Verim has slowly been watching the events unfold. He watches as the pipe is handed over to Tobias. Verim stands up slowly and walks towards the gate. Verim holds the chains tight in order to keep silent as not to arouse suspicion from outside. He walks to the gate in order to discover if any guards are heading back to the cells or other persons of interest.
Verim makes his way quietly towards the gate, moving in such a way that his chains don’t make too much noise, blending into the shadows as he walks. As he approaches the gate he hears Ront pulling at his chains, the grunts and groans coming from behind him. Across the bridge he sees one of the three Drow guards looking towards the cell gate. The guard says something to one of the others and then starts making his way towards the rope bridge, stepping onto it and making his way towards the cell.
You all hear the Drow guard shout out in common from beyond the gate “Stay silent in there! Keep away from the gate. Sit on a bench and don’t move. Make way for the Priestess” He then repeats what he’s just said but in Undercommon. Those closest to the gate can now see one Drow guard dressed in a standard chain shirt just reaching your side of the rope bridge. Behind him, three figures make their way onto the bridge. Two of them are wearing the more majestic studded leather armour, between the two walks a woman wearing an ornate black leather breast plate with gauntlets and boots to match. A lilac purple cloak trails behind her.
As the guard approaches the gate there is a jangling of keys. El uses this moment to try and slip the shackles off unnoticed. The wrist and ankle shackles come free but there isn’t enough time to manage to slip the neck shackle off. Instead, El’s mysterious eyes close, El leans back and appears to be asleep.
Tobias gives Cyndral a nod of approval. "Would you be better off with something like this?" He pulls out the flint shard to offer in trade. However, at the aasimar's warning, he withdraws and stashes the two weapons away. He shuffles back to his seat.
With a loud Click! The lock becomes free and the gate is pulled open by the standard Drow guard. He remains outside while the three new figures enter the cell. First to enter is the Drow that poured the liquid down your throat, you each remember him being referred to as Shoor. He is still carrying his long stick with something growing off the end. Second to enter the room is the woman dressed in leather that you can only assume is the priestess Ilvara. She has a large Whip/Scourge tied to her belt and carries a long wand in her right hand that appears to have three large tentacles growing out of the end. Another Drow dressed similarly to Shoor follows from behind in a slightly sheepish manner. His white hair is tied up into a top-knot that has pulled apart slightly, leaving a couple of strands of hair to fall that he now has tucked behind his ears. His features look as though he was once quite handsome, his good looks hidden by a mass of scars and burns across his face and down the left side of his neck.
As Ilvara steps into the cell, you can tell that she doesn't particularly like entering this place, it is below her and she has other things that she could be doing. She looks around at everyone inside the cell. "Jorlan! Why are these prisoners still sleeping?!" She looks and points towards El, the Quaggoth, the Deep Gnome with the odd ears and the red haired dwarf. "If the elixir hasn't worn off yet then you must have used too much poison you fool!" She turns quickly and her left hand connects with Jorlan, the scarred Drows face with an almighty clap. Jorlan takes a step back, bows his head and reaches for his face "I'm sorry Mistress, it won't happen again Mistress" Shoor, the other Drow s******s slightly at the sight of this.
Ilvara steps forward and shouts out "Wake up!" With the wand in her hand, she strikes the air. The three tentacles on top all move out in three directions to the closest sleeping prisoners sat to her left. One travels towards the Quaggoth, the other to the deep gnome and the final one towards El.
Upon seeing the priestess, Cyndral bows his head in deference, doing his best not to be the next on the receiving end of that lash. Even outnumbered as she may be, he harbors no illusions of being able to take on such a Drow matriarch, and can only wonder at how in the world they are going to escape this place wihtout finding themselves at the mercy of the far-worse looking weapon at her side. Face doing its best to hide his desperation, he lets his mind once again tap into the mushroom-creature's mental network, hoping that the newcomers won't be party to it as he does.
"Don't do anything foolish now, friends. This is not our moment to escape. So long as we find ourselves under Ilvara's gaze, we're as good as corpses if we step a toe out of line. Maybe it would be best to wait, see what it is they want from us, and carefully scout about for a better means of flight once we have some understanding of our prison, so as to actually have a plan before we set off into unfamiliar tunnels?"
As the tentacles hit, the eyes of the Quaggoth suddenly open. It stands up on its back legs and lets out a roar. Shoor steps in front of the priestess to protect her and as the Quaggoth sees him, lowers himself back on all fours.
The Deep gnome wakes quickly as he is knocked back slightly by the impact, a small amount of blood suddenly pools on the inside of his shirts. He looks angry but still unaware of what has happened.
The sleeping Dwarf suddenly wakes up, hearing all of the commotion and looks around the cell.
El looks at Gnarl pointedly They'll have planned for that, plus how many of us would die before we could overwhelm them? Let's just see why the scary lady is here and wait until there's a better and safer option
They look back at the Priestess and her guards, waiting to see what happens now that their plan to remain unnoticed has failed.
Ilvara looks at Tobias as she wraps her hand around the handle of the Scourge. “You will make a bad slave in Menzoberranzan if you keep up that attitude. Now I suggest you sit down and keep your mouth shut”
Ilvara begins to walk around the cell inspecting each prisoner as she walks by shouting back towards Jorlan and Shoor “A fine selection of specimens you have for us here. They will make for good workers in the city”