked around the compound, or that his burps could reach such a level of toxicity. The last part didn't surprise her much. He tossed her a knife, and she snatched it mid air, and smiled devilishly. Now we're talking. It wasn't her short swords, but this would do nicely.
"Here's what I think we should do." she said to anyone listening. "We've gathered some decent information today, so my vote is we allow those two drow to let us out, and use the major diversion they're going to create to get our stuff from that chest the huge gross spider is guarding." She got distracted and shivered for a moment thinking about it. "Echh, spiders." She then focused and continued. "Then we take everyone we can and get the Hells out of here. Do I trust all of you? No, not really, not yet, but right now we need to work together to get out of here. After that, I don't care too much."
She took a moment to think some more. "But before all that, we should probably get some sleep."
Surprised at Chubby's ability to work his way back into the cell, Evrik began to relax just a little. Once everyone was caught up on the days events, he let the small group of trusted aquantances know that he was ready to move with the Jorlan and Ashra plan as well; it being the best opportunity to present itself thus far, especially knowing about the infighting between Ashra and Ilyvara. He then quietly offered one more thought to the group while hiding his thoughts from the myconid net, "The Quaggoth over there says he's a prince. And further claims he is not a Quaggoth. He speaks fluent elvish and I have the feeling he's being honest. However, I'm not sure if his real form is Drow or some other Elf. I do not completely trust him, but he may have some use yet, if nothing but a distraction. He seems to get very agitated when not treated as royalty. Maybe we could leverage that in some manner. "
Finally, exhaustion setting in, he leans against a wall and falls into an uneasy sleep.
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"You are a surprising one,"Immotichey says gravely voice to Chubby. Then he turns to Crispy and whomever else had a spore implanted, as he doesn't want the others to overhear his concerns. *I don't trust the gnome over there. It seems he could be bought easily.... But, and I don't know what it is, the twins over there seem intriguing.*
In regards to the intrigue of the twins, it is similar to when Vox Machina was in the underdark and Keyleth was fascinated with the waterfall... "You know... Because it's a waterfall..."
*I don't trust much. But, I agree with you about the gnome. In fact, I don't trust most of these other prisoners. But that's just my nature until someone proves themselves.* She said to Immotichey.
As the night wore on, Crispy was tired and her eyes began to droop. Chubby would soon be snoring loudly and she hated sleeping. But not because of his snoring. It was because she was cursed - or believed she truly was. What else could it be? She only slept when she absolutely had to, and her years in the military drastically augmented her stamina, but the human body had limits, and sleep soon overtook her, despite the resistance she attempted to avoid it.
The dreams were always the same.
After years of physical abuse as a child, the first thing Crispy did upon graduation from the Academy was to find her father and murder him on the streets. For three days, each day she found him, homeless, drunk, and in some alley, she would drag him out into the open and beat him to a pulp with her bare hands like wild, untamed, savage animal. All fury, hate, and frustration released on him in physical form. She was no longer a weak little child, the Military had forged a powerful weapon, but getting her to hold on to her temper? That wasn't as successful. On the third day, she killed him.
Usually, her nightmares involved her as a small weak child in an endless rolling grass field in the depths of night, with stars overhead in a pattern she didn't recognize. A shadowy silhouette of her father's large form in the distance, club in hand. The one he always used to break her bones. Fear and panic overtake her, and she tries to run, but always fails. Like stuck in tar. At the height of primal fear and flight, he overtakes her slowly but surely, and is beaten into oblivion. The pain overwhelming each time. Screaming at the top of her lungs. Powerless.
It's at about this point she startles awake with a loud bark of a scream, drenched with sweat and her heart racing so fast. So without further ado, here's the scream everyone hears in the middle of the night:
As it looked like everybody else went to sleep, Arthasis decided to do the same. It was probably for the best to get some rest before the great escape was going down. Nobody knew when they would be able to get some quiet time in the future. Lying there waiting for the sleep to come, he contemplated how he ended up in this situation. For months after the first ritual which established his connection to the higher power responsible for his new abilities, Arthasis had been trying to discover with whom exactly he struck this bargain and what it would entail. From the beginning it had been quite obvious to him that his new capabilities came from a rather dark place, and he just had to know what price there would be to pay.
Then, a few weeks ago his patron finally revealed the faintest of leads to him, clues he would find in the strangest of places only for him to see. The warlock followed them and they led him here. For what reason was beyond him. With that Arthasis fell into a dreamless slumber only to be wakened a few hours later by the haunting scream of the human woman. As consciousness slowly came back to him, he turned towards her, “What’s wrong? Attention is pretty much the last thing we need right now.”
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After reviewing my notes, I have judged that, Everyone receives DM Inspiration, some should have gotten this sooner, but i was negligent about this. I will do better in the future.. I have edited your character sheets to reflect this. You will see this as a 'sunlike' symbol near the top of your character sheet. Inspiration grants you a ONE TIME use of an AT WILL advantage roll. (If you are unaware, on the dice roller, there is a drop-down menu on the BASIC roller, that allows you to choose 'Ad/disadvantage' on the roll) When you use your Inspiration, please edit your character sheet appropriately by removing the inspiration. Also, when you use it, please state in bold letters, something akin to "Feeling suddenly inspired, I attack"
I have deemed that Arthasis, Crispy and Evrik have been excessively true to character. Everyone has done very well in this regard too, however after reviewing their backstories, IC Personalities, and various other elements, I have deemed that Arthasis, Crispy and Evrik have reached a personal Milestone. They gain one level.
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Cade rolls his eyes, and then puts his hands on his belly and starts waddling around in a circle. After, he feigns tugging at a non-existent mustache.
"'You know... 'That' Shadow." He says, giving her another meaningful look.
(Just for flavor)
Performance: 10.
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Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Crispy stares at Cade, blankly, still trying to figure out what he's trying to say. It was late at night, and she was weary and tired.
Insight: 17
Maybe she knew..? She paid as best attention as she could.
Why goblins couldn't speak in full sentences was beyond her, but a few things were beyond her, she had to admit. Like WHAT he was trying to SAY.
After he finishes his second bowl of soup, Immotichey slides to the back of the cell and looks for a place to stash two of the gold coins he had located during his task. He tucks the other into the band of his underpants. He finds a place to lie down for the evening - he supposes, as his sense of time has been thrown off, and get some rest just as Arthasis returns. Once the human has finished his explanation, "That agrees with what the gnome told me as well. Also, the pretty man-drow is the brother of one trying to overthrow the priestess."
Immotichey leans back to relax and something causes him to scratch his ear. *A good chance indeed...but who in here would be reliable allies??*
That last line is on the spore hotline...in case I wasn't clear.
(Pretty sure that is good enough to know he is referring to Chubby. Sorry. I forgot to bubble this at the end like now)
(Also, the lizardfolk wears pants!?)
Cade chuckles behind a fist. "Pretty man-drow." As the buzz dies away, the goblin frowns and starts scratching his chin again. "Still... Maybe there is.. something.. there. Would explain look. And tension...among the top task masters." Cade admits as much before glancing over to some of the sleeping prisoners. "Either way. Whatever path.. you choose. Fight from their right.... Or take out their left. They favor the left."
On that note, Cade will get up and go back to finding a spot to rest away from Stool and the others.
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(The camera pans from Cade to Crispy, and zooms slowly in on her face, completely wrinkled in confusion. She looks at the camera and nack to Cade, bewildered.)
Crispy leaned against the rock wall and thought. Chubby was unattended. The guards wouldn't just simply let the fat ass in with the knives. He would probably toss them in the cell through the bars once he was close enough, but he had to GET close enough, and that meant to distract the guards.
She thought some more. How.
(in time with Arthasis...)
After the days chores, and successful smuggling venture, Evrik sits down and cautiously takes a spoonful of the soup. Meh. Not good, but it will have to do. He noticed Arthasis brought back into the cell. Getting up and walking over he nodded, introduced himself and took a seat nearby, listening carefully as Arthasis recounted his findings. Once the human finished talking, Evrik began to share the knowledge he gained during the day, being careful to hide his thoughts from the myconid thread and quiet enough so that only those few associates nearby could hear. "Time is indeed short. I overheard the guards saying that another detachment is on it's way now intending to pick up us new arrivals. They shall arrive three days hence. In addition, there is apparently some discord between Asha and Ilyvara Mizzrym. Not sure who she is but apparently use to be hot and heavy with that scarred drow. I'm not sure when the moment may present itself, but I also stashed a few coils of rope. Until we can find our things, it may at least help us navigate up and down some of this cave. If we can ever get out of this cell that is."
Evrik continues eating his soup. Saving a tiny bit for his new spider friend. Whispering, "Here you are little guy, have a taste of soup. Now... what shall we call you? Taevi. What do you think?" The spider crawled around near him. Eh, still good to have a distraction, he thought.
He was starting to drift off into an uneasy rest when he had thoughts of another dwarf enter his mind. He strained to look through the dark and could make out a vague dwarf-like shape out near the bridge. [Darkvision] Evrik nudged Crispy and nodded toward the cell entrance. "I think your friend is back, but looks like he's unescorted. How are we going to get him in here?"
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"Knowing Chubby," She turned to Evrik, "He's going to take the passive approach and walk right up to the guards and ask if they can cage him again. Then he'll give us the knives he better have stolen from the kitchen, like I asked him to. That is, IF he managed to sneak around, and that's literally impossible for him. He'll get caught. He makes so much noise, you can hear him two miles away."
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Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Chubby ambles up to the two guards in front of the cell, stumbling like he's exhausted and has been beat to a pulp for the last 8 hours, let's out a 5 second long <buuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppppppppppppppppp> that would make their toes curl back twice over, and dejectedly tells the guards "The dinner was a complete success, and the Queen was quite impressed. She sent me back to my cell, but suggested you guys go and eat the leftovers. May I please get back into the cell? I'm beat."
Perfect recreation of Chubby's burp: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsLkwwY0zXQ
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Crispy's head jolted up when she saw Chubby ambling up to the guards.
"What in the bloody Hells-?" She said, softly, amazed. "How did he ever sneak past the-"
And then it dawned on her.
"Oh HELLS," she said in dread, "He's gonna-!"
Chubby let out a huge enormous burp, if Crispy didn't see it and cover her nose and mouth, she definately would have fainted again. She cursed and glared at him, as if to will something into his head along the lines of eating more vegetables.
(Soldiers CON Save 1: 11 2:15 ) (Rolling for chubby, to allow myself to post. Chubby Facial-Gas DC Check: 20
One of the guards drew his Short-sword, speaking with incredulity "There is no such thing as a Drow Queen you imbe-" Both guards curled up their noses , attempting to fan away the stench, or whatever particular potent property his expulsion possessed. After a few moments of resistance, they both collapsed to the floor.
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At this point, I have nothing I can really do else-wise without it feeling like forced plot to me. So consider this free-chat-posting time. Do you all go to sleep? Do you all discuss plans? Will you wait until the Asha and Jorlan free you, or will you attempt your escape now? (Remember, Chubby has extra info!) Will you rouse the other prisoners and tell them of your plot? will you allow them to wallow here and suffer whatever horrible fate they would have at the hands of the drow? How many of them will you bring with you, if any, and who will you abandon? As Immotichey mentally stated, who do you all think may be good or bad in a fight? Didn't the one Derro, who wasn't a twin say he was a god? If you wait till Jorlan frees you, will he provide you weapons? or are they ultimately out to betray you?
Final note - it has almost been a complete 24 hours IC.
In any case, I will be up very very late today. for atleast 6-7 hours from the time of this post.
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Do you all go to sleep? My suggestion is Yes
Do you all discuss plans? My suggestion is Yes (especially because Chubby is technically clueless as to what you all learned today, and hasn't been able to share what he learned either). So to be fair and in character, we should prolly strategize a plan together?
Will you wait until the Asha and Jorlan free you, or will you attempt your escape now? Chubby knows diddly squat about this, but o_Merlin_o sporephones in a vote to do just this. There are so dang many Drow hanging around here, we'd never all make successful stealth rolls. We need "inside" help, which I think this option offers up.
Will you rouse the other prisoners and tell them of your plot? Good question - do we trust them enough? Chubby probably would only believe his fellow dwarf at this point (that sleepy chick)....especially if she's got sexy dwarf facial and body hair. And that Drow prisoner that's in there with us? No way would he trust that sniveling mushroom vomiter.
will you allow them to wallow here and suffer whatever horrible fate they would have at the hands of the drow? Bring 'em with us! Or at least the ones we trust to not call out "prison break!" when Jorlan frees us. They'll make good canon fodder for us.
How many of them will you bring with you, if any, and who will you abandon? Again, I vote we bring them all out with us --- the ones that we trust. I fear that there is a spy amongst the group, though.
As Immotichey mentally stated, who do you all think may be good or bad in a fight? Crispy. And something is weird about that elf-turned-mushroom dude that frankly surprises me. I think he's got more up his sleeve than he's revealed, so far.
Didn't the one Derro, who wasn't a twin say he was a god? I think that he's mentally nuts. Would make good canon fodder.
If you wait till Jorlan frees you, will he provide you weapons? or are they ultimately out to betray you? Good question. This could be the Drow leader's way of teasing us, just to play games with us. But I still think it's probably our best lead to escaping so far. Chubby just brought back daggers (finest Drow quality, glowing I'm sure) for everyone, and will share with everyone that he thinks he found all our missing equipment. My suggestion is we let Jorlan free us, then use our new daggers to protect us until Chubby leads the group to our equipment. From there, it's no holds bar chaos and pandemonium.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
After Arthasis finished his report on the situation, he listened to the remarks of the assembled prisoners. Their information only corroborated what the drow woman had been saying and he was convinced that she and her co-conspirators would get them out of this cell in the near future. “We should bide our time. Without any assistance from within, there are just too many drow for us to handle.” He waited a second before continuing even quieter, “We also may want to consider whom to inform about this plot. The more people we involve in this the higher the risk of someone informing the drow. To be honest they don’t have to know anything. When the time is right we just set them on the nearest guards and improvise from there.”
Just as Arthasis finished he suddenly noticed the dwarf who they sent into the kitchens outside the cells. He somehow got rid of his guards and before the warlock knew it the dwarf somehow knocked out the two soldiers in front of the cell. “You are going to get yourself killed, dwarf!”, Arthasis snapped. “You need to find a way into the cells or come up with a good place to hide.” He pointed towards the unconscious guards, “Search them for the keys!”
(I'm assuming Chubby took a key from one of the guards and let himself back in?)
Crispy looked at Chubby with relief and surprise. She was glad he was ok, by marveled at the fact that he actually sneaked around the compound, or that his burps could reach such a level of toxicity. The last part didn't surprise her much. He tossed her a knife, and she snatched it mid air, and smiled devilishly. Now we're talking. It wasn't her short swords, but this would do nicely.
"Here's what I think we should do." she said to anyone listening. "We've gathered some decent information today, so my vote is we allow those two drow to let us out, and use the major diversion they're going to create to get our stuff from that chest the huge gross spider is guarding." She got distracted and shivered for a moment thinking about it. "Echh, spiders." She then focused and continued. "Then we take everyone we can and get the Hells out of here. Do I trust all of you? No, not really, not yet, but right now we need to work together to get out of here. After that, I don't care too much."
She took a moment to think some more. "But before all that, we should probably get some sleep."
Surprised at Chubby's ability to work his way back into the cell, Evrik began to relax just a little. Once everyone was caught up on the days events, he let the small group of trusted aquantances know that he was ready to move with the Jorlan and Ashra plan as well; it being the best opportunity to present itself thus far, especially knowing about the infighting between Ashra and Ilyvara. He then quietly offered one more thought to the group while hiding his thoughts from the myconid net, "The Quaggoth over there says he's a prince. And further claims he is not a Quaggoth. He speaks fluent elvish and I have the feeling he's being honest. However, I'm not sure if his real form is Drow or some other Elf. I do not completely trust him, but he may have some use yet, if nothing but a distraction. He seems to get very agitated when not treated as royalty. Maybe we could leverage that in some manner. "
Finally, exhaustion setting in, he leans against a wall and falls into an uneasy sleep.
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"You are a surprising one," Immotichey says gravely voice to Chubby. Then he turns to Crispy and whomever else had a spore implanted, as he doesn't want the others to overhear his concerns. *I don't trust the gnome over there. It seems he could be bought easily.... But, and I don't know what it is, the twins over there seem intriguing.*
In regards to the intrigue of the twins, it is similar to when Vox Machina was in the underdark and Keyleth was fascinated with the waterfall... "You know... Because it's a waterfall..."
*I don't trust much. But, I agree with you about the gnome. In fact, I don't trust most of these other prisoners. But that's just my nature until someone proves themselves.* She said to Immotichey.
As the night wore on, Crispy was tired and her eyes began to droop. Chubby would soon be snoring loudly and she hated sleeping. But not because of his snoring. It was because she was cursed - or believed she truly was. What else could it be? She only slept when she absolutely had to, and her years in the military drastically augmented her stamina, but the human body had limits, and sleep soon overtook her, despite the resistance she attempted to avoid it.
The dreams were always the same.
After years of physical abuse as a child, the first thing Crispy did upon graduation from the Academy was to find her father and murder him on the streets. For three days, each day she found him, homeless, drunk, and in some alley, she would drag him out into the open and beat him to a pulp with her bare hands like wild, untamed, savage animal. All fury, hate, and frustration released on him in physical form. She was no longer a weak little child, the Military had forged a powerful weapon, but getting her to hold on to her temper? That wasn't as successful. On the third day, she killed him.
Usually, her nightmares involved her as a small weak child in an endless rolling grass field in the depths of night, with stars overhead in a pattern she didn't recognize. A shadowy silhouette of her father's large form in the distance, club in hand. The one he always used to break her bones. Fear and panic overtake her, and she tries to run, but always fails. Like stuck in tar. At the height of primal fear and flight, he overtakes her slowly but surely, and is beaten into oblivion. The pain overwhelming each time. Screaming at the top of her lungs. Powerless.
It's at about this point she startles awake with a loud bark of a scream, drenched with sweat and her heart racing so fast. So without further ado, here's the scream everyone hears in the middle of the night:
"GHHAAAAA!"
As it looked like everybody else went to sleep, Arthasis decided to do the same. It was probably for the best to get some rest before the great escape was going down. Nobody knew when they would be able to get some quiet time in the future. Lying there waiting for the sleep to come, he contemplated how he ended up in this situation. For months after the first ritual which established his connection to the higher power responsible for his new abilities, Arthasis had been trying to discover with whom exactly he struck this bargain and what it would entail. From the beginning it had been quite obvious to him that his new capabilities came from a rather dark place, and he just had to know what price there would be to pay.
Then, a few weeks ago his patron finally revealed the faintest of leads to him, clues he would find in the strangest of places only for him to see. The warlock followed them and they led him here. For what reason was beyond him. With that Arthasis fell into a dreamless slumber only to be wakened a few hours later by the haunting scream of the human woman. As consciousness slowly came back to him, he turned towards her, “What’s wrong? Attention is pretty much the last thing we need right now.”