"I brought the spellbook, as requested," the younger drow procures an ancient tomb (one that Tanser recognizes as his own).
"And?" Ilvara taps her foot impatiently.
"Several spells, known already to the wizards of the Sorcere," she flips through the first few pages, then holds the book up, the visible pages filled with svirfnerblin sigils. "From what I can decipher, the owner has done extensive research on how to destroy the bright light of the surface world."
Ilvara's face brightens at this, her eyes widening. "Which one of you wrote this?" the priestess takes the spellbook, glancing between the deep gnomes.
Daerthe will stay quiet as they question about the spell book, not knowing anything about magic outside of what she could do thanks to her drow heritage.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Alivia - The two deep gnomes blink, and glance at each other. "I'm sorry, human, but I have no clue what you're saying," Turvey whispers back in common.
Tuma - Unfortunately, you cannot hide yourself in the open stone prison.
"You! Blue-skin, in the back!" The tall drow glares at the triton, hand reaching towards the hilt of his sword. "Mistress Ilvara commanded you come out of the cell. You will obey her commands!"
Tuma's breath quickens a bit. "I...I-I can't, I...cannot see well in the dark, I... " She tilts her head in the direction of where the voice came from. "M-might you have a torch, so I can see better...?"
“This is your chance to prove your worth,” Ilvara turns to look at each of the party, a small smirk growing on her face. “I’d like to see the quality of my product before shipping you to Menzoberranzan. Gladiatorial combat never fails to entertain.”
The old gnome gets to his feet as his eyes fall on the spellbook. "Thieves!" he screeches in undercommon. He shuffles forward, his long, slender fingers reaching out from chained wrists. "Give that back!"
Deception to appear even more physically feeble than he is: 4
"So I get to go back home then. Well that is quite a relief." Daerthe mutters to herself as she reaches to hold her makeshift club behind her. She wishes that she had something that was more her style but a weapon is a weapon.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
“Save it for the competition dears,” Ilvara smiles, patting the spellbook. “Perhaps you could even win this back.” She hands the book to the younger priestess, muttering “when the caravan arrives to bring the prisoners, this must go with them. Bring it directly to the Archmage, ensure he knows this came from me.”
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Tanser allows Tuma to stop his forward motion and then drops his arms when the priestess calls his bluff.
DM:
Tanser will stay by the cell gate as the drow leave. If he thinks he can get away with it (perception: 4), he'll stealthily (sleight of hand: 17) use mage hand to lift the key as they're moving away.
“I look forward to seeing you in the ring,” the priestess then nods towards the taller drow. “Get then back in the cell. I want them ready for combat within the hour.” The drow salutes as the two priestesses leave, then draws his sword. “Back to your place, iblith.”
Tuma - Shoor laughs, “don’t worry, blue-skin. We won’t let our merchandise be damaged...too much.”
After ensuring all prisoners are in the cell, he locks it once more. Shoor drops the key at the disfigured drow’s feet with a sneer, and leaves.
Jalor re-attaches the key the his belt, muttering to himself, and begins to walk away as well.
Seeing an opportunity, Tanser whispers a few words of the arcane. A spectral hand appears behind the drow, pulling the key off of his belt...with a rattle. (Sleight of Hand 7 < passive perception 14).
Jalor turns, watching the arcane apparatus, his gaze turning towards the prisoners. He turns to look the direction the others had left, and smiles. The injured drow taps two fingers to his forehead with a nod to Tanser, and leaves without a word.
"So now we get to fight for their amusement. If I do well with that just maybe I can get suck up so my life won't be to bad..." Daerthe mutters to herself, switching to the Drow dialect of elvish so only Sarith can understand her hopefully. "You worked with them so what can we do to possibly make them hate us slightly less?"
"I brought the spellbook, as requested," the younger drow procures an ancient tomb (one that Tanser recognizes as his own).
"And?" Ilvara taps her foot impatiently.
"Several spells, known already to the wizards of the Sorcere," she flips through the first few pages, then holds the book up, the visible pages filled with svirfnerblin sigils. "From what I can decipher, the owner has done extensive research on how to destroy the bright light of the surface world."
Ilvara's face brightens at this, her eyes widening. "Which one of you wrote this?" the priestess takes the spellbook, glancing between the deep gnomes.
Speaking in Dwarvish to the twins Alivia whispers "How much do you know of drow society, I'm not very versed myself"
Daerthe will stay quiet as they question about the spell book, not knowing anything about magic outside of what she could do thanks to her drow heritage.
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)
Alivia - The two deep gnomes blink, and glance at each other. "I'm sorry, human, but I have no clue what you're saying," Turvey whispers back in common.
Tuma - Unfortunately, you cannot hide yourself in the open stone prison.
"You! Blue-skin, in the back!" The tall drow glares at the triton, hand reaching towards the hilt of his sword. "Mistress Ilvara commanded you come out of the cell. You will obey her commands!"
Tuma's breath quickens a bit. "I...I-I can't, I...cannot see well in the dark, I... " She tilts her head in the direction of where the voice came from. "M-might you have a torch, so I can see better...?"
"Sorry it's hard to see in this darkness I was talking to the dwarf" Alivia bows her head slightly in the direction of the voices
Between the ongoing conversations, Thun looks around and whispers back to Alivia in Dwarvish,
"I only know that the poisons they rely on cause unconsciousness, and that they think they're superior to most."
Thun then stands back up and readies himself for any questions by the drow who opened the cage.
“This is your chance to prove your worth,” Ilvara turns to look at each of the party, a small smirk growing on her face. “I’d like to see the quality of my product before shipping you to Menzoberranzan. Gladiatorial combat never fails to entertain.”
The old gnome gets to his feet as his eyes fall on the spellbook. "Thieves!" he screeches in undercommon. He shuffles forward, his long, slender fingers reaching out from chained wrists. "Give that back!"
Deception to appear even more physically feeble than he is: 4
Tuma is going to attempt to grab the old gnome and pull him back before he potentially gets his head chopped off.
Dexterity: 6
"So I get to go back home then. Well that is quite a relief." Daerthe mutters to herself as she reaches to hold her makeshift club behind her. She wishes that she had something that was more her style but a weapon is a weapon.
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)
The drow watch the feeble display with amusement.
“Save it for the competition dears,” Ilvara smiles, patting the spellbook. “Perhaps you could even win this back.” She hands the book to the younger priestess, muttering “when the caravan arrives to bring the prisoners, this must go with them. Bring it directly to the Archmage, ensure he knows this came from me.”
Thun rubs the mushroom in his palm between his fingers before shrugging his shoulders,
"And here I thought we'd be in here forever."
He watches the Gnome and Tuma act with indifference, while looking to Daerthe and the others anticipating a potential brawl incited by the Drow.
Tanser allows Tuma to stop his forward motion and then drops his arms when the priestess calls his bluff.
DM:
Tanser will stay by the cell gate as the drow leave. If he thinks he can get away with it (perception: 4), he'll stealthily (sleight of hand: 17) use mage hand to lift the key as they're moving away.
“I look forward to seeing you in the ring,” the priestess then nods towards the taller drow. “Get then back in the cell. I want them ready for combat within the hour.”
The drow salutes as the two priestesses leave, then draws his sword. “Back to your place, iblith.”
"W--hold on a second! Do I look like I belong in a fight pit?! My talent is my voice, I promise you."
Tuma - Shoor laughs, “don’t worry, blue-skin. We won’t let our merchandise be damaged...too much.”
After ensuring all prisoners are in the cell, he locks it once more. Shoor drops the key at the disfigured drow’s feet with a sneer, and leaves.
Jalor re-attaches the key the his belt, muttering to himself, and begins to walk away as well.
Seeing an opportunity, Tanser whispers a few words of the arcane. A spectral hand appears behind the drow, pulling the key off of his belt...with a rattle. (Sleight of Hand 7 < passive perception 14).
Jalor turns, watching the arcane apparatus, his gaze turning towards the prisoners. He turns to look the direction the others had left, and smiles. The injured drow taps two fingers to his forehead with a nod to Tanser, and leaves without a word.
"So now we get to fight for their amusement. If I do well with that just maybe I can get suck up so my life won't be to bad..." Daerthe mutters to herself, switching to the Drow dialect of elvish so only Sarith can understand her hopefully. "You worked with them so what can we do to possibly make them hate us slightly less?"
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)