"So, um," the chestnut-haired young woman speaks in Common. Her voice is unsure, it wavers, but her words come through clearly in the dark cell. Her consonants are crisp. Visible to any other prisoners that can see in the dark, an agreeable tarantula climbs lazily between the woman's manacled hands as an idle pastime for the both of them.
"Does anyone know what we're doing here? I'm not much good at puzzles, what do our captors want from us?"
The half elf is quiet as she looks around the cell, shuffling a bit as she notices the spider with the girl that had just spoken. Unless one looks closely they would think she was a Drow due to the fact she favors her elven heritage much more then her human side. Like a Drow she has white hair that reaches her shoulders and red eyes. Her most human feature are her taller frame and more broad build, even if it did with with a Drow woman who were normal larger then men.
In heavily accented common she replies. "You are a prisoner here. They will break you and then turn you into slave or use you as a sacrifice to their goddess..."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Tuma has had her eyes glued to the gold coin ever since she got it. The slight shimmer it produced with what little light existed down here was enough to remind her of the outside. She dared not looked towards the outside of her cell, for she has only heard rumors of what monstrocities existed in these places, and she'd rather not risk the chance of looking one dead in the face. When the half-elf spoke up, her eyes flared wide.
"S-sacrifice?! Why!? I...I haven't done anything to them. W-was it my singing? Did they hate it?"
Alivia - Searching through the stone cell, you find a small agate gemstone lodged in a crevice. Coming from a noble upbringing, you estimate its worth to be about 10 gold pieces. This is your only piece of equipment.
Thun - You're able to pick the pocket of a drowsy guard, and found...a spider. The spider ran off immediately, but you were left with a strange, tiny mushroom in your hand. It has a blue cap, with white dots. You are unfamiliar with this particular mushroom, despite your extensive knowledge of flora. This is the only item you have.
"You will likely have a few more years to live...if you're smart," a voice comes from an adjoining cell to your right. Between the bars, you see a shackled male drow kneeling on the ground, eyes a bright orange-red. "You'll be shipped to Menzoberranzan to be sold to one of the great houses for entertainment."
"An' what about the rest o' us?" a red haired dwarf in the cell to your left turns, her face pulled into a scowl. "I'm not the type to be prancin' about for the amusement o' some dark elves."
"Then, you'll suffer the fate Daerthe described," the drow nods in the half-drow's direction. "Your death won't be quick, I assure."
Daerthe - This drow seems incredibly familiar...you remember one of the drow urchins in your old band left a few years back, conscripted as a guard and assigned to an outpost far from the City of Spiders. His name is Sarith Kzekarit.
"If we are sent back to Menzoberranzan then you should hope for a quick death if slavery is what awaits for you. That will more then likely be my fate for being foolish enough to rob a noble house." The half crow says to the others before she turns to the Drow she has some memory of.
"What did you do to end up in such a placel? The Iast I remember you were sent off for some kind of guard assignment." She asks, switching from common to to Undercommon
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
“Welcome to Velkynvelve,” Sarith replies dryly, holding his hands out, manacles clanging in protest. “This is...was my station. They threw me in here last night...accused of murdering Car’thri...one of the guards here. Everyone claims to have seen it. I saw her body. ” his brows lower as he brings his hands to his head. “But I didn’t...I couldn’t have killed her...I don’t remember it.”
Tuma holds the coin tightly against her chest. "Well...it might be better than cold, hard rocks. And, I'll get to sing too. So, if they enjoy it, I guess it won't be much of a problem." She whispers to herself, then addresses the male drow. "Do you know when they'll come for us. Or, is that part of the torture too?"
"Magical compulsion? I know it is hard but is it possible she made another guard or possible a priestess into an enemy. It would make sense for them to use you to do it instead of risking being found out. You know that they think of us as nothing but pawns or worse." Daerthe says as she looks around to make sure that none of the guards are around.
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Tuma- “You and the others bound for Menzoberranzan were supposed to get a ride with a caravan, after it dropped off much needed supplies. The caravan was due two days ago, but still hasn’t arrived. Priestess Ilvara is livid...” he pauses with a sly smile. “However, She’s been keeping herself busy with her new lover, much to the disgust of Jorlan.”
"Your people. To them I have and always have will be Iblith." Daerthe says in a bland voice, seeming to be used to such a thing.
(Iblith to those that don't know is an insult that is used to describe beings that the drow consider beneath them or it can mean you are lower then waste....)
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
After pick-pocketing, Thun begins to rethink the past events. He notices:
- the dart that hit him must have been covered with a toxin.
-the toxin is extremely potent as it was able to effect him without a large dosage.
He then looks down at the mushroom from the guard's pocket. He thinks to himself: "A dark place that has mushrooms, spiders, and was brought to by a sleeper dart." He summarizes:
-the toxin is probably drow poison because of contact causing Unconscious as well as the environment he is in.
He becomes immediately distrustful of any drow. Until this moment, he has been focused solely on pick-pocketing and his own thoughts. He then starts to look\listen around.
"Oh. Okay, um...is that some sort of lovers dispute? Because I've been, uh, 'involved' in of a few of those, and they can get pretty nasty. Nastier than this place. W-who's this priestess? Have you met her?"
“Funny, isn’t it?” Sarith chuckles quietly. “All the fighting about bloodlines and supremacy yet,” he rattles his shackles. “We’re all chained to the same death.”
”Yes, yes,” a short, scruffy deep gnome shuffles towards the bars adjoining the cells, rolling his eyes. “Great pep-talk, dark elf.” A nearly identical gnome follows the first, eyes wide as he glances between the other prisoners, before tugging on the first gnome. “I -er, actually rather liked it. But, we’re not going to die, are we Turvey?” “I told you, Topsey, it’s over. We got caught by the drow. You don’t escape the drow.”
“By Bruenor’s beard, you all are a sorry lot,” the dwarf crosses her arms best she can with the manacles. “I’ll be escapin’, sooner than later, and gaze once again upon the great halls of Gauntlgrym, or my name isn’t Eldeth Feldrun!”
Thun - you see your fellow prisoners deep in conversation. Beyond the cell door, you can hear the roar of a waterfall, the flickering of bioluminescence, and and occasional footsteps of drow guards walking by on patrol.
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Tanser - In your time here, you've found a shard flint shard. This is usable as a dagger, and is the only item you have.
"So, um," the chestnut-haired young woman speaks in Common. Her voice is unsure, it wavers, but her words come through clearly in the dark cell. Her consonants are crisp. Visible to any other prisoners that can see in the dark, an agreeable tarantula climbs lazily between the woman's manacled hands as an idle pastime for the both of them.
"Does anyone know what we're doing here? I'm not much good at puzzles, what do our captors want from us?"
The half elf is quiet as she looks around the cell, shuffling a bit as she notices the spider with the girl that had just spoken. Unless one looks closely they would think she was a Drow due to the fact she favors her elven heritage much more then her human side. Like a Drow she has white hair that reaches her shoulders and red eyes. Her most human feature are her taller frame and more broad build, even if it did with with a Drow woman who were normal larger then men.
In heavily accented common she replies. "You are a prisoner here. They will break you and then turn you into slave or use you as a sacrifice to their goddess..."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Tuma has had her eyes glued to the gold coin ever since she got it. The slight shimmer it produced with what little light existed down here was enough to remind her of the outside. She dared not looked towards the outside of her cell, for she has only heard rumors of what monstrocities existed in these places, and she'd rather not risk the chance of looking one dead in the face. When the half-elf spoke up, her eyes flared wide.
"S-sacrifice?! Why!? I...I haven't done anything to them. W-was it my singing? Did they hate it?"
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Alivia - Searching through the stone cell, you find a small agate gemstone lodged in a crevice. Coming from a noble upbringing, you estimate its worth to be about 10 gold pieces. This is your only piece of equipment.
Thun - You're able to pick the pocket of a drowsy guard, and found...a spider. The spider ran off immediately, but you were left with a strange, tiny mushroom in your hand. It has a blue cap, with white dots. You are unfamiliar with this particular mushroom, despite your extensive knowledge of flora. This is the only item you have.
Tuma -
"You will likely have a few more years to live...if you're smart," a voice comes from an adjoining cell to your right. Between the bars, you see a shackled male drow kneeling on the ground, eyes a bright orange-red. "You'll be shipped to Menzoberranzan to be sold to one of the great houses for entertainment."
"An' what about the rest o' us?" a red haired dwarf in the cell to your left turns, her face pulled into a scowl. "I'm not the type to be prancin' about for the amusement o' some dark elves."
"Then, you'll suffer the fate Daerthe described," the drow nods in the half-drow's direction. "Your death won't be quick, I assure."
Daerthe - This drow seems incredibly familiar...you remember one of the drow urchins in your old band left a few years back, conscripted as a guard and assigned to an outpost far from the City of Spiders. His name is Sarith Kzekarit.
"If we are sent back to Menzoberranzan then you should hope for a quick death if slavery is what awaits for you. That will more then likely be my fate for being foolish enough to rob a noble house." The half crow says to the others before she turns to the Drow she has some memory of.
"What did you do to end up in such a placel? The Iast I remember you were sent off for some kind of guard assignment." She asks, switching from common to to Undercommon
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
“Welcome to Velkynvelve,” Sarith replies dryly, holding his hands out, manacles clanging in protest. “This is...was my station. They threw me in here last night...accused of murdering Car’thri...one of the guards here. Everyone claims to have seen it. I saw her body. ” his brows lower as he brings his hands to his head. “But I didn’t...I couldn’t have killed her...I don’t remember it.”
Tuma holds the coin tightly against her chest. "Well...it might be better than cold, hard rocks. And, I'll get to sing too. So, if they enjoy it, I guess it won't be much of a problem." She whispers to herself, then addresses the male drow. "Do you know when they'll come for us. Or, is that part of the torture too?"
"Magical compulsion? I know it is hard but is it possible she made another guard or possible a priestess into an enemy. It would make sense for them to use you to do it instead of risking being found out. You know that they think of us as nothing but pawns or worse." Daerthe says as she looks around to make sure that none of the guards are around.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Tuma- “You and the others bound for Menzoberranzan were supposed to get a ride with a caravan, after it dropped off much needed supplies. The caravan was due two days ago, but still hasn’t arrived. Priestess Ilvara is livid...” he pauses with a sly smile. “However, She’s been keeping herself busy with her new lover, much to the disgust of Jorlan.”
Daerthe- “It wouldn’t surprise me,” he sighs. “Such is the way of our people.”
"Your people. To them I have and always have will be Iblith." Daerthe says in a bland voice, seeming to be used to such a thing.
(Iblith to those that don't know is an insult that is used to describe beings that the drow consider beneath them or it can mean you are lower then waste....)
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
After pick-pocketing, Thun begins to rethink the past events. He notices:
- the dart that hit him must have been covered with a toxin.
-the toxin is extremely potent as it was able to effect him without a large dosage.
He then looks down at the mushroom from the guard's pocket. He thinks to himself: "A dark place that has mushrooms, spiders, and was brought to by a sleeper dart." He summarizes:
-the toxin is probably drow poison because of contact causing Unconscious as well as the environment he is in.
He becomes immediately distrustful of any drow. Until this moment, he has been focused solely on pick-pocketing and his own thoughts. He then starts to look\listen around.
"Oh. Okay, um...is that some sort of lovers dispute? Because I've been, uh, 'involved' in of a few of those, and they can get pretty nasty. Nastier than this place. W-who's this priestess? Have you met her?"
“Funny, isn’t it?” Sarith chuckles quietly. “All the fighting about bloodlines and supremacy yet,” he rattles his shackles. “We’re all chained to the same death.”
”Yes, yes,” a short, scruffy deep gnome shuffles towards the bars adjoining the cells, rolling his eyes. “Great pep-talk, dark elf.”
A nearly identical gnome follows the first, eyes wide as he glances between the other prisoners, before tugging on the first gnome. “I -er, actually rather liked it. But, we’re not going to die, are we Turvey?”
“I told you, Topsey, it’s over. We got caught by the drow. You don’t escape the drow.”
“By Bruenor’s beard, you all are a sorry lot,” the dwarf crosses her arms best she can with the manacles. “I’ll be escapin’, sooner than later, and gaze once again upon the great halls of Gauntlgrym, or my name isn’t Eldeth Feldrun!”
Thun - you see your fellow prisoners deep in conversation. Beyond the cell door, you can hear the roar of a waterfall, the flickering of bioluminescence, and and occasional footsteps of drow guards walking by on patrol.