"Great" Scottie replies to Haven and Zenhymn. "I'm going to attempt to find a little animal to aid us in our endeavors. We should execute our plan tonight and escape out of the city. Until then I suggest that everyone rests and gather their strength for tonight."
Scottie will then go to the window and attempt to spot an animal that looks strong enough to get the keys but small enough to fit through the bars.
Perception check to find the animal: 1d20+3 = 17
Animal Handling to calm the animal and get them to come either inside the cell or by the bars: 1d20+5 = 22
"You know, it's rude to try and exclude people from a converstaion," says Braithe in perfect Elvish. "I can help you get out of here, but you need to take me with you. I will slow you down, and I have the occasional screaming outburst from time to time that could compromise everything, but Vartok is the only one that can help you with your plan and he doesn't trust just anybody."
Almost as if he were proving his feebleness, Braithe feel into a coughing fit that rattled lose his last tooth.
Once Braithe calms down from his coughing fit Scottie replies a little embarrassed. "SorryI wasn't trying to exclude you or anyone else in this cell. I was attempting to exclude them." Scottie explains as he slyly nods at the tiefling guards. "Also the plan was to always bring you along. I have some questions about the King I wish to ask you once we are safe."
"Okay," Braithe eyes Scottie, returning to the common tongue, "but if we go ahead, we do it with everyone. We don't exclude any of these poor souls. I wouldn't have any of them subjected to what I have. Agree to include them all and I'll summon Vartok. "
"Alright I agree" replies Scottie. "Summon your friend, Vartok and we can go ahead with the plan. I'll make sure everyone gets out of the city. Once we exit the city, I suggest heading to the forest. It'll be harder to follow us through the woods and I'll be able to help us survive why we are there."
Braithe chuckles to himself for a sufficiently awkward period of time.
"You fools," he titters. "Vartok has been here the whole time."
Just as everyone in the cramped cell is convinced the old man has completely lost his marbles, a set of eyes twinkle from the darkness. A tarantula skitters from between the cracks in the stone wall, covered in wiry, purple hairs that shimmer in the moonlight.
"He's a bit of a stubborn old fool. He doesn't always listen to me, but I'm sure a druid can bend a spider to its will."
"What are you doing in there?" the tiefling guard asked, leaning in, his twisted red horns poking through the bars.
If it will get us out of here I say we bring him along, we need all the information about what is going on here.
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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 tiefling guard sneezes against the cloud of poison and stumbles back and forth, reaching for the horn clipped to waist. His sharp fingers brush the horn, but he collapses to floor with a thud.
Braithe lets out a scream, hysterical. "What have you done? They'll put us on a rack, rip our limbs off and make us watch as they feed them to their hellhounds."
Well nothing to do but move up the schedule, Scottie was it? Please direct spider-bro to be our salvation.
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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 guard waves absently down the staircase as a hellhound comes bounding up the stairs: A large black dog with a fire-red underbelly. It stops on the steps, eyes the vacant guard before turning back.
"Come back 'ere, stupid dog." A deep voice commands, and the hellhound scurries back to its master.
you hear shuffling noises like people are moving not far from the bottom of the stone staircase beside the reanimated guard.
Isuzu turns to the men in the cell... "quick before they get too close to my reanimated guard... I need a male voice to call out loud enough for them to hear and say... shut up you crazy old man... I am not telling you again!" Isuzu will mentally command the reanimated guard to wave all clear at the approaching guards once they are in sight.
Haven steps towards the bars nodding to Isuzu. If he hears more guards he will call out as instructed.
After a few minutes the reanimated guard stumbles across the room to the open cell. He picks up the keys, but the spell is starting to wear off. He manages to get halfway back to the cell then drops to the floor with a loud crash, but nothing happens. The keys skid along the stone floor, stopping two feet before the cell door.
Haven is waiting by the door, but so far nothing or nobody has come by.
Meanwhile, Braithe nods in agreement to the gag. Vartok perches himself on Braithe's shoulder, the purple tarantula dangling its hind legs against to psyche Arvidsjaur out. "Stop it, Vartok. Go out there and get those keys for us."
Vatrok pays Braithe no mind and continues waving his legs at Arvidsjaur.
"Great" Scottie replies to Haven and Zenhymn. "I'm going to attempt to find a little animal to aid us in our endeavors. We should execute our plan tonight and escape out of the city. Until then I suggest that everyone rests and gather their strength for tonight."
Scottie will then go to the window and attempt to spot an animal that looks strong enough to get the keys but small enough to fit through the bars.
Perception check to find the animal: 1d20+3 = 17
Animal Handling to calm the animal and get them to come either inside the cell or by the bars: 1d20+5 = 22
Hearing Isuzu comment Scottie quietly and embarrassingly admits "I haven't mastered that particular skill yet."
"You know, it's rude to try and exclude people from a converstaion," says Braithe in perfect Elvish. "I can help you get out of here, but you need to take me with you. I will slow you down, and I have the occasional screaming outburst from time to time that could compromise everything, but Vartok is the only one that can help you with your plan and he doesn't trust just anybody."
Almost as if he were proving his feebleness, Braithe feel into a coughing fit that rattled lose his last tooth.
Once Braithe calms down from his coughing fit Scottie replies a little embarrassed. "Sorry I wasn't trying to exclude you or anyone else in this cell. I was attempting to exclude them." Scottie explains as he slyly nods at the tiefling guards. "Also the plan was to always bring you along. I have some questions about the King I wish to ask you once we are safe."
[Just to clarify, you are all in the same cell.]
"Okay," Braithe eyes Scottie, returning to the common tongue, "but if we go ahead, we do it with everyone. We don't exclude any of these poor souls. I wouldn't have any of them subjected to what I have. Agree to include them all and I'll summon Vartok. "
"Alright I agree" replies Scottie. "Summon your friend, Vartok and we can go ahead with the plan. I'll make sure everyone gets out of the city. Once we exit the city, I suggest heading to the forest. It'll be harder to follow us through the woods and I'll be able to help us survive why we are there."
Braithe chuckles to himself for a sufficiently awkward period of time.
"You fools," he titters. "Vartok has been here the whole time."
Just as everyone in the cramped cell is convinced the old man has completely lost his marbles, a set of eyes twinkle from the darkness. A tarantula skitters from between the cracks in the stone wall, covered in wiry, purple hairs that shimmer in the moonlight.
"He's a bit of a stubborn old fool. He doesn't always listen to me, but I'm sure a druid can bend a spider to its will."
"What are you doing in there?" the tiefling guard asked, leaning in, his twisted red horns poking through the bars.
If it will get us out of here I say we bring him along, we need all the information about what is going on here.
"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 tiefling guard sneezes against the cloud of poison and stumbles back and forth, reaching for the horn clipped to waist. His sharp fingers brush the horn, but he collapses to floor with a thud.
Braithe lets out a scream, hysterical. "What have you done? They'll put us on a rack, rip our limbs off and make us watch as they feed them to their hellhounds."
Well nothing to do but move up the schedule, Scottie was it? Please direct spider-bro to be our salvation.
"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."
After Isuzu casts the spell, the dead guard rises to his feet and stands at attention; much like did when he was alive.
you hear shuffling noises like people are moving not far from the bottom of the stone staircase beside the reanimated guard.
[Sorry Skyhighest, my bad.]
The guard waves absently down the staircase as a hellhound comes bounding up the stairs: A large black dog with a fire-red underbelly. It stops on the steps, eyes the vacant guard before turning back.
"Come back 'ere, stupid dog." A deep voice commands, and the hellhound scurries back to its master.
After a few minutes the reanimated guard stumbles across the room to the open cell. He picks up the keys, but the spell is starting to wear off. He manages to get halfway back to the cell then drops to the floor with a loud crash, but nothing happens. The keys skid along the stone floor, stopping two feet before the cell door.
Haven is waiting by the door, but so far nothing or nobody has come by.
Meanwhile, Braithe nods in agreement to the gag. Vartok perches himself on Braithe's shoulder, the purple tarantula dangling its hind legs against to psyche Arvidsjaur out. "Stop it, Vartok. Go out there and get those keys for us."
Vatrok pays Braithe no mind and continues waving his legs at Arvidsjaur.