That being said, I'm about to take off for work so I'll be dark for a while. Mojake has been extremely helpful in enabling us to use his Content for the game, so you can use the character creator to its fullest!
Just to clarify that I don't have all of the content, but I have the core rulebooks and a few bits and bobs from other books.
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"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." -Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
One note to clarify: Are you planning to run formal sessions (date and time), or are you running by more of a post anytime format? Just curious because I work night shift and have heavy home life commitments, so PBP works best because I can drop in for 5-15min, post up, then check back in a few hours.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
One note to clarify: Are you planning to run formal sessions (date and time), or are you running by more of a post anytime format? Just curious because I work night shift and have heavy home life commitments, so PBP works best because I can drop in for 5-15min, post up, then check back in a few hours.
For clarification, it's a post anytime format. I'm just trying to let everyone know that the initial post (Wherein we officially begin) will be posted sometime tonight. That being said if you'd prefer to post right away, go ahead. The fact you're all captured by the Drow was clarified in the first post so I'll trust that you guys can make something up if you'd prefer now.
Elon doesn’t know where he came from. The fellow monks refuse to talk about it. All his memories have been of this monistary. He always felt different from the others, even other elves. He excelled at his studies and was a natural at ‘the way of the open hand’ best all others at his level. His curiosity soon got the best of him and he ventured off to find who and where his family is.
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Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Rawlan picked up experience by doing Wizard parlor tricks on drunk dwarves and then donating the ill gotten gold earned to those in need. Which leads me to believe that Rawlan joined the game in a mead hall trying to hustle drunks.
Hi! Just curious if you’re still recruiting (since I see quite a few people here!) and if so I hope you don’t mind if I edit this post once I get home from work to make a post of the character I intend to play c: if not that’s okay, thank you regardless!
Edit: Finally home! Sorry for the wait!
Name: Bell
Race: Kenku
Class: Cleric / Grave Domain
Alignment: Neutral Good
Backstory: Bell never truly had a name until around the age of ten where she was taken in by the priests and nuns of the Church of Ilmater after she mimicked the sound of its bell every time it had rung. When they realized she was an orphaned child, they offered her the option to live in the steeple of the bell tower and learn to become the bell keeper. This thrilled her, and thus they gave her the proper name of Bell. During her years there, she learned of the church and the god Ilmater and what he stood for, and soon devoted herself into following in his name. When of age, along with being the bell keeper, she also assisted in funeral services for those departed, and helped bring relief those of their suffering of lost loved ones. She genuinely enjoyed what she did, however, when heading back to the church from a quick shopping trip, she simply was in the wrong place at the wrong time, thus, she found herself here.
Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Hi! Just curious if you’re still recruiting (since I see quite a few people here!) and if so I hope you don’t mind if I edit this post once I get home from work to make a post of the character I intend to play c: if not that’s okay, thank you regardless!
Feel free to do so. As it stands I believe that we will have some people drop out naturally so I'm planning for that.
Eggbert Dunner had, for most of his life, been alone. His family having been enslaved by Drow raiders, with him being the only one to escape. Since then, Digger’s life has been a constant fight for survival. Left without a home, he had to quickly learn how to survive in the Underdark’s hostile environment, alone. This has made him extremely self-sufficient, as he taught himself how to fight, how to hut, and how to care for himself. However, it has also made him extremely paranoid, and prone to falling into a frenzy if he thinks he’s in danger. He could only go so long, however, before being captured and enslaved.
(I have no idea if this character is any good, but I thought I'd be funny)
(I'm not sure if I should stick with what I rolled or use the heroic array)
(Also, would you mind if I swapped the Hermit background's Religion Proficiency for a Nature Proficiency?)
Alright I think that brings us up to about 10 players. I should probably shut the recruitment down now.
EDIT: Okay recruitment is shut down now. If you've already posted in this thread showing interest, relax! You are fine and good to go. I'm just capping it for now. If you're just now hitting this thread and wanting to play, also relax! If things go well here I'll open up a new game next week. PM me if you're I interested in that.
If you haven't read the few paragraphs at the starter post, they're in the Spoiler here for your review.
Deep beneath the surface of the world lies the Underdark, a realm of endless labyrinthine tunnels and caverns where the sun never shines. The Underdark is filled with races and creatures too numerous to count or list, and foremost among these are the dark elves - the drow. Hated and feared even by their fellow dwellers in the darkness, the drow raid other settlements in the Underdark as well as the surface world, taking prisoners back with them.
Rendered unconscious with drow poison, then collared and shackled, these prisoners are eventually sold as slaves or entertainment in the dark elves' subterranean cities. You have had the misfortune of falling to such a fate. Captured by the drow, you are a prisoner at one of the dark elves' outposts, awaiting transportation to Menzoberranzan, the City of Spiders. Whether you came into the Underdark seeking knowledge or fortune, or simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, you found yourself ripe pickings for a drow raid.
You have only one thought on your mind - ESCAPE. The cold, heavy weight of metal tight around your throat and wrists remind you of how dire your predicament is. Other prisoners are trapped here with you and may prove useful in your attempts to escape. Your captors include a cruel drow priestess who calls herself Mistress Ilvara of House Mizzyrm. You've had the misfortune of meeting her several times now and noted that she is always flanked by two male drow. One of whom has a mass of scars along one side of his face and neck.
"Accept your fate, learn to obey, and you may survive." Her words echo in your memory as you even now plan your escape. But with the pulsing anti-magic field above you... That might prove difficult.
You've been stripped of everything. Your weapons. Your armor. Your holy relics. All gone. It's been replaced with the simple attire of a drow slave. Really nothing better than rags and iron chains meant to discourage your escape. It's been maybe a week from what you can discern by the rotating shifts of guards, though time seems to hold little meaning in a place where the Sun and Moon don't shine. Your slave pen is sturdy as well, made of iron and bolted into the stone itself. Clay chamber pots dot the corners of your cage and one of the duties of the slaves is to empty them into a pool during their shift. It is the only comfort provided to you besides the horrendous mushroom broth served in small clay bowls. You sleep on the floor or learn against the bars.
Some of the other prisoners have clearly been here a lot longer than you have. There's a talkative derro, a Quaggoth who claims to be some sort of prince, a dwarven scout, a deep gnome that keeps asking whoever will listen to gamble with him. Those are some of the more tame members of your cell. There's an Orc who very clearly enjoys tormenting other slaves, a drow, a Kuo-toa, a Myconid, and a pair of wererat twins. The guards frequently encourage the orc to beat you and your fellow cellmates.
Every day spent in this hellhole brings you one step closer to death or worse. You need to find an escape, an opening, something. Mayhaps your cellmates have something to offer. Even if they would be your foe on the surface world, here in the Underdark as prisoners of the drow: You all share a common foe...
ROLL A 1d20 IN YOUR INITIAL POST - THIS DETERMINES YOUR STARTING ITEM.
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Lucina sits in the car back of her cage, eyeing the guards with an emotionless stare. Occasionally moving that gaze to other prisoners, she had been observing everyone for awhile now and not once had she said a single word since she had been there. She took everything in silence, not wanting to give anyone the satisfaction of hearing her in pain, nor did she bother to waste words that would likely not do a thing anyways. Slowly she pulls her knees to her chest, keeping her gaze on the guard nearest to her once again.
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The first day she was captured and thrown in a cell Bell could be heard constantly wailing and crying out in differing mimicked voices. “Help!” A distraught man. “Lost!” A weeping child. “Save me!” A crying woman. When told to shut up she’d copy their voice and spat back “Shut up!”. The second day is when she started praying, reciting prayers she listened to back home quietly to herself. As the days went on, she constantly had been on her knees with claws clasped together, having plenty sermons locked away in her memory to repeat. It kept her hopeful that she would make it out of here, all it took was a little more faith.
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
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BAKREAG - THE CELL
Bakreag had stopped trying to keep track of the time after the first day. The routine was numbing, mindlessly executed - awake, eat, work, eat, work, (eat, if lucky enough again,) and then sleep. A vicious cycle, one he so desperately hoped to escape. Every day spent in the disdainful cell was an embarrassment, a blatant insult to the honor of his clan and himself. If he had his way, every single guard would be slaughtered. And that Orc. That damn Orc.
Regardless, he recognized one Half - Elvish face - he recalled the name of the woman, Lucina, he believed, and moved to join her miserable company. He gruffly took a seat next to her, scratching his now overextended ginger beard.
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CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
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The frantic young tiefling with the burnished bronze skin had cursed his captors at first, then railed against the fates and gods for this cruel and unjust twist of fate. Finally, a day or so after his capture, the white-haired, whip-thin Bezel had begun muttering to himself, apparently arguing with phantoms that only he could see. Now, as these seemingly self-directed arguments have begun to reach a boiling point, the desperate looking tiefling starts to run about the cell, examinging the bars, the walls, the floors, the ceiling.. even his cell mates. Tapping, pushing, pulling, scratching, smelling... While Bezel is searching for any sign of a way out, it might very well appear to his fellow captives that the skinny, horned individual has simply lost his mind.
Anyone paying careful attention to his seemingly crazed muterings will hear things like,'
"No, no, no... not again. Not AGAIN. I did it once, so I can do it again! Yes... YES!"
"You aren't REAL! You're not having me... I've got a friend now. Yes! A POWERFUL friend!"
"His voice is stronger than yours. So sweet. So soothing. Yes, like a melody. Hmm, mmm, hmm..."
[OOC] investigation check as Bezel searches everything in sight for any sign of a possible escape: 20
Item roll (pending luck roll if allowed to use it): 8 Reroll for luck if allowed: 5
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land DM Beyond the Bitter Shore DM Echos of a Burning Crown
Bakreag, simply biding his time, sulking next to Lucina, begins to listlessly run his hands over his legs, as a sort of frantic fidget. His palm passes over the familiar shape of the rusted metal pipe he had triumphantly stole as a reminder of his continued resistance, really more of a source of morale than a reliable self - defense weapon. Regardless, it instilled a very faint feeling of safety and resilience within the Mountain Dwarf. Looking up, he could see the increasingly desperate ramblings of a Tiefling who never ceased to examine and pick apart their cell at every minute detail, spewing what to Bakreag seemed like simple nonsense.
"Shut up, will ye'? You want another beating from those forsaken guards?" Bakreag yelled out in Common to Bezel, his hopeless situation allowing a gateway for annoyance and apathy.
Lucina slides her gaze over to Bakreag when he moves over to her, not speaking a word but gives a slight gesture of acknowledgement. Lifting her head up a bit hearing the tiefling once again, she breathes out a small sigh. Speaking for the first time in so many days. "Regardless, we get beat for being alive. We are just prisoners after all. So much as look at them the wrong way or even draw their interest, you become a toy to them."
Bakreag mumbled to himself incoherently for several moments in response to the interjection from Lucina, seemingly in an attempt to gather his thoughts.
"What did ye' expect, they're Drow, scum of the Underdark!" Bakreag exclaimed this a bit too loudly, drawing some snickers from the guards positioned just outside their cells. Not paying attention to this, he continued: "Well, regardless, it's better to not draw extra attention to ourselves. I want to brain some of these guards as much as you do, but I don't have much more than this pipe." He subtly showed the top of the rusted metal to Lucina. "Don't tell any of them about that for any extra favor, either. I'll make my last dying move to throw it into your skull."
Collecting himself after his tirade, Bakreag slumped lower onto the floor. He mumbled an apology for the brief violation of his generally good, Paladin like nature.
"I'm sorry for my anger. This place gets the best of ya'."
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CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
Dungeon Master - [Druidic Embers PbP]
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Just to clarify that I don't have all of the content, but I have the core rulebooks and a few bits and bobs from other books.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
One note to clarify: Are you planning to run formal sessions (date and time), or are you running by more of a post anytime format? Just curious because I work night shift and have heavy home life commitments, so PBP works best because I can drop in for 5-15min, post up, then check back in a few hours.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
For clarification, it's a post anytime format. I'm just trying to let everyone know that the initial post (Wherein we officially begin) will be posted sometime tonight. That being said if you'd prefer to post right away, go ahead. The fact you're all captured by the Drow was clarified in the first post so I'll trust that you guys can make something up if you'd prefer now.
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Would really like to join.
Elon Andael
High elf
monk
Neutral good
Elon doesn’t know where he came from. The fellow monks refuse to talk about it. All his memories have been of this monistary. He always felt different from the others, even other elves. He excelled at his studies and was a natural at ‘the way of the open hand’ best all others at his level. His curiosity soon got the best of him and he ventured off to find who and where his family is.
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Ikon
Aereni Elf
Wizard
Chaotic Good
Rawlan picked up experience by doing Wizard parlor tricks on drunk dwarves and then donating the ill gotten gold earned to those in need. Which leads me to believe that Rawlan joined the game in a mead hall trying to hustle drunks.
This is gonna be a large game, oh boy.
CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
Dungeon Master - [Druidic Embers PbP]
Disregard the last bit since we were captured by Drow
Hi! Just curious if you’re still recruiting (since I see quite a few people here!) and if so I hope you don’t mind if I edit this post once I get home from work to make a post of the character I intend to play c: if not that’s okay, thank you regardless!
Edit: Finally home! Sorry for the wait!
Bell never truly had a name until around the age of ten where she was taken in by the priests and nuns of the Church of Ilmater after she mimicked the sound of its bell every time it had rung. When they realized she was an orphaned child, they offered her the option to live in the steeple of the bell tower and learn to become the bell keeper. This thrilled her, and thus they gave her the proper name of Bell. During her years there, she learned of the church and the god Ilmater and what he stood for, and soon devoted herself into following in his name. When of age, along with being the bell keeper, she also assisted in funeral services for those departed, and helped bring relief those of their suffering of lost loved ones. She genuinely enjoyed what she did, however, when heading back to the church from a quick shopping trip, she simply was in the wrong place at the wrong time, thus, she found herself here.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Feel free to do so. As it stands I believe that we will have some people drop out naturally so I'm planning for that.
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(I'm not too experienced a player, but I hope you won't mind).
Eggbert Dunner
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/rainrainrainrain/characters/12623483
Ability Scores: Ability scores: 10 9 13 14 10 13
Class: Barbarian
Race: Deep Gnome
Backstory:
Eggbert Dunner had, for most of his life, been alone. His family having been enslaved by Drow raiders, with him being the only one to escape. Since then, Digger’s life has been a constant fight for survival. Left without a home, he had to quickly learn how to survive in the Underdark’s hostile environment, alone. This has made him extremely self-sufficient, as he taught himself how to fight, how to hut, and how to care for himself. However, it has also made him extremely paranoid, and prone to falling into a frenzy if he thinks he’s in danger. He could only go so long, however, before being captured and enslaved.
(I have no idea if this character is any good, but I thought I'd be funny)
(I'm not sure if I should stick with what I rolled or use the heroic array)
(Also, would you mind if I swapped the Hermit background's Religion Proficiency for a Nature Proficiency?)
Alright I think that brings us up to about 10 players. I should probably shut the recruitment down now.
EDIT: Okay recruitment is shut down now. If you've already posted in this thread showing interest, relax! You are fine and good to go. I'm just capping it for now. If you're just now hitting this thread and wanting to play, also relax! If things go well here I'll open up a new game next week. PM me if you're I interested in that.
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INCOMING STARTER POST.
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If you haven't read the few paragraphs at the starter post, they're in the Spoiler here for your review.
Deep beneath the surface of the world lies the Underdark, a realm of endless labyrinthine tunnels and caverns where the sun never shines. The Underdark is filled with races and creatures too numerous to count or list, and foremost among these are the dark elves - the drow. Hated and feared even by their fellow dwellers in the darkness, the drow raid other settlements in the Underdark as well as the surface world, taking prisoners back with them.
Rendered unconscious with drow poison, then collared and shackled, these prisoners are eventually sold as slaves or entertainment in the dark elves' subterranean cities. You have had the misfortune of falling to such a fate. Captured by the drow, you are a prisoner at one of the dark elves' outposts, awaiting transportation to Menzoberranzan, the City of Spiders. Whether you came into the Underdark seeking knowledge or fortune, or simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, you found yourself ripe pickings for a drow raid.
You have only one thought on your mind - ESCAPE. The cold, heavy weight of metal tight around your throat and wrists remind you of how dire your predicament is. Other prisoners are trapped here with you and may prove useful in your attempts to escape. Your captors include a cruel drow priestess who calls herself Mistress Ilvara of House Mizzyrm. You've had the misfortune of meeting her several times now and noted that she is always flanked by two male drow. One of whom has a mass of scars along one side of his face and neck.
"Accept your fate, learn to obey, and you may survive." Her words echo in your memory as you even now plan your escape. But with the pulsing anti-magic field above you... That might prove difficult.
You've been stripped of everything. Your weapons. Your armor. Your holy relics. All gone. It's been replaced with the simple attire of a drow slave. Really nothing better than rags and iron chains meant to discourage your escape. It's been maybe a week from what you can discern by the rotating shifts of guards, though time seems to hold little meaning in a place where the Sun and Moon don't shine. Your slave pen is sturdy as well, made of iron and bolted into the stone itself. Clay chamber pots dot the corners of your cage and one of the duties of the slaves is to empty them into a pool during their shift. It is the only comfort provided to you besides the horrendous mushroom broth served in small clay bowls. You sleep on the floor or learn against the bars.
Some of the other prisoners have clearly been here a lot longer than you have. There's a talkative derro, a Quaggoth who claims to be some sort of prince, a dwarven scout, a deep gnome that keeps asking whoever will listen to gamble with him. Those are some of the more tame members of your cell. There's an Orc who very clearly enjoys tormenting other slaves, a drow, a Kuo-toa, a Myconid, and a pair of wererat twins. The guards frequently encourage the orc to beat you and your fellow cellmates.
Every day spent in this hellhole brings you one step closer to death or worse. You need to find an escape, an opening, something. Mayhaps your cellmates have something to offer. Even if they would be your foe on the surface world, here in the Underdark as prisoners of the drow: You all share a common foe...
ROLL A 1d20 IN YOUR INITIAL POST - THIS DETERMINES YOUR STARTING ITEM.
EXTATUM ET ORATUM
Lucina sits in the car back of her cage, eyeing the guards with an emotionless stare. Occasionally moving that gaze to other prisoners, she had been observing everyone for awhile now and not once had she said a single word since she had been there. She took everything in silence, not wanting to give anyone the satisfaction of hearing her in pain, nor did she bother to waste words that would likely not do a thing anyways. Slowly she pulls her knees to her chest, keeping her gaze on the guard nearest to her once again.
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The first day she was captured and thrown in a cell Bell could be heard constantly wailing and crying out in differing mimicked voices. “Help!” A distraught man. “Lost!” A weeping child. “Save me!” A crying woman. When told to shut up she’d copy their voice and spat back “Shut up!”. The second day is when she started praying, reciting prayers she listened to back home quietly to herself. As the days went on, she constantly had been on her knees with claws clasped together, having plenty sermons locked away in her memory to repeat. It kept her hopeful that she would make it out of here, all it took was a little more faith.
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Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
BAKREAG - THE CELL
Bakreag had stopped trying to keep track of the time after the first day. The routine was numbing, mindlessly executed - awake, eat, work, eat, work, (eat, if lucky enough again,) and then sleep. A vicious cycle, one he so desperately hoped to escape. Every day spent in the disdainful cell was an embarrassment, a blatant insult to the honor of his clan and himself. If he had his way, every single guard would be slaughtered. And that Orc. That damn Orc.
Regardless, he recognized one Half - Elvish face - he recalled the name of the woman, Lucina, he believed, and moved to join her miserable company. He gruffly took a seat next to her, scratching his now overextended ginger beard.
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CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
Dungeon Master - [Druidic Embers PbP]
The frantic young tiefling with the burnished bronze skin had cursed his captors at first, then railed against the fates and gods for this cruel and unjust twist of fate. Finally, a day or so after his capture, the white-haired, whip-thin Bezel had begun muttering to himself, apparently arguing with phantoms that only he could see. Now, as these seemingly self-directed arguments have begun to reach a boiling point, the desperate looking tiefling starts to run about the cell, examinging the bars, the walls, the floors, the ceiling.. even his cell mates. Tapping, pushing, pulling, scratching, smelling... While Bezel is searching for any sign of a way out, it might very well appear to his fellow captives that the skinny, horned individual has simply lost his mind.
Anyone paying careful attention to his seemingly crazed muterings will hear things like,'
"No, no, no... not again. Not AGAIN. I did it once, so I can do it again! Yes... YES!"
"You aren't REAL! You're not having me... I've got a friend now. Yes! A POWERFUL friend!"
"His voice is stronger than yours. So sweet. So soothing. Yes, like a melody. Hmm, mmm, hmm..."
[OOC] investigation check as Bezel searches everything in sight for any sign of a possible escape: 20
Item roll (pending luck roll if allowed to use it): 8 Reroll for luck if allowed: 5
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist
DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
BAKREAG - THE CELL
Bakreag, simply biding his time, sulking next to Lucina, begins to listlessly run his hands over his legs, as a sort of frantic fidget. His palm passes over the familiar shape of the rusted metal pipe he had triumphantly stole as a reminder of his continued resistance, really more of a source of morale than a reliable self - defense weapon. Regardless, it instilled a very faint feeling of safety and resilience within the Mountain Dwarf. Looking up, he could see the increasingly desperate ramblings of a Tiefling who never ceased to examine and pick apart their cell at every minute detail, spewing what to Bakreag seemed like simple nonsense.
"Shut up, will ye'? You want another beating from those forsaken guards?" Bakreag yelled out in Common to Bezel, his hopeless situation allowing a gateway for annoyance and apathy.
CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
Dungeon Master - [Druidic Embers PbP]
Lucina slides her gaze over to Bakreag when he moves over to her, not speaking a word but gives a slight gesture of acknowledgement. Lifting her head up a bit hearing the tiefling once again, she breathes out a small sigh. Speaking for the first time in so many days. "Regardless, we get beat for being alive. We are just prisoners after all. So much as look at them the wrong way or even draw their interest, you become a toy to them."
BAKREAG - THE CELL
Bakreag mumbled to himself incoherently for several moments in response to the interjection from Lucina, seemingly in an attempt to gather his thoughts.
"What did ye' expect, they're Drow, scum of the Underdark!" Bakreag exclaimed this a bit too loudly, drawing some snickers from the guards positioned just outside their cells. Not paying attention to this, he continued: "Well, regardless, it's better to not draw extra attention to ourselves. I want to brain some of these guards as much as you do, but I don't have much more than this pipe." He subtly showed the top of the rusted metal to Lucina. "Don't tell any of them about that for any extra favor, either. I'll make my last dying move to throw it into your skull."
Collecting himself after his tirade, Bakreag slumped lower onto the floor. He mumbled an apology for the brief violation of his generally good, Paladin like nature.
"I'm sorry for my anger. This place gets the best of ya'."
CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
Dungeon Master - [Druidic Embers PbP]