The Flaming Fist sergeant and his flunkies' make no fuss about the young noble and take him away. It is clear to Mist if not Thorin that they are sure that they will capitalize on the move they made and are taking the young lord reassurance end incentives at his words.
They let you go back to your business without a second look.
In the cultist hideout:
Sounds carry strangely and you are sure that something is coming. A few words can be heard but not pin pointed.
" I ...... mother ........ things ................ change .......... brothers .............." one voice says clearly talking to someone else.
Thorin chuckles and will say to Mist: "Well that's one problem out of our hair. What say we find our friends? I don't like leaving them this long in that vile sewer full of cultists."
Badran turns to the others. “Hide. Someone is coming.”
2. Hide action. If I have another round before they get here, I’ll also ready an action to hit whoever comes through with a non-lethal blow. (Not Eldritch blast, the blunt side of my warpick.)
As Thorin and Mist rapidly make their way back to their friends down into the dungeon/sewer the rest of the group tries to hide.
Ooc: you have a few rounds.
The creature coming your way is heavy footed and unafraid. It or he talks back to others loudly.
"I for one hate it down there and I'm here just because my mother thinks you are worth the trouble. For me you are just rats living just were you belong."
Their is no threat or anger in the voice just clear certainty.
Mist once more leads the way. Down the stairs at water level you come upon a room and a grisly spectacle.
The eastern part of this room is unlit, flooded, and braced with floor-to-ceiling wooden beams. Rough-hewn steps rise out of the murky water to the western portion of the room, which is dry and lit by two torches in sconces that flank a stone altar. Shackled to the wall behind the altar is a sickly man in a loincloth with a burlap sack over his head. An alcove in the north wall contains a freestanding suit of plate armor missing its helm.
Standing before the altar are two grim figures: a powerfully built woman clutching a mace, and an even bigger man wearing a bucket helm. The helmed man is jabbing the prisoner with a spear, causing him to twitch. Both figures are clad in chain mail, and the woman carries a wooden shield with a leering skull painted on it. There is fresh blood on the face.
They don't seem to have noticed you yet.
So which room are we in right now?
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The Flaming Fist sergeant and his flunkies' make no fuss about the young noble and take him away. It is clear to Mist if not Thorin that they are sure that they will capitalize on the move they made and are taking the young lord reassurance end incentives at his words.
They let you go back to your business without a second look.
In the cultist hideout:
Sounds carry strangely and you are sure that something is coming. A few words can be heard but not pin pointed.
" I ...... mother ........ things ................ change .......... brothers .............." one voice says clearly talking to someone else.
Thorin chuckles and will say to Mist: "Well that's one problem out of our hair. What say we find our friends? I don't like leaving them this long in that vile sewer full of cultists."
Badran turns to the others. “Hide. Someone is coming.”
2. Hide action. If I have another round before they get here, I’ll also ready an action to hit whoever comes through with a non-lethal blow. (Not Eldritch blast, the blunt side of my warpick.)
Just a husband, father, DM, strength coach, writer, mustard producer, youth minister, and US Army Airborne veteran trying to stay sane.
Badran The Returner
Badran tries to hide in plain sight, hoping the ridiculousness of standing in the doorway will actually cause them to just laugh and walk on by.
Just a husband, father, DM, strength coach, writer, mustard producer, youth minister, and US Army Airborne veteran trying to stay sane.
Badran The Returner
Alyseris looks around for a shadowy corner, trying to be inconspicuous.
(Stealth: 14)
“Thorin, that is an excellent idea. That noble little whiner is safe, and we won’t be blamed for him now. Let’s go.”
She starts heading back to the sewers.
As Thorin and Mist rapidly make their way back to their friends down into the dungeon/sewer the rest of the group tries to hide.
Ooc: you have a few rounds.
The creature coming your way is heavy footed and unafraid. It or he talks back to others loudly.
"I for one hate it down there and I'm here just because my mother thinks you are worth the trouble. For me you are just rats living just were you belong."
Their is no threat or anger in the voice just clear certainty.
(Are the voices coming from an unexplored part of the map?)
Yes.
So which room are we in right now?
Just a husband, father, DM, strength coach, writer, mustard producer, youth minister, and US Army Airborne veteran trying to stay sane.
Badran The Returner
Is this done?
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Badran The Returner
I was assuming G had some ongoing health issues following surgery..?