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Theft: 18
A tall, battered woman (who appears human) with dark hair sits in the very back of the cave. Her warm-brown skin is marred by scratches and bruises, and two long gashes run down her upper back. White tattoos form geometric patterns on her face, arms, and legs. Talike surveys her surroundings, looking for anything that could help her escape. Investigation : 12
Talike watches the bird-like form of Step Step Thud out of the corner of her eye in a mixture of confusion and amazement. She hobbles over to him, intentionally kicking Ree'lyn as she steps past.
"How... Who are you? I've never seen a bird talk. Where do you come from?" she croaks, oblivious to the fact that she has just interrupted a conversation.
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Stealing Stuff:13
Amara is an elf with long brown hair and a couple age lines on her face. Her left arm is much thinner than the other, and if anyone has been paying attention over the last few days, they'll have noticed that it seems to move very awkwardly and hangs limp at her side most of the time.
She has watched the drow carefully, eyes going especially hot with anger whenever Ilvara or Asha make an appearance. Her anger and lack of submission has already earned her a couple punishments from the drow. She watches the others carefully, trying to get an idea of how rebellious or active they seem. As the day starts, she moves quietly over to Eldeth, flat out ignoring both Ree'lyn and Jezzika. "I'm Amara," she says quietly. "I can see you aren't the type to lie down and take this kind of thing either. What's your name?"
Eyes opening but still adjusting his blurry sight, his head throbbing. - "But I don't drink bad wine." - the Drow mutters - "Not anymore." His short white hair is not nearly as clean and tended to as it should have been. The look on his face is of someone who wishes for a hot bath. His reddish lilac eyes look around just now offering a complete realization of his situation. - "An ambush. No. I would have known. An unfortunate encounter." - his delicate features don't hide the disgust and disappointment. His slim build, although athletic, would certainly pose no challenge to these chains imprisoning him. His clothes, now that his armor had been removed , have a texture looking like that of autumn leaves, crossed and entangled to make its fabric; sometimes something looking like vine roots entwined and crisscrossed like webs of vines; even his short boots. Reddish brown and pale green.
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Too dumb to know any better: 11 + 6
Crying. When the newbs showed up, Huey just started crying. No idea why, but an uncontrollable wave of tears just erupted. It wasn't a pretty sight, as wailing and mewing immediately proceeded the waterworks.
The guards did their best to ignore the wailing adult-baby. Through the tears, couldn't help but notice that he was being ignored. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Sitting next to him is the balled up rock-that-talks (Jimjar). Huey, in a fit of rage for being ignored, picks up Jimjar, and hurls the little innocent bystander at one of the guards: Attack: 12 Damage: 5
Step Step Thud: Ront gives you an annoyed look and shoves you away, refusing to talk to you, or just finds you strange and isn't interested in conversation with you right now. Eldeth visibly bristles at the motion, but Jezzika looks at her, shakes her head slowly and nods to the Drow Elites locking the pen.
Amara: "I'm Eldeth, lass, nice ta meetcha - tho wish it was betta circumstances, eh? Ach, i'm just itchin like MAD to kick some Drow ass but the pretty drow over there keeps telling me to bide my time. They're dangerous. Kinda creepeh how she talks to me - can hear her thoughts in me noggin. So. What's your story, lass?"
Step Step Thud cocks his head, looking in Talike's direction as she interrupts, "I am-" cutting off as he repeats the same sound as before, "The orphanage for children with special needs." His voice shifts to that of an impatient young man, "The bird talks, so what?" He goes back to the school teacher voice, "What is your name?"
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Later
After the beating that ensued, Huey curled up in a far corner of the cave, and cried for hours, whimpering out "mommy" over and over again. After the tears failed to come, the rage replaced them. The adrenaline felt good, coursing through his veins. Suddenly able to think clearly, he finally had a goal in mind. Freedom.
A thin, wiry gnome with a mop of brownish, red hair lies on his back in the middle of the pen, staring up at the others through one good eye. The other is swollen shut, blackened like much of his bruised face. Blood streaks mar his once well-trimmed goatee while scratches and bruises cover his body. Defiant to the end, the others have seen the small one beaten and whipped too often in the past three days, apparently never learning his lesson as he taunts their captors with insults and jokes. Frustrated, Phineas Fairfinder lets out a long sigh, wheezing a bit as he does from the bruises to his ribs and insides. Frustrated that he can't call upon Silvanus' aid, his magic prowess made temporarily impotent by the Drow's evil tricks. "Goblins, I thought. Stupid me. Why would it be goblins guarding these tunnels?"he thinks to himself. "Stupid. Really stupid, Phineas."
Listening to those conversing around him, he works his thin arms against the binds, keeping his one good eye on the captors as he tries to work a hand free. He says quietly to those around him. "They're going to kill us, you know. Once our usefulness is done. We'll be dead. That is, unless we do something."
Despite his battered appearance and the consistent beatings, a smile remains on his face -- his one last act of defiance. He will not let them take his spirit. He continues to work the shackles.
Shackle escape attempt: 5 and trying to be stealthy about it: 12
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Amara eyes Jezzika briefly before looking back at Eldeth. "Ambush on my town. Got hit with a bolt and well...I'm sure you know the rest. I suppose she might be right about biding our time...still."
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Give me something useful: 10
Reactivating.
"Observation: This unit has been stolen by a hostile party. Declaration: This unit is referred to as Disposal Unit K-3. Some humanoids refer to this unit as Duke. This unit has no preferences. Inquiry: What does the female believe waiting will accomplish?"
Duke is seven foot tall, entirely grey, and has wide arms and limbs that are perfect for hauling heavy items around.
Talike, still very confused by the talking bird, responds in a slightly less shaky voice than before.
"The Orphanage For Children With Special Needs? Okay... I'm Talike. Actually, I should probably get going now. Wouldn't want the elves to be suspicious of anything." She begins slowly edging away from Step Step Thud before turning around and walking back to her corner, where she looks over her fellow prisoners once again.
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When Ash arrive, she stumbled, quite ungracefully, into the pen. She almost appeared as if she were drunk. Almost immediately, the red headed elf lay her back against the wall and propped up her knees, resting her arms on it. One of her hands went to pinching the brim of her nose. She remained like this for as long as she could that day and some could have even confused her for sleeping if it wasn't for the subtle twitch of her elf ear and furrowed brow. She had definantly been dealing with a major headache, possibly a hangover, and anyone who had attempted to approach her that first day got immediately flipped off and shooed away.
Looking at her now, she looked perfect. Almost TOO perfect. Her slim but slightly athletic body had perfect curves that any guy would die for. Her face was a mixture of mature and young, lightly dotted with freckles, and homed a button like nose and flirtatious lips. The only strange Mark's on her body was the dark reddish black tattoo that marked along her lower back. If anyone had managed to catch a glance at it, they spotted a strange symbol adorned with decorations around it that's meaning was unknown. If looked at closer, it could almost look like it was branded on her body, however, it left no other damage around the area, and there is no difference in skin level.
Now Ash silently observes the other in the cave, her eyes a striking red to match her hair, half shaven and pushed to one side, covering that half of her face from view. Her hair was slightly messy but in a way that could be considered attractive. As everyone is getting up and talking, she sits cross armed against the wall. At Phineas's comment, she speaks in a tone that has a hint of French, smooth and attractive although right now a little too cocky. "You may die, but I have many uses. I am less worried. Although this situation is less than ideal... So what are we going to do about it?"
She pushes herself to stand and fixes her hair a little, glancing at the guard currently watching them. She then overlooks everyone else in the pen quietly, scanning them all from head to toe with interest. She moves closer, a slight sway in her hips but otherwise much steadier and eloquent than her first day here, and heads in the direction of the largest group of talking prisoners. She then stands to listen, even leaning on the wall a little with her back, blocking her tattoo out of view again.
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Roll for confiscation: 3+ 4.
Enkindle, Genasi sentenced what may have been weeks ago to the Path of Atonement and worshiper of Helm, sat in her own little corner, watching (or glowering, in the case of Drow) all with vary degrees of suspicion on her face.
Over the past couple of days, this has not changed in the least. In fact, She has yet to say more than her name in common. And even that has been moreso out of being provoked to do it, if anything at all. What people have noticed beyond the red skin stretched over a muscular frame, the tattoo-like markings that covered any exposed skin, or the living flame at the tip of hair, is that while inside the pen, everything is muted and subdued about her. Any of Ront's(or others) attempts at bullying their fellow prisoners not withstanding, she stayed in her corner, observing dispassionately or "mimicking" the sound of crackling fire of a hearth. Though strangely enough, Step Step Thud(at least) understood them to be prayers to a helmet of all things.
While outside however, she has been as bad as Eldeth at times when it came to eagerness to escape. Where physical torment has failed however, one mistaken glance at the waterfall led to her being dangled off the edge by quaggoth near the fall. Needless to say, she at least been wordlessly subservient. Though her eyes would continue carry a spark of rebellion in them.
Day Three(following Labor):
Satisfied she's seen enough, Enkindle moves over to use Shuushar's bulk to hide trying to weaken her cuffs. Not enough to break out, but just enough to be able do so at a moment's notice in the future.
After his headache subsides, his reddish lilac eyes quickly adjust to the artificial light in the pen. The odor reminded him of the common quarters of Ched Nasad, in a busy day. The sort of place he would only visit when needed to contact one or another smuggler. Two Drow in here he notices as he thinks to himself "Let's give it a shot." - in a series of quick complex expressions and hands movements, he addresses Jezzika and Sarith.
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Unable to free himself from the binds, Phineas rolls over and pushes himself up into a sitting position. He casts a glance at Ash following her comment. “Even the sweetest fruits wither in the dark, my friend. At some point, even the most delicious lose their appeal over time,” he warns. “We should find a way to free ourselves of the binds.” The gnome then makes his way over to the weeping giant. “Hey there. Come now. Let’s have a look at what they’ve done to you.” Phineas then does his best to clean up Huey’s wounds. “What’s your name, big guy?”
Medicine check: 11
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Svana watched the others interact, noting the small things about them; Amara and how she looked at the prisoned drow, her arm as well, the construct and it’s size, the genasi and how she glowered down at the guards, and the crying of the deformed half-orc creature. She would rub her temples in irritation but said nothing about it and instead looked back down at her cuffed wrists. She had tried to get out before but maybe with a little help...
Her eyes went back to the robot, lips thinning in thought. Despite his unpleasant odor her may be able to assist in removing these shackles... There was a small kindle of hope hiding behind her eyes, and she used whatever little determination she had left to get up and stride over to the warforged.
She was tall, slender, and aside from all the dirt and grime, had no ill markings on her body aside a birthmark that dotted underneath her right eye. It was graceful how she walked, even in the situation they were all in, and she still managed to have her head held up high. It may be clear to the others she was of noble birth, especially to those who were here when she arrived.
She places a gentle hand on the warforged to grab his attention before she spoke low and soft. “Excuse me, Duke was your name?” She inquires before continuing. “I apologize for the bother, my name is Svana Vatzwani. A pleasure.” The elf bows her head slightly and gets down to business. “It is clear that, yes, you have been stolen from where ever it is you normally reside, and I’m sure you would like to get out of here, just as we all do. If I assist in removing your bindings, will you assist in mine?”
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Ree'lyn: You also have a 5 foot length of silken Drow rope. You can hear Jezzika's voice in your mind. "Well!" she says, somewhat surprised. "What a surprise. Another Drow. Didn't expect to find another one of us in here."
Huey: You have befriended a spider as well during your time in the cell, which you almost smoosh tossing Jimjar at the gate. The Drow guards laugh at your pathetic attempt, or maybe it's because you're angry and crying. "Hey!" Jimjar yells at you, "Knock it off, ya big maroon! What are ya tryin' ta do, get us all killed?!" You are unable to break the manacles.
Phineas: You managed to steal a gemstone worth about 10gp during your time here. As you stuggle with your restraits, you make noise, and the Drow guarding the pen yell at you in a language you don't understand.
DUKE: Somehow, you also have a gold coin in your robotic pocket. You're not sure how it got in there, seeing as you may or may not have a stealing subroutine. The Drow eye you especially cautiously, probably because they have never seen anything like you before, and they are eager to have you misbehave so they can beat you into oblivion and dissect you.
Ash: On the floor is a rusted metal bar that could be used as a club and is easily concealable. The Drow didn't notice it on the floor while you were tossed into the pen. You pick it up and keep it. Might come in useful.
Enkindle: You also have a gem you found on the floor on the way here worth about 10gp. Shuushar is amazingly calm for a koa-toa, and meditates for most of the day and doesn't seem concerned one bit about his current predicament.
LABOR TASKS COMING IN ABOUT 3 HOURS.
"Soon it will be time for labor and menial tasks, just like the two days before."Jezzika says out loud. "They even treat their own kind with disrespect."She gives Baby Huey a friendly pat."There, there my friend. Umbra will watch over us. The time to escape is not now. We must bide our time, and act upon the opportunity he shows us. Patience. Calm."she continues to pat the massive half-orc.
Ash looks Phineas up and down with an amused look. "Wither. What an interesting choice of words." Mentally, she takes note that the Gnome underestimates her abilities. There is a pause as Ash looks down to the bonds. "Perhaps it is smart that we wait for these until after our labor hours? I... Surprisingly... Agree with the drow woman. You said your name was Jezzika?
After another short pause, Ash glances around the room. "Other than common, is there a language we all share?" Ash's eyes keep glancing to the guard holding post, scanning them over, trying to determine what they have on them and how swayable they look. Could she perhaps try to convince one of these guards to free her? Distract them and steal something off of them?
"Xunus natha akh d'usto mik'ralen inbau noamuth wun l'Har'oloth?" - Ree'lyn says out loud before Jezzika's voice sounds in his mind.
Drow language translation:
Did a group of freak performers get lost in the Underdark?
Immediately changing to his thoughts, he gets quite and tries on this other form unspoken communication.- "A telepathic link..." - when he finally notices the Myconid he smiles and allows his thoughts through on the link. - "Ah! I see. Hello, misfortune comrades. I am Ree'lyn."
Theft: 18
A tall, battered woman (who appears human) with dark hair sits in the very back of the cave. Her warm-brown skin is marred by scratches and bruises, and two long gashes run down her upper back. White tattoos form geometric patterns on her face, arms, and legs. Talike surveys her surroundings, looking for anything that could help her escape. Investigation : 12
Talike watches the bird-like form of Step Step Thud out of the corner of her eye in a mixture of confusion and amazement. She hobbles over to him, intentionally kicking Ree'lyn as she steps past.
"How... Who are you? I've never seen a bird talk. Where do you come from?" she croaks, oblivious to the fact that she has just interrupted a conversation.
Stealing Stuff:13
Amara is an elf with long brown hair and a couple age lines on her face. Her left arm is much thinner than the other, and if anyone has been paying attention over the last few days, they'll have noticed that it seems to move very awkwardly and hangs limp at her side most of the time.
She has watched the drow carefully, eyes going especially hot with anger whenever Ilvara or Asha make an appearance. Her anger and lack of submission has already earned her a couple punishments from the drow. She watches the others carefully, trying to get an idea of how rebellious or active they seem. As the day starts, she moves quietly over to Eldeth, flat out ignoring both Ree'lyn and Jezzika. "I'm Amara," she says quietly. "I can see you aren't the type to lie down and take this kind of thing either. What's your name?"
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Eyes opening but still adjusting his blurry sight, his head throbbing. - "But I don't drink bad wine." - the Drow mutters - "Not anymore." His short white hair is not nearly as clean and tended to as it should have been. The look on his face is of someone who wishes for a hot bath. His reddish lilac eyes look around just now offering a complete realization of his situation. - "An ambush. No. I would have known. An unfortunate encounter." - his delicate features don't hide the disgust and disappointment. His slim build, although athletic, would certainly pose no challenge to these chains imprisoning him. His clothes, now that his armor had been removed , have a texture looking like that of autumn leaves, crossed and entangled to make its fabric; sometimes something looking like vine roots entwined and crisscrossed like webs of vines; even his short boots. Reddish brown and pale green.
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Too dumb to know any better: 11 + 6
Crying. When the newbs showed up, Huey just started crying. No idea why, but an uncontrollable wave of tears just erupted. It wasn't a pretty sight, as wailing and mewing immediately proceeded the waterworks.
The guards did their best to ignore the wailing adult-baby. Through the tears, couldn't help but notice that he was being ignored. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Sitting next to him is the balled up rock-that-talks (Jimjar). Huey, in a fit of rage for being ignored, picks up Jimjar, and hurls the little innocent bystander at one of the guards:
Attack: 12 Damage: 5
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Step Step Thud: Ront gives you an annoyed look and shoves you away, refusing to talk to you, or just finds you strange and isn't interested in conversation with you right now. Eldeth visibly bristles at the motion, but Jezzika looks at her, shakes her head slowly and nods to the Drow Elites locking the pen.
Amara: "I'm Eldeth, lass, nice ta meetcha - tho wish it was betta circumstances, eh? Ach, i'm just itchin like MAD to kick some Drow ass but the pretty drow over there keeps telling me to bide my time. They're dangerous. Kinda creepeh how she talks to me - can hear her thoughts in me noggin. So. What's your story, lass?"
Step Step Thud cocks his head, looking in Talike's direction as she interrupts, "I am-" cutting off as he repeats the same sound as before, "The orphanage for children with special needs." His voice shifts to that of an impatient young man, "The bird talks, so what?" He goes back to the school teacher voice, "What is your name?"
Later
After the beating that ensued, Huey curled up in a far corner of the cave, and cried for hours, whimpering out "mommy" over and over again. After the tears failed to come, the rage replaced them. The adrenaline felt good, coursing through his veins. Suddenly able to think clearly, he finally had a goal in mind. Freedom.
DC20 Athletics check w/Rage vs. Manacles: 12
......aaaaaaand, more crying ensued.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
At DM's request: 11 + 6
A thin, wiry gnome with a mop of brownish, red hair lies on his back in the middle of the pen, staring up at the others through one good eye. The other is swollen shut, blackened like much of his bruised face. Blood streaks mar his once well-trimmed goatee while scratches and bruises cover his body. Defiant to the end, the others have seen the small one beaten and whipped too often in the past three days, apparently never learning his lesson as he taunts their captors with insults and jokes. Frustrated, Phineas Fairfinder lets out a long sigh, wheezing a bit as he does from the bruises to his ribs and insides. Frustrated that he can't call upon Silvanus' aid, his magic prowess made temporarily impotent by the Drow's evil tricks. "Goblins, I thought. Stupid me. Why would it be goblins guarding these tunnels?" he thinks to himself. "Stupid. Really stupid, Phineas."
Listening to those conversing around him, he works his thin arms against the binds, keeping his one good eye on the captors as he tries to work a hand free. He says quietly to those around him. "They're going to kill us, you know. Once our usefulness is done. We'll be dead. That is, unless we do something."
Despite his battered appearance and the consistent beatings, a smile remains on his face -- his one last act of defiance. He will not let them take his spirit. He continues to work the shackles.
Shackle escape attempt: 5 and trying to be stealthy about it: 12
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Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Amara eyes Jezzika briefly before looking back at Eldeth. "Ambush on my town. Got hit with a bolt and well...I'm sure you know the rest. I suppose she might be right about biding our time...still."
A small tarantula crawls onto her shoulder.
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
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Give me something useful: 10
Reactivating.
"Observation: This unit has been stolen by a hostile party. Declaration: This unit is referred to as Disposal Unit K-3. Some humanoids refer to this unit as Duke. This unit has no preferences. Inquiry: What does the female believe waiting will accomplish?"
Duke is seven foot tall, entirely grey, and has wide arms and limbs that are perfect for hauling heavy items around.
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Talike, still very confused by the talking bird, responds in a slightly less shaky voice than before.
"The Orphanage For Children With Special Needs? Okay... I'm Talike. Actually, I should probably get going now. Wouldn't want the elves to be suspicious of anything." She begins slowly edging away from Step Step Thud before turning around and walking back to her corner, where she looks over her fellow prisoners once again.
When Ash arrive, she stumbled, quite ungracefully, into the pen. She almost appeared as if she were drunk. Almost immediately, the red headed elf lay her back against the wall and propped up her knees, resting her arms on it. One of her hands went to pinching the brim of her nose. She remained like this for as long as she could that day and some could have even confused her for sleeping if it wasn't for the subtle twitch of her elf ear and furrowed brow. She had definantly been dealing with a major headache, possibly a hangover, and anyone who had attempted to approach her that first day got immediately flipped off and shooed away.
Looking at her now, she looked perfect. Almost TOO perfect. Her slim but slightly athletic body had perfect curves that any guy would die for. Her face was a mixture of mature and young, lightly dotted with freckles, and homed a button like nose and flirtatious lips. The only strange Mark's on her body was the dark reddish black tattoo that marked along her lower back. If anyone had managed to catch a glance at it, they spotted a strange symbol adorned with decorations around it that's meaning was unknown. If looked at closer, it could almost look like it was branded on her body, however, it left no other damage around the area, and there is no difference in skin level.
Now Ash silently observes the other in the cave, her eyes a striking red to match her hair, half shaven and pushed to one side, covering that half of her face from view. Her hair was slightly messy but in a way that could be considered attractive. As everyone is getting up and talking, she sits cross armed against the wall. At Phineas's comment, she speaks in a tone that has a hint of French, smooth and attractive although right now a little too cocky. "You may die, but I have many uses. I am less worried. Although this situation is less than ideal... So what are we going to do about it?"
She pushes herself to stand and fixes her hair a little, glancing at the guard currently watching them. She then overlooks everyone else in the pen quietly, scanning them all from head to toe with interest. She moves closer, a slight sway in her hips but otherwise much steadier and eloquent than her first day here, and heads in the direction of the largest group of talking prisoners. She then stands to listen, even leaning on the wall a little with her back, blocking her tattoo out of view again.
Seduction steal: 15
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Kai Loire|Water Genasia|Life Cleric|Road To Phandalin|Retired
Willow Twilight|Swiftstride Shifter|Blood Hunter|Ebberon|Retired
Meephylia Polliwog|Grung|Dragon Sorcerer|Descent To Avernus|Retired
Ashryn Rairs|Changeling|Hexblade Warlock|Out Of The Abyss|Dead
Roll for confiscation: 3+ 4.
Enkindle, Genasi sentenced what may have been weeks ago to the Path of Atonement and worshiper of Helm, sat in her own little corner, watching (or glowering, in the case of Drow) all with vary degrees of suspicion on her face.
Over the past couple of days, this has not changed in the least. In fact, She has yet to say more than her name in common. And even that has been moreso out of being provoked to do it, if anything at all. What people have noticed beyond the red skin stretched over a muscular frame, the tattoo-like markings that covered any exposed skin, or the living flame at the tip of hair, is that while inside the pen, everything is muted and subdued about her. Any of Ront's(or others) attempts at bullying their fellow prisoners not withstanding, she stayed in her corner, observing dispassionately or "mimicking" the sound of crackling fire of a hearth. Though strangely enough, Step Step Thud(at least) understood them to be prayers to a helmet of all things.
While outside however, she has been as bad as Eldeth at times when it came to eagerness to escape. Where physical torment has failed however, one mistaken glance at the waterfall led to her being dangled off the edge by quaggoth near the fall. Needless to say, she at least been wordlessly subservient. Though her eyes would continue carry a spark of rebellion in them.
Day Three(following Labor):
Satisfied she's seen enough, Enkindle moves over to use Shuushar's bulk to hide trying to weaken her cuffs. Not enough to break out, but just enough to be able do so at a moment's notice in the future.
Stealth: 5.
Athletics: 22.
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Ree'lyn | Drow | Warlock | Level 1 | AC 13 | HP 8/8 | Cantrips Known 2 | Spells Known 3 | Spell Slots 2/2 | Slot Level 1 | Innate spells 1
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After his headache subsides, his reddish lilac eyes quickly adjust to the artificial light in the pen. The odor reminded him of the common quarters of Ched Nasad, in a busy day. The sort of place he would only visit when needed to contact one or another smuggler. Two Drow in here he notices as he thinks to himself "Let's give it a shot." - in a series of quick complex expressions and hands movements, he addresses Jezzika and Sarith.
I am Ree'lyn.
Do you know who is behind this?
Unable to free himself from the binds, Phineas rolls over and pushes himself up into a sitting position. He casts a glance at Ash following her comment. “Even the sweetest fruits wither in the dark, my friend. At some point, even the most delicious lose their appeal over time,” he warns. “We should find a way to free ourselves of the binds.” The gnome then makes his way over to the weeping giant. “Hey there. Come now. Let’s have a look at what they’ve done to you.” Phineas then does his best to clean up Huey’s wounds. “What’s your name, big guy?”
Medicine check: 11
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Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Svana watched the others interact, noting the small things about them; Amara and how she looked at the prisoned drow, her arm as well, the construct and it’s size, the genasi and how she glowered down at the guards, and the crying of the deformed half-orc creature. She would rub her temples in irritation but said nothing about it and instead looked back down at her cuffed wrists. She had tried to get out before but maybe with a little help...
Her eyes went back to the robot, lips thinning in thought. Despite his unpleasant odor her may be able to assist in removing these shackles... There was a small kindle of hope hiding behind her eyes, and she used whatever little determination she had left to get up and stride over to the warforged.
She was tall, slender, and aside from all the dirt and grime, had no ill markings on her body aside a birthmark that dotted underneath her right eye. It was graceful how she walked, even in the situation they were all in, and she still managed to have her head held up high. It may be clear to the others she was of noble birth, especially to those who were here when she arrived.
She places a gentle hand on the warforged to grab his attention before she spoke low and soft. “Excuse me, Duke was your name?” She inquires before continuing. “I apologize for the bother, my name is Svana Vatzwani. A pleasure.” The elf bows her head slightly and gets down to business. “It is clear that, yes, you have been stolen from where ever it is you normally reside, and I’m sure you would like to get out of here, just as we all do. If I assist in removing your bindings, will you assist in mine?”
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Ree'lyn: You also have a 5 foot length of silken Drow rope. You can hear Jezzika's voice in your mind. "Well!" she says, somewhat surprised. "What a surprise. Another Drow. Didn't expect to find another one of us in here."
Huey: You have befriended a spider as well during your time in the cell, which you almost smoosh tossing Jimjar at the gate. The Drow guards laugh at your pathetic attempt, or maybe it's because you're angry and crying. "Hey!" Jimjar yells at you, "Knock it off, ya big maroon! What are ya tryin' ta do, get us all killed?!" You are unable to break the manacles.
Phineas: You managed to steal a gemstone worth about 10gp during your time here. As you stuggle with your restraits, you make noise, and the Drow guarding the pen yell at you in a language you don't understand.
DUKE: Somehow, you also have a gold coin in your robotic pocket. You're not sure how it got in there, seeing as you may or may not have a stealing subroutine. The Drow eye you especially cautiously, probably because they have never seen anything like you before, and they are eager to have you misbehave so they can beat you into oblivion and dissect you.
Ash: On the floor is a rusted metal bar that could be used as a club and is easily concealable. The Drow didn't notice it on the floor while you were tossed into the pen. You pick it up and keep it. Might come in useful.
Enkindle: You also have a gem you found on the floor on the way here worth about 10gp. Shuushar is amazingly calm for a koa-toa, and meditates for most of the day and doesn't seem concerned one bit about his current predicament.
LABOR TASKS COMING IN ABOUT 3 HOURS.
"Soon it will be time for labor and menial tasks, just like the two days before." Jezzika says out loud. "They even treat their own kind with disrespect." She gives Baby Huey a friendly pat. "There, there my friend. Umbra will watch over us. The time to escape is not now. We must bide our time, and act upon the opportunity he shows us. Patience. Calm." she continues to pat the massive half-orc.
Ash looks Phineas up and down with an amused look. "Wither. What an interesting choice of words." Mentally, she takes note that the Gnome underestimates her abilities. There is a pause as Ash looks down to the bonds. "Perhaps it is smart that we wait for these until after our labor hours? I... Surprisingly... Agree with the drow woman. You said your name was Jezzika?
After another short pause, Ash glances around the room. "Other than common, is there a language we all share?" Ash's eyes keep glancing to the guard holding post, scanning them over, trying to determine what they have on them and how swayable they look. Could she perhaps try to convince one of these guards to free her? Distract them and steal something off of them?
Perception: 8
Insight?: 17
Nina Wildvale|Changeling|Wild Magic Sorcerer|Rise of The Reunelords|Active
Kai Loire|Water Genasia|Life Cleric|Road To Phandalin|Retired
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Ashryn Rairs|Changeling|Hexblade Warlock|Out Of The Abyss|Dead
Ree'lyn | Drow | Warlock | Level 1 | AC 13 | HP 8/8 | Cantrips Known 2 | Spells Known 3 | Spell Slots 2/2 | Slot Level 1 | Innate spells 1
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"Xunus natha akh d'usto mik'ralen inbau noamuth wun l'Har'oloth?" - Ree'lyn says out loud before Jezzika's voice sounds in his mind.
Drow language translation:
Did a group of freak performers get lost in the Underdark?
Immediately changing to his thoughts, he gets quite and tries on this other form unspoken communication.- "A telepathic link..." - when he finally notices the Myconid he smiles and allows his thoughts through on the link. - "Ah! I see. Hello, misfortune comrades. I am Ree'lyn."
Amara eyes Jezzika. "Hmm..." she murmurs thoughtfully before messaging Jezzika.
You seem to have a plan all worked out. Have any proof that you aren't a spy?
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