Hey, I'm Brandon and I'll be playing Zora Marsk a Damaran (human) Monk. She has a charlatan background, so you would think she would be a rogue. Yet, she decided to leave parts of her life behind and became a monk. Stats (I rolled for them on orcpub2 and assigned where I saw fit--let me know if you'd like me to use a different method): Str 13, Dex 17, Con 15, Int 10, Wis 15, Cha 14 She has light brown skin, straight black hair, and golden eyes. She aspires to make something of herself, but her fleeing tendency to save her own hide may get in the way of it.
I'm fine with a darker tone.
I don't think things will make me uncomfortable.
I'm doubting Zora knows anyone. I'm fine if she does, but I'd prefer it to be more recent than into her prior to Monk days.
I am in Central Daylight Time (-5) currently, back to CST (-6) in November. I am most free on weekends, being in classes the first half of the week and focused on homework at the end of the week. But I could make something work Thursday through Sunday.
Change the status of the post to private rather than recruiting.
1. Explain your character's stats and backstory - Zenhymm is a Drow Elf Wild Magic Sorcerer, leaving the strictures of his people he went to explore the greater world, what he found was pain and eventually being sold into slavery. To escape this he robbed his purchaser and fled with the proceeds becoming a wanted man. After having seen the wider world and coming into my magic abilities I have begun to believe in the power of change, and how everything changes whether it gets better or worse this world would not exist without a little chaos to drive its development. Zenhymm has a loose idea of ownership and tends to pick up odds and ends and place them in his pockets, sometimes even from someone else's pockets. He also asks a lot of questions and does not respect personal space, and is not averse to fighting unfairly to reach his aims. Also enjoys games, of all types, whether gambling or competition.
2. The story is going to have a darker tone, is everyone okay with that? - That is perfectly fine by me.
3. Is there any subject matter that makes you uncomfortable? - None in particular, I cannot think of anything.
4. How do your characters know each other? Do they know each other? - Not sure on this one but I don't really think so.
5. I was thinking we might be able to organize a schedule to play at the same time (if possible)? What times are best for everyone? fairly flexible for evenings a few nights a week, living in MST.
"Where words fail, swords prevail. Where blood is spilled, my cup is filled" -Cartaphilus
"I have found the answer to the meaning of life. You ask me what the answer is? You already know what the answer to life is. You fear it more than the strike of a viper, the ravages of disease, the ire of a lover. The answer is always death. But death is a gentle mistress with a sweet embrace, and you owe her a debt of restitution. Life is not a gift, it is a loan."
[Hey guys, so when you want to talk out of character, just put it in square brackets like this so things don't get too jumbled. I have also added some music to set the tone if you would like to use that. Also, most players said they were happy to not know each other, so I am fine with starting unknown]
Isle of Ishbarae
Proglogue
Upheaval in Midgard
Moonlight breaks through the clouds and illuminates the naked corpse of King Thedas, his rotting flesh sliding off the bone like a well-cooked chicken. He swings there as a message never to stand in the way of the tieflings. Over the past year, the demonoid creatures slowly invaded the king's court and out of fear of offending their elusive culture, King Thedas gave them seats on the royal council. The change happened so slowly people didn't even notice the tieflings stripping them of their rights to feather their own nests. Before long, the council was made entirely of tieflings; schools became child labour camps; temples were transformed into brothels. Word on the streets of Midgard is that King Thedas took a stand and tried to put an end to the madness. He was stripped naked in front of his family and forced to watch as his wife and seven children's throats were slit, one by one. He was then hung from highest spire in the citadel.
You watch his dangling corpse from the detention tower in the slums of Midgard. Moonlight streams through the window onto the prisoners inside the small cell. Six others have been thrown into this cramped space with you. An old man with a wiry beard and jagged teeth hums a delightful tune, completely oblivious to the armed tiefling standing guard outside the iron door.
"It's been while since I've had any company," the old man says to no one in particular, "the last lot that were in here, they were taken from here and sent to the gallows three months ago; a bunch of babes that ran from the labour camps. Poor fools. May the Mother of Light guide their souls into the next realm."
The old man completely shifts from his sombre mood to that of an excited child, his extended stay in detention has had some psychological damage. "So, who are you all, and how did you come to stay at the Imperial Tiefling Hotel?"
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
[I'm assuming we have been stripped of our gear, yes]
Scottie is sitting next to the window feeling very claustrophobic. An over 7-foot person being jammed into a tight cell with six other individuals is not a comfortable situation to be in. He feels guilty taking up much of the room's space. Since his capture, he has been thinking about how he needs to escape. He looks around at everyone quickly studying the features of all these strange creatures he has not seen before. When the old man speaks Scottie turns his attention towards him. He thinks to himself, as the man speaks, what a strange fellow but he seems harmless enough at least. When asked how he got here Scottie stays silent for a couple minutes. Not sure of how much to tell himself. He decides that its harmless enough to at least give him his name and divulge a little bit about how he got here.
"My name is Scottie Treehugger. I was on my way to Midgard hoping to seek out a council with King Thedas. You can imagine my surprise when I arrived in town to see him about to be hanged from the spire. Needless to say, when I tried to figure out what was going on, and hopefully save the king, the strange red creatures, what did you call them again? Tiefling? Anyways they quickly grabbed hold of me and took me this tower. And here I am. Also, who are you? Why are you here?"
When Scottie is talking he is going to take a closer look around the cell, looking for anything he thinks might aid in his escape.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
The Drow elf begins to laugh uproariously, although it does not seem to be at anything in particular.
"Hey big guy! uh Hugger-whatever, you've never seen Tieff-y folks before? You must have lived a sheltered life up until now if you've never seen a little demon taint here and there. But hey I have been on the streets so long it turned me black. Hmm, nobody seems to be laughing guess they don't enjoy dark humor"
He hops up in their cramped space, nearly knocking into some of the others and clearly not very concerned with it.
Hey 'Arvey that guy is clearly a lunatic you can see it in his eyes, met some folk in the streets like that, awful shame but naught to be done about it now. Now lets see how sturdy this cell is, I doubt it can keep me in for very long
He goes to the door inspecting the lock, bars, hinges etc.
2
[messed up first dice roll it did 1d201 instead of 1d20+1 second time I rolled a 1+1 for a 2]
"Where words fail, swords prevail. Where blood is spilled, my cup is filled" -Cartaphilus
"I have found the answer to the meaning of life. You ask me what the answer is? You already know what the answer to life is. You fear it more than the strike of a viper, the ravages of disease, the ire of a lover. The answer is always death. But death is a gentle mistress with a sweet embrace, and you owe her a debt of restitution. Life is not a gift, it is a loan."
"Yep," the old man nodded his head, "Poor King Thedas: It's a nasty way to go. Still, if you'd just been a little earlier, Scottie, you might've had your own throat cut."
Scottie scouts the room, but nothing immediately jumps out at him.
"You fool," the old man cackles at Arvidsjaur with a toothless grin. "Insulting a tiefling's horns is like commenting on a human male's genitals. People have died for less than that."
When asked about his own sentence, he stops. His face sinks. "I was the last non tiefling on the royal council. They threw me up here to watch King Thedas rot from the citadel. When the last chunk of rotting flesh falls from his bones, I shall be sent to the gallows just like you."
Haven Stands in the corner trying not to tough any of the other's. He hums a tune to himself nervously and asks "surely we can bargain our way out. You there guard, be a good chap and being uta someone with authority."
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Zora doesn't necessarily trust these fellow prisoners just yet. So, she lies through her teeth with a bit of truth sprinkled in, "I am Mara and I was caught with my hand in the wrong pocket."
[Question for Skyhighest. Does Arvidsjaur look like his from the Feywilds, does he look like he is obviously connected to nature]
"It's Treehugger" Scottie tells the Drow, a bit of annoyance in his voice. When the old man remarks about being on King Thedas' Council Scottie's ears perk up and he instantly wants to start asking him about what King Thedas was like as a ruler. Just as Scottie was opening his mouth to ask the old man about the King he hears of the old man's and their eventual fate. Obviously wanting to avoid death Scottie say, "Well we can't let that last bit happen can we." He'll glance around the room looking at everyone dead in the eyes and say "So, whats the escape plan." "You've been here the longest old man, is there any useful information you can tell us about the guards. Any noticeable weaknesses, when do the guards change shift, anything like that?" Scottie will also attempt the druidcraft spell to make a small puff of wind and see if he can use his magic.
Not certain if it is better to wish that he rot slowly or quickly for your sake. A difficult lot in life you have.
Looks over at Zora
I understand that situation all too well, perhaps your fingers should have been some what faster.
Zenhymm looks back at the group
Oh yes I forgot to tell you my name. It is Zenhymm, perhaps not at your service, but currently at your disposal.
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"Where words fail, swords prevail. Where blood is spilled, my cup is filled" -Cartaphilus
"I have found the answer to the meaning of life. You ask me what the answer is? You already know what the answer to life is. You fear it more than the strike of a viper, the ravages of disease, the ire of a lover. The answer is always death. But death is a gentle mistress with a sweet embrace, and you owe her a debt of restitution. Life is not a gift, it is a loan."
The old man clears his throat, suddenly remembering the manners that served him what seemed to be a lifetime ago.
"Forgive my rudeness. All this time kicked in a cell by yourself, it does things to your mind. My name is Braithe Althier. Try saying that five tones in quick succession," he winks. His ears prick up when Isuzu mentions King Thedas. "Who is your mistress? How long ago did you get here? Did you find the King's soul?"
Over in the corner, Haven is attempting to bargain with the tiefling guard. The guard replies in a deep, guttural voice: "You ever been gored by a tiefling horn before?"
Scottie's druidic magic sends a short burst of wind into the air, which dissapates into the moonlit room. After Scottie interrogates the old man about an escape, he slaps himself in the head and cries: "Stupid old fool," he then stops and regains his composure. "My apologies. I don't know what came over me. I know nothing about how to escape. I mean, I'm still here. All I know is that the cell keys are kept in the old unlocked cell across from ours, along with all your belongings."
"Ouch" Scottie says in a whisper when Braithe hit him. Knowing that his magic works he feels at least a bit more at ease with the situation. He begins to feel more confident that with the others in here, especially if they also have magical abilities, that we can escape before we are executed. Knowing that the keys are in the next cell over Scottie begins to think of ways to escape. Knowing he cannot do this alone but not wanting to let his captures know what they planning Scottie says in Elvish "If you can understand me please nod. It's obvious that we need to get out of here and that the best way to accomplish that is to work together. I have a plan that I don't want the guards to overhear." He'll wait to see who nods at him. If not everyone nods he'll repeat it in Dwarvish and then Giant and then finally and quietly in Common.
Just know that most of my spells are good for killing things and little else. I have had very little time to master them.
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"Where words fail, swords prevail. Where blood is spilled, my cup is filled" -Cartaphilus
"I have found the answer to the meaning of life. You ask me what the answer is? You already know what the answer to life is. You fear it more than the strike of a viper, the ravages of disease, the ire of a lover. The answer is always death. But death is a gentle mistress with a sweet embrace, and you owe her a debt of restitution. Life is not a gift, it is a loan."
Having seen some nods, Scottie begins to explain his plan to everyone in the same manner of speaking in the languages that people nodded at. "Magic can be used in this cell. I myself have the ability to communicate with animals and convince them to do me small favors. I was hoping to find a small animal, like a mouse or squirrel, and talk to and convince them to retrieve the keys for me. Once I have the keys we can open the cell and make our escape in the middle of the night. The thing I am worried about is that if we cannot deal with the guards before hand then they will either A) stop the animal or B) call for backup once we unlock the door. I can attempt to restrain them with vines to make it easier to knock them out with force if we have no magical answer. I'm just hoping that someone could perhaps deal with them before hand. Does anyone possess such magic?"
Mara nods toward Scottie and responds in kind, "I am willing to work collaboratively to get out of here. My hands are usually more useful and my feet lighter than they were earlier."
Zenhymm listens to the plan clearly intent on escaping this cage.
I might be able to distract them with some little lights i can summon. Let me see if I can get a good look at the keys location.
Moves to the door and looks across stealthily. [Stealth 24 ]
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"Where words fail, swords prevail. Where blood is spilled, my cup is filled" -Cartaphilus
"I have found the answer to the meaning of life. You ask me what the answer is? You already know what the answer to life is. You fear it more than the strike of a viper, the ravages of disease, the ire of a lover. The answer is always death. But death is a gentle mistress with a sweet embrace, and you owe her a debt of restitution. Life is not a gift, it is a loan."
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Hey, I'm Brandon and I'll be playing Zora Marsk a Damaran (human) Monk. She has a charlatan background, so you would think she would be a rogue. Yet, she decided to leave parts of her life behind and became a monk.
Stats (I rolled for them on orcpub2 and assigned where I saw fit--let me know if you'd like me to use a different method): Str 13, Dex 17, Con 15, Int 10, Wis 15, Cha 14
She has light brown skin, straight black hair, and golden eyes.
She aspires to make something of herself, but her fleeing tendency to save her own hide may get in the way of it.
I'm fine with a darker tone.
I don't think things will make me uncomfortable.
I'm doubting Zora knows anyone. I'm fine if she does, but I'd prefer it to be more recent than into her prior to Monk days.
I am in Central Daylight Time (-5) currently, back to CST (-6) in November. I am most free on weekends, being in classes the first half of the week and focused on homework at the end of the week. But I could make something work Thursday through Sunday.
Anything else you need/want to know?
|PbP: Divisions| Varis Xiloscient | Elf Cleric (3)
Change the status of the post to private rather than recruiting.
1. Explain your character's stats and backstory - Zenhymm is a Drow Elf Wild Magic Sorcerer, leaving the strictures of his people he went to explore the greater world, what he found was pain and eventually being sold into slavery. To escape this he robbed his purchaser and fled with the proceeds becoming a wanted man. After having seen the wider world and coming into my magic abilities I have begun to believe in the power of change, and how everything changes whether it gets better or worse this world would not exist without a little chaos to drive its development. Zenhymm has a loose idea of ownership and tends to pick up odds and ends and place them in his pockets, sometimes even from someone else's pockets. He also asks a lot of questions and does not respect personal space, and is not averse to fighting unfairly to reach his aims. Also enjoys games, of all types, whether gambling or competition.
Stats: STR: 9 DEX: 18 CON: 12 INT: 12 WIS: 14 CHA: 16
2. The story is going to have a darker tone, is everyone okay with that? - That is perfectly fine by me.
3. Is there any subject matter that makes you uncomfortable? - None in particular, I cannot think of anything.
4. How do your characters know each other? Do they know each other? - Not sure on this one but I don't really think so.
5. I was thinking we might be able to organize a schedule to play at the same time (if possible)? What times are best for everyone? fairly flexible for evenings a few nights a week, living in MST.
6. Any questions? -
"Where words fail, swords prevail. Where blood is spilled, my cup is filled" -Cartaphilus
"I have found the answer to the meaning of life. You ask me what the answer is? You already know what the answer to life is. You fear it more than the strike of a viper, the ravages of disease, the ire of a lover. The answer is always death. But death is a gentle mistress with a sweet embrace, and you owe her a debt of restitution. Life is not a gift, it is a loan."
[Hey guys, so when you want to talk out of character, just put it in square brackets like this so things don't get too jumbled. I have also added some music to set the tone if you would like to use that. Also, most players said they were happy to not know each other, so I am fine with starting unknown]
Isle of Ishbarae
Proglogue
Upheaval in Midgard
Moonlight breaks through the clouds and illuminates the naked corpse of King Thedas, his rotting flesh sliding off the bone like a well-cooked chicken. He swings there as a message never to stand in the way of the tieflings. Over the past year, the demonoid creatures slowly invaded the king's court and out of fear of offending their elusive culture, King Thedas gave them seats on the royal council. The change happened so slowly people didn't even notice the tieflings stripping them of their rights to feather their own nests. Before long, the council was made entirely of tieflings; schools became child labour camps; temples were transformed into brothels. Word on the streets of Midgard is that King Thedas took a stand and tried to put an end to the madness. He was stripped naked in front of his family and forced to watch as his wife and seven children's throats were slit, one by one. He was then hung from highest spire in the citadel.
You watch his dangling corpse from the detention tower in the slums of Midgard. Moonlight streams through the window onto the prisoners inside the small cell. Six others have been thrown into this cramped space with you. An old man with a wiry beard and jagged teeth hums a delightful tune, completely oblivious to the armed tiefling standing guard outside the iron door.
"It's been while since I've had any company," the old man says to no one in particular, "the last lot that were in here, they were taken from here and sent to the gallows three months ago; a bunch of babes that ran from the labour camps. Poor fools. May the Mother of Light guide their souls into the next realm."
The old man completely shifts from his sombre mood to that of an excited child, his extended stay in detention has had some psychological damage. "So, who are you all, and how did you come to stay at the Imperial Tiefling Hotel?"
[I'm assuming we have been stripped of our gear, yes]
Scottie is sitting next to the window feeling very claustrophobic. An over 7-foot person being jammed into a tight cell with six other individuals is not a comfortable situation to be in. He feels guilty taking up much of the room's space. Since his capture, he has been thinking about how he needs to escape. He looks around at everyone quickly studying the features of all these strange creatures he has not seen before. When the old man speaks Scottie turns his attention towards him. He thinks to himself, as the man speaks, what a strange fellow but he seems harmless enough at least. When asked how he got here Scottie stays silent for a couple minutes. Not sure of how much to tell himself. He decides that its harmless enough to at least give him his name and divulge a little bit about how he got here.
"My name is Scottie Treehugger. I was on my way to Midgard hoping to seek out a council with King Thedas. You can imagine my surprise when I arrived in town to see him about to be hanged from the spire. Needless to say, when I tried to figure out what was going on, and hopefully save the king, the strange red creatures, what did you call them again? Tiefling? Anyways they quickly grabbed hold of me and took me this tower. And here I am. Also, who are you? Why are you here?"
When Scottie is talking he is going to take a closer look around the cell, looking for anything he thinks might aid in his escape.
Perception Roll for looking: 1d20+3 = 6
The Drow elf begins to laugh uproariously, although it does not seem to be at anything in particular.
"Hey big guy! uh Hugger-whatever, you've never seen Tieff-y folks before? You must have lived a sheltered life up until now if you've never seen a little demon taint here and there. But hey I have been on the streets so long it turned me black. Hmm, nobody seems to be laughing guess they don't enjoy dark humor"
He hops up in their cramped space, nearly knocking into some of the others and clearly not very concerned with it.
Hey 'Arvey that guy is clearly a lunatic you can see it in his eyes, met some folk in the streets like that, awful shame but naught to be done about it now. Now lets see how sturdy this cell is, I doubt it can keep me in for very long
He goes to the door inspecting the lock, bars, hinges etc.
2
[messed up first dice roll it did 1d201 instead of 1d20+1 second time I rolled a 1+1 for a 2]
"Where words fail, swords prevail. Where blood is spilled, my cup is filled" -Cartaphilus
"I have found the answer to the meaning of life. You ask me what the answer is? You already know what the answer to life is. You fear it more than the strike of a viper, the ravages of disease, the ire of a lover. The answer is always death. But death is a gentle mistress with a sweet embrace, and you owe her a debt of restitution. Life is not a gift, it is a loan."
[Yes, you have been stripped of your equipment.]
"Yep," the old man nodded his head, "Poor King Thedas: It's a nasty way to go. Still, if you'd just been a little earlier, Scottie, you might've had your own throat cut."
Scottie scouts the room, but nothing immediately jumps out at him.
"You fool," the old man cackles at Arvidsjaur with a toothless grin. "Insulting a tiefling's horns is like commenting on a human male's genitals. People have died for less than that."
When asked about his own sentence, he stops. His face sinks. "I was the last non tiefling on the royal council. They threw me up here to watch King Thedas rot from the citadel. When the last chunk of rotting flesh falls from his bones, I shall be sent to the gallows just like you."
Haven Stands in the corner trying not to tough any of the other's. He hums a tune to himself nervously and asks "surely we can bargain our way out. You there guard, be a good chap and being uta someone with authority."
Zora doesn't necessarily trust these fellow prisoners just yet. So, she lies through her teeth with a bit of truth sprinkled in, "I am Mara and I was caught with my hand in the wrong pocket."
Deception [if needed]: 1d20+4=14
|PbP: Divisions| Varis Xiloscient | Elf Cleric (3)
[Question for Skyhighest. Does Arvidsjaur look like his from the Feywilds, does he look like he is obviously connected to nature]
"It's Treehugger" Scottie tells the Drow, a bit of annoyance in his voice. When the old man remarks about being on King Thedas' Council Scottie's ears perk up and he instantly wants to start asking him about what King Thedas was like as a ruler. Just as Scottie was opening his mouth to ask the old man about the King he hears of the old man's and their eventual fate. Obviously wanting to avoid death Scottie say, "Well we can't let that last bit happen can we." He'll glance around the room looking at everyone dead in the eyes and say "So, whats the escape plan." "You've been here the longest old man, is there any useful information you can tell us about the guards. Any noticeable weaknesses, when do the guards change shift, anything like that?" Scottie will also attempt the druidcraft spell to make a small puff of wind and see if he can use his magic.
Not certain if it is better to wish that he rot slowly or quickly for your sake. A difficult lot in life you have.
Looks over at Zora
I understand that situation all too well, perhaps your fingers should have been some what faster.
Zenhymm looks back at the group
Oh yes I forgot to tell you my name. It is Zenhymm, perhaps not at your service, but currently at your disposal.
"Where words fail, swords prevail. Where blood is spilled, my cup is filled" -Cartaphilus
"I have found the answer to the meaning of life. You ask me what the answer is? You already know what the answer to life is. You fear it more than the strike of a viper, the ravages of disease, the ire of a lover. The answer is always death. But death is a gentle mistress with a sweet embrace, and you owe her a debt of restitution. Life is not a gift, it is a loan."
[Everyone in the cell believes 'Mara'.]
The old man clears his throat, suddenly remembering the manners that served him what seemed to be a lifetime ago.
"Forgive my rudeness. All this time kicked in a cell by yourself, it does things to your mind. My name is Braithe Althier. Try saying that five tones in quick succession," he winks. His ears prick up when Isuzu mentions King Thedas. "Who is your mistress? How long ago did you get here? Did you find the King's soul?"
Over in the corner, Haven is attempting to bargain with the tiefling guard. The guard replies in a deep, guttural voice: "You ever been gored by a tiefling horn before?"
Scottie's druidic magic sends a short burst of wind into the air, which dissapates into the moonlit room. After Scottie interrogates the old man about an escape, he slaps himself in the head and cries: "Stupid old fool," he then stops and regains his composure. "My apologies. I don't know what came over me. I know nothing about how to escape. I mean, I'm still here. All I know is that the cell keys are kept in the old unlocked cell across from ours, along with all your belongings."
Braithe does nothing but eye off Zenhymm.
"Ouch" Scottie says in a whisper when Braithe hit him. Knowing that his magic works he feels at least a bit more at ease with the situation. He begins to feel more confident that with the others in here, especially if they also have magical abilities, that we can escape before we are executed. Knowing that the keys are in the next cell over Scottie begins to think of ways to escape. Knowing he cannot do this alone but not wanting to let his captures know what they planning Scottie says in Elvish "If you can understand me please nod. It's obvious that we need to get out of here and that the best way to accomplish that is to work together. I have a plan that I don't want the guards to overhear." He'll wait to see who nods at him. If not everyone nods he'll repeat it in Dwarvish and then Giant and then finally and quietly in Common.
*nods*
Just know that most of my spells are good for killing things and little else. I have had very little time to master them.
"Where words fail, swords prevail. Where blood is spilled, my cup is filled" -Cartaphilus
"I have found the answer to the meaning of life. You ask me what the answer is? You already know what the answer to life is. You fear it more than the strike of a viper, the ravages of disease, the ire of a lover. The answer is always death. But death is a gentle mistress with a sweet embrace, and you owe her a debt of restitution. Life is not a gift, it is a loan."
Having seen some nods, Scottie begins to explain his plan to everyone in the same manner of speaking in the languages that people nodded at. "Magic can be used in this cell. I myself have the ability to communicate with animals and convince them to do me small favors. I was hoping to find a small animal, like a mouse or squirrel, and talk to and convince them to retrieve the keys for me. Once I have the keys we can open the cell and make our escape in the middle of the night. The thing I am worried about is that if we cannot deal with the guards before hand then they will either A) stop the animal or B) call for backup once we unlock the door. I can attempt to restrain them with vines to make it easier to knock them out with force if we have no magical answer. I'm just hoping that someone could perhaps deal with them before hand. Does anyone possess such magic?"
Mara nods toward Scottie and responds in kind, "I am willing to work collaboratively to get out of here. My hands are usually more useful and my feet lighter than they were earlier."
|PbP: Divisions| Varis Xiloscient | Elf Cleric (3)
"I can attempt to put the guard to sleep" Haven ventures in elvish.
Zenhymm listens to the plan clearly intent on escaping this cage.
I might be able to distract them with some little lights i can summon. Let me see if I can get a good look at the keys location.
Moves to the door and looks across stealthily. [Stealth 24 ]
"Where words fail, swords prevail. Where blood is spilled, my cup is filled" -Cartaphilus
"I have found the answer to the meaning of life. You ask me what the answer is? You already know what the answer to life is. You fear it more than the strike of a viper, the ravages of disease, the ire of a lover. The answer is always death. But death is a gentle mistress with a sweet embrace, and you owe her a debt of restitution. Life is not a gift, it is a loan."