"I believe so. I know i feel something, even in the metal parts, when harmed. I could not tell you if it is the same feeling as your pain, but i can tell you it is not pleasant." "I am a rogue, and even though I called myself an assassin, and got myself in here during an assassination mission, I was build with the purpose of scouting and espionage. it seems we will not be lacking in the agility department."
Proto turns towards to the dark skinned man(Wakka), and calls out to him: "Wakka, come here will you. You've been in here longer than me so I bet you're sick of this place. Your fighting skills might come in handy for us. Want to brainstorm a way out of here?"
Wakka sat with his eyes closed in the corner trying to ignore the ache from the bruises he received from his beating prior to being incarcerated. Damn I was so close he thought before another head-splitting migraine consumed him again. That was a bad one he thought to himself as he came to, noticing that the others had started a "friendly" chat among themselves. Why even bother? I dont think they understand the gravity of their situation. They'll most likely be dead, or scrap for the warforged, by morning. As for me... he began before memories of past "Welcome home gifts" from his master flooded his mind again causing him to visibly shudder. Feeling another migraine coming he vaguely heard the Warforged call for him and opening one pale grey eye said "I've tried to escape from this place for years and have failed each time and been returned to my master. I doubt a 10 minute brainstorm will make much difference today" before closing his eyes and preparing himself for the next wave pain to wash over him.
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"Unless you have a cure for debilitating migraines I'm fine thank you. I can move well enough with these bruises; besides I've received worse before and survived..." Wakka replies without opening his eyes and greatly rubbing one of his temples.
"Perhaps... but a larger group might also mean more likely to be caught too..." His interest piqued though at the possibility of actually having help, even if it was this odd lot, Wakka opened his eyes and contines "...but if you lot are fine with the possibility of your deaths trying to escape I'll listen..."
Walla blatantly ignored the question about his master. He had no interest discussing "It"
"Denizens of the underdark tend to have psionic powers... If I've sank its tentacles into our cell mate here, then it may be listening to our conversation." (I'm basing this knowledge on being a deep Gnome.)
“Wish we had a cleric with us, or a healer of sorts, every thing is sore”
”quick question, do war forged feel pain?”
"I have a desire for escape, just not for idle prattle."
“Maybe if you told us what your skills are, are you a caster of sorts?”
"Pff, caster, I am a classically trained practitioner of the arcane arts, but that does me little good without my implements."
“Oh, ok, well, that helps, kinda”
”I’m a monk, so I can be quick and agile if we need to be”
"I believe so. I know i feel something, even in the metal parts, when harmed. I could not tell you if it is the same feeling as your pain, but i can tell you it is not pleasant."
"I am a rogue, and even though I called myself an assassin, and got myself in here during an assassination mission, I was build with the purpose of scouting and espionage. it seems we will not be lacking in the agility department."
Proto turns towards to the dark skinned man(Wakka), and calls out to him:
"Wakka, come here will you. You've been in here longer than me so I bet you're sick of this place. Your fighting skills might come in handy for us. Want to brainstorm a way out of here?"
“I think he’s sleeping, we all should, I probably won’t be able to though, I think the shoulder is more that dislocated now”
whisk looks at the shoulder
”I think something is broken”
Wakka sat with his eyes closed in the corner trying to ignore the ache from the bruises he received from his beating prior to being incarcerated. Damn I was so close he thought before another head-splitting migraine consumed him again. That was a bad one he thought to himself as he came to, noticing that the others had started a "friendly" chat among themselves. Why even bother? I dont think they understand the gravity of their situation. They'll most likely be dead, or scrap for the warforged, by morning. As for me... he began before memories of past "Welcome home gifts" from his master flooded his mind again causing him to visibly shudder. Feeling another migraine coming he vaguely heard the Warforged call for him and opening one pale grey eye said "I've tried to escape from this place for years and have failed each time and been returned to my master. I doubt a 10 minute brainstorm will make much difference today" before closing his eyes and preparing himself for the next wave pain to wash over him.
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Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
“You look bruised, I might not be able to care for my shoulder but I can help you”
medicine: 14
"Unless you have a cure for debilitating migraines I'm fine thank you. I can move well enough with these bruises; besides I've received worse before and survived..." Wakka replies without opening his eyes and greatly rubbing one of his temples.
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
“You said you were close to getting out, you were alone, now with us the chance is higher, also, what do you mean master”
This one likes to talk
"Perhaps... but a larger group might also mean more likely to be caught too..." His interest piqued though at the possibility of actually having help, even if it was this odd lot, Wakka opened his eyes and contines "...but if you lot are fine with the possibility of your deaths trying to escape I'll listen..."
Walla blatantly ignored the question about his master. He had no interest discussing "It"
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
“Well, we are in a cage, we can slip through, but they will see that, I could through a rock without them looking, as a distraction”
whisk grabs his shoulder
” ow... I’m going to need this fixed soon, do you know anything that might help?”
Whisk starts to hum a song called, well know one knows, yet it has a comforting tone despite being a tad eerie
Also DM are there any guards?
The Gnome woman eyes Wakka suspiciously. "Your headaches... Did they start after you got here?"
“Why do you need to know friend?”
"Denizens of the underdark tend to have psionic powers... If I've sank its tentacles into our cell mate here, then it may be listening to our conversation." (I'm basing this knowledge on being a deep Gnome.)
Makes sense, do u by any chance have mage hand? I have an idea
"I do not"