"Looks like records for the Casters in the city," Mollymauk speaks in a whisper up frowning. "Most are sent to camps but some remain in service to the noble families," he explains looking to Lyra who casts on Hrain and Pat.
Pat manages to pop out of view with the party moving quietly forward through the grate. Dropping down the sewer is dry and pitch black! The entire party regroups as Molly casts dancing lights and the globes of light illuminate the sewer around them. To the left is a wall of rubble and to the right is another few feet of dry sewer before a grate opens above. A flicker of light is nearly visible from the grate above.
"Above are the cells," Abe explains in a whisper. "There should be two guards. There are six people we are responsible for," he adds next. "Any ideas," he then asks the party with an arched eyebrow. "Hopefully it'll be quick work like before," he adds winking at Folzi.
"Or we could just rush them, invisible and fast - they won't know what hit them. I don't feel like taking prisoners when it is these cultists we are talking about." Hrain speaks from out of nowhere. "We'd need to get through the grate without being spotted, or heard - anyone got any spells to help?"
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Lyra readies herself to follow the group, but looks back with an expression of slight concern. She turns around and gives both Pat and Hrain and pat on the shoulder, casting Invisibility on them [3rd level spell]. "Here, maybe this will help." she says before spinning around on the spot and moving back up to the rest.
"Yeah i think you two suprising them is our best shot, we'll follow right after you guys take the first strike." Lyra whispers, motioning over to where she believes Hrain and Pat to be standing. "Once they keep them busy for a second i think we'll be able to overwhelm them quite quickly."
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"Looks like that would make some good kindling," Folzi comments as they pass through the records room.
"Well, you two aren't going to have all the fun. I can make me invisible as well," Folzi whispers back. "Your armor is still going to give you away, but at least it will be harder to see you. Let me go ahead first." Folzi winks out of sight and his little feet shuffle over to the grate to see what's beyond it.
Abe gives Folzi a boost and looking through the grate from the center of the floor. There are two guards at the far end of the room near the only door distracted playing cards. Six cells line the walls. The middle cell looks occupied, three bodies huddled together, and the last cell to the right behind the grate there are three half-elves visible looking out of the cell with gaunt faces with vacant expressions.
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"Some of those folks aren't looking so good. Might have to carry them out of here... Don't suppose anyone here can throw up out a spell that could keep things quiet when we move that grate?"
"I can manage that," one of the tortles comes forward. She's tall. Nearly seven feet and easily walks to tge grate and puts her arm up fully extended towards the grate grasping a ornately carved pan flute that's hanging from her neck murmuring before casting silence concentrating on the area around the already distracted guards! Looking through the grate the tortle is sure of her work but to be safe asks Folzi to find her a stone to throw making noise just near the guards. They however seem none the wiser!
"It's time," Abe whispers closing hus eyes and murmuring as if casting before a soft "help us" is heard from the cells above. Looking to the party he makes a cradle in his hand and gesture for Hrain and Pat to get up!
Everyone atheltics with advantage from Abe to get up through the grate!
"Remember," Molly says stopping Lyra now with a soft smile, "things get too crazy stick with me," he adds winking before the half-elf gets in line to be hoisted up through the grate.
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Lyra responds with a grin that lets her teeth flash through the darkness for a second. "I appreciate that, and i'll try bearing it in mind. Then again - chaos does make me feel at home." A pair of blue sparks framing her face before she gets in line and readies herself to ascend, once Hrain and Pat have delved into battle.
Making it through the grate the party assembles with the tortles remaining below.
"Get them out," Abe whispers as Molly is the last to join the party.
"Shall we allow the muscle to do the honors," Molly motions to Hrain and Pat with a grin as the two Chroma Casters still play cards their backs to the party having scrambled up into the room.
It's 50 by 70 feet with three cells on either side and the only exit/entrance blocked by the guards. So far the party has not been noticed. Only two cells with three prisoners in each are occupied.
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"You two watch my back in case the guards get all uppity,"the invisible gnome whispers to Hrain and Pat.
"Psst," he calls to the cell's occupants in the middle cell. "We'll have you out of here right quick. Don't be leaving until we give you a signal. Once you're in the clear, hop on down the grate... So, let's check out this lock."The prisoners hear Folzi working with his tools to pick the lock.
Folzi duscovers no traps and easily opens both cells.
OOC: Perception on both Chroma Casters are low and they haven't noticed.
"Alva," Molly calls in a whisper tone. "Where's my sister," the half-elf moves towards the cells as the prisoners begin coming out. "Alva," he pleads before a raven haired half elf is carried out of the left cells from those who were huddled together.
All look weary and half starved but Alva shows signs of torture! Moving forward quickly Molly heals his sister and she wakes.
"Their are others upstairs in the garrison itself," Alva chokes out. "They're being tortured....its horrible," she adds looking haunted.
Molly looks to the party before taking his sister.
"We need to get them out," Molly exclaims moving her towards the grate.
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"How many are we talking about and do we know anything about what where to go?"Hrain whispers whilst still invisible "Can we get these ones out and then go on ourselves? We can't risk letting them be captured again."
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Folzi holds up the amulet for Abe to take a look at. "You know what they use these for?"
The gnome pockets the amulet after receiving his answer and then follow quietly behind the others.
Stealth 18
Stealth 15
Edit: Hrain officially vanishes
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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"Looks like records for the Casters in the city," Mollymauk speaks in a whisper up frowning. "Most are sent to camps but some remain in service to the noble families," he explains looking to Lyra who casts on Hrain and Pat.
Pat manages to pop out of view with the party moving quietly forward through the grate. Dropping down the sewer is dry and pitch black! The entire party regroups as Molly casts dancing lights and the globes of light illuminate the sewer around them. To the left is a wall of rubble and to the right is another few feet of dry sewer before a grate opens above. A flicker of light is nearly visible from the grate above.
"Above are the cells," Abe explains in a whisper. "There should be two guards. There are six people we are responsible for," he adds next. "Any ideas," he then asks the party with an arched eyebrow. "Hopefully it'll be quick work like before," he adds winking at Folzi.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Pat turns to Hrain and Abe "do you reckon that Hrain and I could could get away with pretending to be a shift change?"
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Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
"Or we could just rush them, invisible and fast - they won't know what hit them. I don't feel like taking prisoners when it is these cultists we are talking about." Hrain speaks from out of nowhere. "We'd need to get through the grate without being spotted, or heard - anyone got any spells to help?"
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
OOC: Hrain and Pat are still invisible right?
OOC: they should be.
"Yeah i think you two suprising them is our best shot, we'll follow right after you guys take the first strike." Lyra whispers, motioning over to where she believes Hrain and Pat to be standing. "Once they keep them busy for a second i think we'll be able to overwhelm them quite quickly."
"Looks like that would make some good kindling," Folzi comments as they pass through the records room.
"Well, you two aren't going to have all the fun. I can make me invisible as well," Folzi whispers back. "Your armor is still going to give you away, but at least it will be harder to see you. Let me go ahead first." Folzi winks out of sight and his little feet shuffle over to the grate to see what's beyond it.
Stealth: 31
Perception: 22
OOC: Still invisible.
Abe gives Folzi a boost and looking through the grate from the center of the floor. There are two guards at the far end of the room near the only door distracted playing cards. Six cells line the walls. The middle cell looks occupied, three bodies huddled together, and the last cell to the right behind the grate there are three half-elves visible looking out of the cell with gaunt faces with vacant expressions.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Some of those folks aren't looking so good. Might have to carry them out of here... Don't suppose anyone here can throw up out a spell that could keep things quiet when we move that grate?"
"Hey Folzi, just tell us when you want me to rush 'em! Ok!" Pat says.
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DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
"I can manage that," one of the tortles comes forward. She's tall. Nearly seven feet and easily walks to tge grate and puts her arm up fully extended towards the grate grasping a ornately carved pan flute that's hanging from her neck murmuring before casting silence concentrating on the area around the already distracted guards! Looking through the grate the tortle is sure of her work but to be safe asks Folzi to find her a stone to throw making noise just near the guards. They however seem none the wiser!
"It's time," Abe whispers closing hus eyes and murmuring as if casting before a soft "help us" is heard from the cells above. Looking to the party he makes a cradle in his hand and gesture for Hrain and Pat to get up!
Everyone atheltics with advantage from Abe to get up through the grate!
"Remember," Molly says stopping Lyra now with a soft smile, "things get too crazy stick with me," he adds winking before the half-elf gets in line to be hoisted up through the grate.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Pat scrambles up 26 as quickly and silently as possible.
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DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
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Lyra responds with a grin that lets her teeth flash through the darkness for a second. "I appreciate that, and i'll try bearing it in mind. Then again - chaos does make me feel at home." A pair of blue sparks framing her face before she gets in line and readies herself to ascend, once Hrain and Pat have delved into battle.
Athletics: 20
Athletics 17
Athletics 14
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Making it through the grate the party assembles with the tortles remaining below.
"Get them out," Abe whispers as Molly is the last to join the party.
"Shall we allow the muscle to do the honors," Molly motions to Hrain and Pat with a grin as the two Chroma Casters still play cards their backs to the party having scrambled up into the room.
It's 50 by 70 feet with three cells on either side and the only exit/entrance blocked by the guards. So far the party has not been noticed. Only two cells with three prisoners in each are occupied.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"You two watch my back in case the guards get all uppity," the invisible gnome whispers to Hrain and Pat.
"Psst," he calls to the cell's occupants in the middle cell. "We'll have you out of here right quick. Don't be leaving until we give you a signal. Once you're in the clear, hop on down the grate... So, let's check out this lock." The prisoners hear Folzi working with his tools to pick the lock.
Investigate for traps 21, if none...
Thieve's Tools 21
Rinse/Repeat on back cell...
Investigate for traps 23, if none...
Thieve's Tools 19
Folzi duscovers no traps and easily opens both cells.
OOC: Perception on both Chroma Casters are low and they haven't noticed.
"Alva," Molly calls in a whisper tone. "Where's my sister," the half-elf moves towards the cells as the prisoners begin coming out. "Alva," he pleads before a raven haired half elf is carried out of the left cells from those who were huddled together.
All look weary and half starved but Alva shows signs of torture! Moving forward quickly Molly heals his sister and she wakes.
"Their are others upstairs in the garrison itself," Alva chokes out. "They're being tortured....its horrible," she adds looking haunted.
Molly looks to the party before taking his sister.
"We need to get them out," Molly exclaims moving her towards the grate.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"How many are we talking about and do we know anything about what where to go?" Hrain whispers whilst still invisible "Can we get these ones out and then go on ourselves? We can't risk letting them be captured again."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales