Caelynn accepts the bowl with a small, forced smile. Her nose wrinkles in disgust after the first bite, but she continues to eat. She notices the look Sarith is giving her, and while she would normally say something or at least glare back, at this point she's too exhausted to care.
Zack takes the bowl and looks around. He sees the others eating and then proceeds to eat some as well. "Sorry Eldeth. I guess I'm letting this place get to me a little." He says in perfect common between eager chews. His accent having a twinge of Dwarvish. Something he could never give up from time around his grandfather. "They brought a new one of us in. They hurt her bad. Maybe you should a look over." Zack offers, looking up from his bowl at her for a second and then back to his task.
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"Well, whatever. Anyways, I guess your right. See you later grump," she says with a hint of playful teasing. She gets up, walks over to Caelynn and starts checking your wounds if you allow her. She rips a part of her sleeve off and rips it into her bowl to soak up some liquid and starts to clean off the blood with a careful hand. "I don't have the best materials, but they'll have to work. I'm Eldeth, by the way. What's your name?"
Much to everyone's surprise, you all can see Stool walk nervously and shyly from over to Caelynn and Eldeth. Even while sitting, Caelynn is still taller than Stool by about a foot. He stands still for a second before a small hole opens up on his front and a cloud of orange, dusty gass expels out of the hole. Eldeth, watching his approach with suspicion out of the corner of her eye, dives out of the way with a small yelp of alarm. The cloud engulfs Caelynn and a moment off panic washes over as you inhale it. It smells musty, but it doesn't seem to harm you. Suddenly in your mind, you hear a small voice that you instinctually realize as Stool's. "Are you okay?" the voice in your mind asks timidly.
Eldeth, after recovering, shouts, " What are you think you're doing!? " She seems ready to fight.
"Caelynn," she answers just before she's engulfed in the strange orange substance. Recovering quickly from the surprise, she holds up a placating hand towards Eldeth. "It's okay." She turns back in Stool's direction. "I'm fine," she tells him, not sure if she fully believes herself.
"What did it do to you?" Eldeth questions as she looks nervously to Stool. Caelynn feels a little bit touched by the concern in her voice even though she has just met you.
Stool says in your mind. "Sorry if I mighted have scareds you. You looked like you needs a friend." He sounds very young. He starts backing away looking slightly ashamed. "Coulda you tell them what I can do please? They look too scary fors me to talk to. I just want to talks to them."
Jimjar was watching the whole ordeal while he was finishing up his exercise. The when he finishes, he walks over to Topsy and sits down next to her. He gently begins feeding her and talking softly in their native tongue.
Eldeth, still eyeing Stool, finishes up cleaning Caelynn before she moves off and sits down with her back against a wall without another word.
Sarith stops glaring at Caelynn and instead rests his head against the wall with his face upturned, eyes closed, and looking defeated.
"I can hear him speaking in my mind. He isn't hurting me. He's scared," Caelynn tells Eldeth. She then looks back down towards Stool, adopting a kind smile and soft tone. "It's okay, it wasn't your fault. I appreciate it. I'm Caelynn. What's your name?" Whatever this creature was, he seemed to be only a child, and had no business being in a place like this.
Aimon, normally so sure of himself is struggling in this place. But, mustn’t let anyone realize that. He suspects their captors would love to see one of them breakdown.
He notices the dwarf talking to the half-drow, Zach. Curious. That’s an unlikely pairing. He may have been too quick to judge. His mother would not have been pleased with him. You can always find common ground with anyone, she would say just before going into a negotiation. Wonder what she would about finding common ground with his captors. That makes him laugh.
He walks over to Jimjar and Topsy.
”How is she doing?”
He sits down and leans his head in.
”We need to get out of here,” he whispers. “What’s the work detail that takes us the farthest from the cells? And how do you think we can get assigned to it?”
"She still seems dead to the world. Turvy's death really messed her up," says a slightly worried Jimjar. At the mention of Turvy, a single tear runs down one side of her otherwise unchanging face. "I haven't worked it yet, but cleaning the large outcropping on the other side puts us close to an escape since there is the lift there. The only problem is that someone has to work the lift. I'd bet you my left foot that none of these cursed drow would help us." He stops and thinks for a moment. "I've noticed that they don't us work with the same people twice in a row. They seem to randomly pick what we'll be doing.
Aimon, make a Persuasion check with advantage.
The mushroom-like creature says in Caelynn's mind even though he is now on the other side of the room, "My colony is callin me Stool."
Alkanos woke to the noises of the guard. The Aasimar had lost every sense of time down here and couldn't tell if it would be day or night back on the surface. A newcomer lay on the cold damp floor of the cell and even though he felt compelled to offer her help, he didn't. He just sat there keeping to himself just like the days before. 'Is this how it feels to be broken? Am I broken?', he thought to himself, while watching the scene unfold. He couldn't remember how he ended up in this cell, only the fight that lead to his capture and the death of everybody else under his command. It was his fault, he knew. His arrogance had blinded him to the dangers of this place and others, friends along with people he barely knew, had to pay the ultimate price for it. He tried to imagine all the lives impacted by his rash decisions, wifes and husbands now widows because of him. Children who never again would see their father or their mother. Alkanos couldn't bear it. He needed to distract himself or go mad by the ghosts who haunted him. He needed to keep going.
The once noble paladin pushed himself off the ground, not longer bothered to brush the filth of the rags they had given him. Against his instincts that relentlessly called for him to sit back down, he walked over to the new arrival whose name apparently was Caelynn. "Are you in need of healing? Are you hurt?", he asked, his voice colder than he had intended.
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Trill has made a few wagers with Jimjar, if he initiates them, but the lack of anything good to wager with has kind of put a damper on things. She's mostly kept to herself, watching and listening. Being captured was bad enough... being captured underground, without the sky... she shivers.
d20 + d10 = 19
When the new elf and food arrive, Trill waits out the initial rush before moving over to grab one, her pace a hopping skip. Slop in a bowl isn't the easiest to eat with a beak, so she retreats into a corner as best she can before dipping her beak in and tossing her head back until it's finished.
There seems to be something going on between the odd little guy and the new arrival. Trill hops over to the elf cocking her head and looking at her.
"What's your name?" , she asks in Caelynn's own voice, before pausing and pointing at Caelynn. "Caelynn."
"What's your name?" , she repeats, this time pointing at her own feathered self and vocalizing a series of trilling notes from what sounds like a flute, followed by the name "Trill" in yet another voice.
The orange cloud of spores that Stool sprayed on you seems to have forged some sort of telepathic bond with you. You aren't sure how it works or how long it will last.
@Alkanos
You have been here for four days. Yesterday while you were cleaning some of the guard barracks, you managed to find a 5 foot strand of silken rope. You managed to smuggle it out without any guards noticing.
@Aimon
While Jimjar seems to not really care about anything, your words and actions over the last few days seems to have made him come to consider you an ally.
@Trill
You have been here for six days. You managed to find a single gold coin on your first day of imprisonment and have kept it hidden since.
Caelynn looks up to the figure towering over her, pushing a strand of blood-soaked hair out of her face. "I'll be okay. But thank you." She's briefly startled by the kenku speaking to her in her own voice, but shakes it off quickly. "Nice to meet you, Trill." Her smile doesn't reach her eyes. Noticing that Stool has edged away from her significantly, she decides to try something. "Stool? Do I need to speak out loud, or can you hear me now as well?" She thinks.
For a second Alkanos just stood there absent minded. The kenku interrupted the sudden blankness that took hold of his thoughts. It was the first time he had met such a creature. After a few awkward moments he replied, "Good. I am sorry that you ended up here. My name is Alkanos."He suddenly realised that he hadn't introduced himself to anyone here since his arrival. The Aasimar turned to the Kenku and gave her a nod, truly noticing her for the first time.
Aimon ponders what Jimjar has said. Four might have an opportunity to escape, but what would that mean for the ones left behind? Severe punishment would be his guess.
He whispers to Jimjar "We need to get Topsy out of here. I think she may have already given up." He looks at the others in the room. They all needed to get out of here. "If we can get everyone thinking about escaping at the same time maybe that would be enough chaos out there to give everyone a chance."
He stands up. "I'm going to talk to some of the others."
Aimon tries to put as much of the confident swagger he used to have in his step as he approaches the Aasimar, Alkanos. He greets him and tells him what Jimjar shared about the work details, that they're groups of four, randomly picked, and the winch/elevator might be the best way out.
Since his capture Alkanos didn't think about much else than the guilt he beared those soldiers he had led to an early grave. He certainly didn't think about fleeing. It seemed hopeless and there wasn't much fight left in him. "Even if what you say is true, I can't see how this would help any of us.", he replied to the half-elf. "We don't have weapons and nothing will stop them from pursuing and catching us, even in the unlikely event that someone could make it out of here."
Caelynn accepts the bowl with a small, forced smile. Her nose wrinkles in disgust after the first bite, but she continues to eat. She notices the look Sarith is giving her, and while she would normally say something or at least glare back, at this point she's too exhausted to care.
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Zack takes the bowl and looks around. He sees the others eating and then proceeds to eat some as well. "Sorry Eldeth. I guess I'm letting this place get to me a little." He says in perfect common between eager chews. His accent having a twinge of Dwarvish. Something he could never give up from time around his grandfather. "They brought a new one of us in. They hurt her bad. Maybe you should a look over." Zack offers, looking up from his bowl at her for a second and then back to his task.
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"Well, whatever. Anyways, I guess your right. See you later grump," she says with a hint of playful teasing. She gets up, walks over to Caelynn and starts checking your wounds if you allow her. She rips a part of her sleeve off and rips it into her bowl to soak up some liquid and starts to clean off the blood with a careful hand. "I don't have the best materials, but they'll have to work. I'm Eldeth, by the way. What's your name?"
Much to everyone's surprise, you all can see Stool walk nervously and shyly from over to Caelynn and Eldeth. Even while sitting, Caelynn is still taller than Stool by about a foot. He stands still for a second before a small hole opens up on his front and a cloud of orange, dusty gass expels out of the hole. Eldeth, watching his approach with suspicion out of the corner of her eye, dives out of the way with a small yelp of alarm. The cloud engulfs Caelynn and a moment off panic washes over as you inhale it. It smells musty, but it doesn't seem to harm you. Suddenly in your mind, you hear a small voice that you instinctually realize as Stool's. "Are you okay?" the voice in your mind asks timidly.
Eldeth, after recovering, shouts, " What are you think you're doing!? " She seems ready to fight.
"Caelynn," she answers just before she's engulfed in the strange orange substance. Recovering quickly from the surprise, she holds up a placating hand towards Eldeth. "It's okay." She turns back in Stool's direction. "I'm fine," she tells him, not sure if she fully believes herself.
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"What did it do to you?" Eldeth questions as she looks nervously to Stool. Caelynn feels a little bit touched by the concern in her voice even though she has just met you.
Stool says in your mind. "Sorry if I mighted have scareds you. You looked like you needs a friend." He sounds very young. He starts backing away looking slightly ashamed. "Coulda you tell them what I can do please? They look too scary fors me to talk to. I just want to talks to them."
Jimjar was watching the whole ordeal while he was finishing up his exercise. The when he finishes, he walks over to Topsy and sits down next to her. He gently begins feeding her and talking softly in their native tongue.
Eldeth, still eyeing Stool, finishes up cleaning Caelynn before she moves off and sits down with her back against a wall without another word.
Sarith stops glaring at Caelynn and instead rests his head against the wall with his face upturned, eyes closed, and looking defeated.
"I can hear him speaking in my mind. He isn't hurting me. He's scared," Caelynn tells Eldeth. She then looks back down towards Stool, adopting a kind smile and soft tone. "It's okay, it wasn't your fault. I appreciate it. I'm Caelynn. What's your name?" Whatever this creature was, he seemed to be only a child, and had no business being in a place like this.
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Aimon, normally so sure of himself is struggling in this place. But, mustn’t let anyone realize that. He suspects their captors would love to see one of them breakdown.
He notices the dwarf talking to the half-drow, Zach. Curious. That’s an unlikely pairing. He may have been too quick to judge. His mother would not have been pleased with him. You can always find common ground with anyone, she would say just before going into a negotiation. Wonder what she would about finding common ground with his captors. That makes him laugh.
He walks over to Jimjar and Topsy.
”How is she doing?”
He sits down and leans his head in.
”We need to get out of here,” he whispers. “What’s the work detail that takes us the farthest from the cells? And how do you think we can get assigned to it?”
"She still seems dead to the world. Turvy's death really messed her up," says a slightly worried Jimjar. At the mention of Turvy, a single tear runs down one side of her otherwise unchanging face. "I haven't worked it yet, but cleaning the large outcropping on the other side puts us close to an escape since there is the lift there. The only problem is that someone has to work the lift. I'd bet you my left foot that none of these cursed drow would help us." He stops and thinks for a moment. "I've noticed that they don't us work with the same people twice in a row. They seem to randomly pick what we'll be doing.
Aimon, make a Persuasion check with advantage.
The mushroom-like creature says in Caelynn's mind even though he is now on the other side of the room, "My colony is callin me Stool."
Caelynn, make a Nature check.
Nature: 4
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Alkanos woke to the noises of the guard. The Aasimar had lost every sense of time down here and couldn't tell if it would be day or night back on the surface. A newcomer lay on the cold damp floor of the cell and even though he felt compelled to offer her help, he didn't. He just sat there keeping to himself just like the days before. 'Is this how it feels to be broken? Am I broken?', he thought to himself, while watching the scene unfold. He couldn't remember how he ended up in this cell, only the fight that lead to his capture and the death of everybody else under his command. It was his fault, he knew. His arrogance had blinded him to the dangers of this place and others, friends along with people he barely knew, had to pay the ultimate price for it. He tried to imagine all the lives impacted by his rash decisions, wifes and husbands now widows because of him. Children who never again would see their father or their mother. Alkanos couldn't bear it. He needed to distract himself or go mad by the ghosts who haunted him. He needed to keep going.
The once noble paladin pushed himself off the ground, not longer bothered to brush the filth of the rags they had given him. Against his instincts that relentlessly called for him to sit back down, he walked over to the new arrival whose name apparently was Caelynn. "Are you in need of healing? Are you hurt?", he asked, his voice colder than he had intended.
(15 + 4)
Persuasion: 10
Trill has made a few wagers with Jimjar, if he initiates them, but the lack of anything good to wager with has kind of put a damper on things. She's mostly kept to herself, watching and listening. Being captured was bad enough... being captured underground, without the sky... she shivers.
d20 + d10 = 19
When the new elf and food arrive, Trill waits out the initial rush before moving over to grab one, her pace a hopping skip. Slop in a bowl isn't the easiest to eat with a beak, so she retreats into a corner as best she can before dipping her beak in and tossing her head back until it's finished.
There seems to be something going on between the odd little guy and the new arrival. Trill hops over to the elf cocking her head and looking at her.
"What's your name?" , she asks in Caelynn's own voice, before pausing and pointing at Caelynn. "Caelynn."
"What's your name?" , she repeats, this time pointing at her own feathered self and vocalizing a series of trilling notes from what sounds like a flute, followed by the name "Trill" in yet another voice.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
@Caellyn
The orange cloud of spores that Stool sprayed on you seems to have forged some sort of telepathic bond with you. You aren't sure how it works or how long it will last.
@Alkanos
You have been here for four days. Yesterday while you were cleaning some of the guard barracks, you managed to find a 5 foot strand of silken rope. You managed to smuggle it out without any guards noticing.
@Aimon
While Jimjar seems to not really care about anything, your words and actions over the last few days seems to have made him come to consider you an ally.
@Trill
You have been here for six days. You managed to find a single gold coin on your first day of imprisonment and have kept it hidden since.
Caelynn looks up to the figure towering over her, pushing a strand of blood-soaked hair out of her face. "I'll be okay. But thank you." She's briefly startled by the kenku speaking to her in her own voice, but shakes it off quickly. "Nice to meet you, Trill." Her smile doesn't reach her eyes. Noticing that Stool has edged away from her significantly, she decides to try something. "Stool? Do I need to speak out loud, or can you hear me now as well?" She thinks.
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"Nice to met you, Caelynn.", Trill says in Caelynn's voice before bobbing her head and hopping away.
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Active Characters:
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"I can hear your thinking," Stool says in your mind. " I can hear your for about for one hours. But I need to stays near yous. "
For a second Alkanos just stood there absent minded. The kenku interrupted the sudden blankness that took hold of his thoughts. It was the first time he had met such a creature. After a few awkward moments he replied, "Good. I am sorry that you ended up here. My name is Alkanos." He suddenly realised that he hadn't introduced himself to anyone here since his arrival. The Aasimar turned to the Kenku and gave her a nod, truly noticing her for the first time.
Aimon ponders what Jimjar has said. Four might have an opportunity to escape, but what would that mean for the ones left behind? Severe punishment would be his guess.
He whispers to Jimjar "We need to get Topsy out of here. I think she may have already given up." He looks at the others in the room. They all needed to get out of here. "If we can get everyone thinking about escaping at the same time maybe that would be enough chaos out there to give everyone a chance."
He stands up. "I'm going to talk to some of the others."
Aimon tries to put as much of the confident swagger he used to have in his step as he approaches the Aasimar, Alkanos. He greets him and tells him what Jimjar shared about the work details, that they're groups of four, randomly picked, and the winch/elevator might be the best way out.
"Will you help?"
Since his capture Alkanos didn't think about much else than the guilt he beared those soldiers he had led to an early grave. He certainly didn't think about fleeing. It seemed hopeless and there wasn't much fight left in him. "Even if what you say is true, I can't see how this would help any of us.", he replied to the half-elf. "We don't have weapons and nothing will stop them from pursuing and catching us, even in the unlikely event that someone could make it out of here."