Lynistra stays in her corner, jerking hard on the chains attached to her wrists and fastened to a pair around her legs. Her breathing becomes drawn out and ragged, and a low rumbling can be heard from behind her muzzle.
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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
Bakreag, now well within melee range of the Drow, says in a low, intimidating gravel: "You're gonna tell us a thing or two, I'd reckon." Before spinning the pipe into the temple of the Dark Elf.
Lucina looks over at Lynistra and moves over to her as quietly as possible. Biting her lip, and deciding to risk it she tries to get the muzzle off of her just as quietly while Bakreag goes after the drow.
Cobalt cringes slightly at the sound of the pipe hitting the drow's head. He almost looks embarrassed at what he's allowing to happen, but grimaces and bears it.
DM:
Cobalt is preparing an action to grab Bakreag if he feels that the other dwarf is going too far with his interrogation.
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"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." -Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
Nam watches in fear as the events play out knowing if they are going after others then he might be an easy target. Not having the ability to cast leaves him weak and fragile. His casting is the only thing that has kept him alive this long.
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Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
"Oh. You're appriaching me? Instead of running you're coming closer?"
((Couldn't resist). Also tfw you're at work and cant post and then your players are still moving and it's a good time to panic because they're beating people for info. Sorry if I cant respond quickly!))
The Drow doesn't respond until Bakreag is directly in his face. "Information? What for? I have nothing to say to a dwarf-" the pipe strikes the drow square across the jaw with a resounding clang. Blood flies in a wide arc and splatters against the ground nearby. The pipe has cut a rather large gash in the drowsy face and blood streams down his neck.
The Guards are watching the altercation with interest now, diverting their attention away from Lynistra and Lucina. Given timex Lucina will likely be successful in unmuzzling the deagonborn.
The Dow stands up then and cracks his knuckles. "Listen here, dwarf. Are all your kind so uncouth as to strike first without a question asked? And so bold as to state your intentions to escape so audibly that Lolth itself would hear you?" The drow glowers at Bakreag then Cobalt in turn. "I've simply been framed and my only hope is to escape and clear my name." He sits back down, wiping blood off of his cheek with his rags. "But we are prisoners. We will live and die that way. Get used too it."
The words of the Drow do little to calm the pulsating fury within Bakreags' chest, and as the elf insults his noble kind, he lets out a low growl. Through clenched teeth, he manages to keep his temper barely in check, and spit more demands to the Drow. "You watch your lip, you cruel excuse for an Elf! Now, you're going to detail the layout of this place, or the next swing is gonna bust your little Drow balls!" He stood fuming, currently completely unaware of his surroundings, holding the now blood stained pipe.
Lucina frowns deeply. "Obviously these ones." She murmurs, quickly glancing at the drow guards before going back to the task at hand, appreciating the help.
((Feel free to keep going. I'm just at work and my ability to post is... limited to say the least. So long as you dont mind me taking a bit by all means continue.))
Bakreag and Cobalt
The drow chuckles and you see his mouth twitch awkwardly when he does so. A crazed glint is in his eye now. "Even if I knew I wouldn't tell you. I hear the spiders outside the cell are hungry lately. Have you ever seen what the spiders do to their vict-" the drow stops suddenly, staring off into he distance. His gaze passes right through the dwarves and seemingly into nothing. A few seconds later his smile returns and he picks up as if he never had stopped. "-tims? They'll toss you to them next if you continue to be so boorish. Though to expect any different from your kind would be beyond even Lolths reach."
Lynistra, Lucina, and Nam.
The bindings around the muzzle are secure. But with the dwarves buying time and the extra help provided by Nam they come loose. After a bit more prodding they are able to be removed completely.
Bakreag enabled himself to take a moment to simply breathe, and to catch his breath and suppress his anger. He still felt a controlled hatred to the elf, but knew that further beatings would result in nothing. He noticed the pause, and found it queer, but took little mind of it. "I don't trust you, regardless. I suppose that if ye' are so opposed to us, then you don't have any chance of getting out of 'ere." The dwarf relaxed, turning to Cobalt. "Any other ideas?"
(Bakreag would like to roll an Insight check to see if he can realize why the Drow paused.) - 21 - Insight
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CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
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In Dwarvish:
"I've changed me mind about the pipe. Put it through his treacherous skull. When the guards come, we jump 'em."
Cobalt quickly grabs the kenku nearby. "Prepare y'selves fer a fight, it's high time we get outta this hole! Tell the others too." He whispers loudly. He blends into the darkness near the entrance to the cell, just to the side of the door, and brandishes the crossbow bolt.
Lynistra stays in her corner, jerking hard on the chains attached to her wrists and fastened to a pair around her legs. Her breathing becomes drawn out and ragged, and a low rumbling can be heard from behind her muzzle.
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
Cobalt follows Bakreag, standing slightly behind him as he approaches the drow.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
BAKREAG - THE CELL
Bakreag, now well within melee range of the Drow, says in a low, intimidating gravel: "You're gonna tell us a thing or two, I'd reckon." Before spinning the pipe into the temple of the Dark Elf.
14 - Intimidation
Attack: 19 Damage: 4
OOC: [Question, DM: Are we leveling by XP or milestones?]
CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
Dungeon Master - [Druidic Embers PbP]
Lucina looks over at Lynistra and moves over to her as quietly as possible. Biting her lip, and deciding to risk it she tries to get the muzzle off of her just as quietly while Bakreag goes after the drow.
Stealth 25
Cobalt cringes slightly at the sound of the pipe hitting the drow's head. He almost looks embarrassed at what he's allowing to happen, but grimaces and bears it.
DM:
Cobalt is preparing an action to grab Bakreag if he feels that the other dwarf is going too far with his interrogation.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
Nam watches in fear as the events play out knowing if they are going after others then he might be an easy target. Not having the ability to cast leaves him weak and fragile. His casting is the only thing that has kept him alive this long.
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Literally everyone
"Oh. You're appriaching me? Instead of running you're coming closer?"((Couldn't resist). Also tfw you're at work and cant post and then your players are still moving and it's a good time to panic because they're beating people for info. Sorry if I cant respond quickly!))
The Drow doesn't respond until Bakreag is directly in his face. "Information? What for? I have nothing to say to a dwarf-" the pipe strikes the drow square across the jaw with a resounding clang. Blood flies in a wide arc and splatters against the ground nearby. The pipe has cut a rather large gash in the drowsy face and blood streams down his neck.
The Guards are watching the altercation with interest now, diverting their attention away from Lynistra and Lucina. Given timex Lucina will likely be successful in unmuzzling the deagonborn.
The Dow stands up then and cracks his knuckles. "Listen here, dwarf. Are all your kind so uncouth as to strike first without a question asked? And so bold as to state your intentions to escape so audibly that Lolth itself would hear you?" The drow glowers at Bakreag then Cobalt in turn. "I've simply been framed and my only hope is to escape and clear my name." He sits back down, wiping blood off of his cheek with his rags. "But we are prisoners. We will live and die that way. Get used too it."
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BAKREAG - THE CELL
The words of the Drow do little to calm the pulsating fury within Bakreags' chest, and as the elf insults his noble kind, he lets out a low growl. Through clenched teeth, he manages to keep his temper barely in check, and spit more demands to the Drow. "You watch your lip, you cruel excuse for an Elf! Now, you're going to detail the layout of this place, or the next swing is gonna bust your little Drow balls!" He stood fuming, currently completely unaware of his surroundings, holding the now blood stained pipe.
9 - Intimidation
OOC: [Sorry for laying on the pressure, I'll tone down my posts after this :P]
CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
Dungeon Master - [Druidic Embers PbP]
In Dwarvish:
"I think it'd be best to toss aside yer pipe or the guards might see."
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
((ooc: Should I make any other checks to get the muzzle off of Lynistra?))
BAKREAG - THE CELL
Still fuming, Bakreag is barely able to detect Cobalt's voice.
In Dwarvish:
"I think those guards can learn to mind their own bleedin' business!"
OOC: [Try having Cobalt roll a persuasion check.]
CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
Dungeon Master - [Druidic Embers PbP]
[OoC]: He's not trying to persuade him, only making a suggestion and seeing how Bakreag reacts.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
Nam finds the courage to crawl over to the dragonborn and try to help with the muzzle. “What kind of monsters muzzle a person.”
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
OOC: [Oh, alright, Makes sense. Not trying to force a check here, as I'm not the DM.]
CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
Dungeon Master - [Druidic Embers PbP]
Lucina frowns deeply. "Obviously these ones." She murmurs, quickly glancing at the drow guards before going back to the task at hand, appreciating the help.
[OoC]: No worries! Jetan is doing a good job, I'm gonna take a break from posting to give him a breather 😂
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
OOC: [As will I.]
CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
Dungeon Master - [Druidic Embers PbP]
((Feel free to keep going. I'm just at work and my ability to post is... limited to say the least. So long as you dont mind me taking a bit by all means continue.))
Bakreag and Cobalt
The drow chuckles and you see his mouth twitch awkwardly when he does so. A crazed glint is in his eye now. "Even if I knew I wouldn't tell you. I hear the spiders outside the cell are hungry lately. Have you ever seen what the spiders do to their vict-" the drow stops suddenly, staring off into he distance. His gaze passes right through the dwarves and seemingly into nothing. A few seconds later his smile returns and he picks up as if he never had stopped. "-tims? They'll toss you to them next if you continue to be so boorish. Though to expect any different from your kind would be beyond even Lolths reach."
Lynistra, Lucina, and Nam.
The bindings around the muzzle are secure. But with the dwarves buying time and the extra help provided by Nam they come loose. After a bit more prodding they are able to be removed completely.
EXTATUM ET ORATUM
BAKREAG - THE CELL
Bakreag enabled himself to take a moment to simply breathe, and to catch his breath and suppress his anger. He still felt a controlled hatred to the elf, but knew that further beatings would result in nothing. He noticed the pause, and found it queer, but took little mind of it. "I don't trust you, regardless. I suppose that if ye' are so opposed to us, then you don't have any chance of getting out of 'ere." The dwarf relaxed, turning to Cobalt. "Any other ideas?"
(Bakreag would like to roll an Insight check to see if he can realize why the Drow paused.) - 21 - Insight
CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
Dungeon Master - [Druidic Embers PbP]
In Dwarvish:
"I've changed me mind about the pipe. Put it through his treacherous skull. When the guards come, we jump 'em."
Cobalt quickly grabs the kenku nearby. "Prepare y'selves fer a fight, it's high time we get outta this hole! Tell the others too." He whispers loudly. He blends into the darkness near the entrance to the cell, just to the side of the door, and brandishes the crossbow bolt.
Stealth check: 18
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer