Daerthe - Sarith glances between the half-drow and the spectral hand still holding the key. "You...do realize Jalor just let that gnome take the key, right?"
"I do but do you really think we have that much of a chance without are weapons. Besides it is always better to plan for as many outcomes as possible." The half elf points out since there was no guarantee the gnome would free them.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
"Fair enough," the drow concedes. "Ilvara is sadistic, even for the drow. The only thing that impresses her is pain and the giving of it. If we're forced to fight in the arena, that will be your best shot to impress her. Just...don't kill anyone. She won't appreciate loss of profit."
Thun noticing the exchange stirs slightly then comments,
"I will say two things. First, if he escapes and doesn't free us, we alert the guard. That will put us in their good graces and punish selfish action."
He laughs under his breath, then continues,
"Second, we could probably find weapons and maybe even armor if we looked around. I think our changes are better if we don't wait to rely on her want of profit more than our lives."
"We'll need to try to escape before the caravan arrives. It should arrive at any time now, as it was expected two days ago. They'll likely use poisoned darts to knock us out for transport...and once we arrive in Menzoberranzan, we will be sold as slaves, or sacrificed to Lolth." He pauses. "If we're looking for weapons or armor, the guard tower would be the best bet. It's in the center of the compound, and holds the armory. Three drow are generally on watch in the tower, but it's possible we could sneak past."
Daerthe - "The armory, or one of the barracks should have several vials of the poison," Sarith rubs his forehead with a hand.
"There's...another thing you should know about this outpost. It's built into giant stalagmites and caves in the roof of a giant cavern: over one hundred feet above the ground proper. There's a lift for transportation, but it can only hold four people at a time, and even that's a bit crowded. Two quaggoths man the wench to raise and lower the contraption, and they won't let escaping slaves pass."
"We need to get as many weapons as we can use and whatever we need to throw together for magic. I would rather not end up at the wrath of any priestess if we can help it..."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
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The old gnome reaches out and takes the key as the spectral hand brings it to him, a thin smile spreading his gray lips. The hand disappears as the old gnome's slender fingers wrap around the key to their release. He immediately uses the key to open their cell. Moving over to the next cell, he opens that one as well. "Come, brothers," he whispers in undercommon.
Tuma and Daerthe - you cannot discern the source of the noise, only that it is steadily increasing in volume. An inhuman shriek pierces the air, then in lost in the buzzing.
Tanser - You’ve manages to open your cell door, as well as the one containing the drow, 2 deep gnomes, and dwarf. The twins emerge from the cell, eyes wide with excitement. Sarith and the dwarf exit soon afterwards. There are two other cell doors directly across from yours.
“We’ll have to take a left to go towards the armory or the lift,” the drow advises. “The guard tower is in the stalagmite directly beside us.”
(You are at 11 on the map. The guard tower/armory is 10.)
From within one of the opposing cells, forms begin to stir. A bald deep gnome grips the bars, eyes widening, a grin forming on his face. "Pardon me for interrupting," he says, "But do you think you could spare a few moments to open our cell as well?"
A derro, quaggoth, orc, kuo-toa, and a small myconid sprout are visible through the bars as well.
Daerthe moves out of the cell and readies her makeshift club, knowing it would do her little good as a weapon but it was better then nothing. "We need to move as the kua toa says..."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Daerthe - Sarith glances between the half-drow and the spectral hand still holding the key. "You...do realize Jalor just let that gnome take the key, right?"
"I do but do you really think we have that much of a chance without are weapons. Besides it is always better to plan for as many outcomes as possible." The half elf points out since there was no guarantee the gnome would free them.
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)
"Fair enough," the drow concedes. "Ilvara is sadistic, even for the drow. The only thing that impresses her is pain and the giving of it. If we're forced to fight in the arena, that will be your best shot to impress her. Just...don't kill anyone. She won't appreciate loss of profit."
Thun noticing the exchange stirs slightly then comments,
"I will say two things. First, if he escapes and doesn't free us, we alert the guard. That will put us in their good graces and punish selfish action."
He laughs under his breath, then continues,
"Second, we could probably find weapons and maybe even armor if we looked around. I think our changes are better if we don't wait to rely on her want of profit more than our lives."
"Understood no killing. If that is the goal then some of the poison they used on me would be useful." Daerthe says thoughtfully.
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)
"We'll need to try to escape before the caravan arrives. It should arrive at any time now, as it was expected two days ago. They'll likely use poisoned darts to knock us out for transport...and once we arrive in Menzoberranzan, we will be sold as slaves, or sacrificed to Lolth." He pauses. "If we're looking for weapons or armor, the guard tower would be the best bet. It's in the center of the compound, and holds the armory. Three drow are generally on watch in the tower, but it's possible we could sneak past."
Daerthe - "The armory, or one of the barracks should have several vials of the poison," Sarith rubs his forehead with a hand.
"There's...another thing you should know about this outpost. It's built into giant stalagmites and caves in the roof of a giant cavern: over one hundred feet above the ground proper. There's a lift for transportation, but it can only hold four people at a time, and even that's a bit crowded. Two quaggoths man the wench to raise and lower the contraption, and they won't let escaping slaves pass."
(Ignore the numbers haha, but this is what Sarith is describing for visual reference)
"We need to get as many weapons as we can use and whatever we need to throw together for magic. I would rather not end up at the wrath of any priestess if we can help it..."
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)
"Agreed," Sarith nods with a grimace.
A strange buzzing can be heard, steadily growing louder.
Tuma's perception: 21
Daerthe Perception to try and identify the noise: 12
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 old gnome reaches out and takes the key as the spectral hand brings it to him, a thin smile spreading his gray lips. The hand disappears as the old gnome's slender fingers wrap around the key to their release. He immediately uses the key to open their cell. Moving over to the next cell, he opens that one as well. "Come, brothers," he whispers in undercommon.
Are there other cells?
Perception (which way to go now?): 18
OOC: I'm guessing we're either at 2 or 11.
Tuma and Daerthe - you cannot discern the source of the noise, only that it is steadily increasing in volume. An inhuman shriek pierces the air, then in lost in the buzzing.
Tanser - You’ve manages to open your cell door, as well as the one containing the drow, 2 deep gnomes, and dwarf. The twins emerge from the cell, eyes wide with excitement. Sarith and the dwarf exit soon afterwards. There are two other cell doors directly across from yours.
“We’ll have to take a left to go towards the armory or the lift,” the drow advises. “The guard tower is in the stalagmite directly beside us.”
(You are at 11 on the map. The guard tower/armory is 10.)
Thun looks at the surrounding environment and says,
"I think the waterfall and that buzzing noises will be enough to drown out a silent approach to the armory. From there, we can figure out the rest."
He pauses, thinking back before commenting,
"We should try to get some thick armor, they may dart us again and cloth wont protect against it."
From within one of the opposing cells, forms begin to stir. A bald deep gnome grips the bars, eyes widening, a grin forming on his face. "Pardon me for interrupting," he says, "But do you think you could spare a few moments to open our cell as well?"
A derro, quaggoth, orc, kuo-toa, and a small myconid sprout are visible through the bars as well.
From outside the cave, a horn blast sounds through the cacophony of buzzing, drowned out by terrible monstrous screeching.
"Hurry, you must," the fish-like kuo-toa bounces between his two feet. "All day we do not have!"
Daerthe moves out of the cell and readies her makeshift club, knowing it would do her little good as a weapon but it was better then nothing. "We need to move as the kua toa says..."
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)
Thun thinks back to his earlier statement,
"We should either unlock them or leave them the key, they might take leaving without doing either as a signal to start screaming."