Chesterfield laughs a bit, "Well, if "The One" knows and sees all, then he must be pretty desperate to have chosen you to be his goons. An omnipotent being must have better resources available."
You slide the dagger smoothly between your wrists, and slice the ropes, freeing your hands. Startled, the dagger clatters to the floor of the wagon and you hear the captor behind you grumble and move in your direction.
Hammond: He rolls 13.
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"hive you say? Well my feather are all ruffled with excitement then gentlemen! How abouts we untie me so i could play us a little song on our way there?" Persuasion roll 5
Kina grunts. Either he doesn't know, or his instructions won't let him say. Still, he's remaining calm, he hasn't outright attacked.
"But where is the One? What does the One want with me? Maybe you can show me?" she asks in a demure voice. She's REALLY hoping that the control he seems to be under can be messed with as long as she doesn't show herself as a threat.
She doesn't even know if the others might be catching up, and the wound on her flank is aching. She can't take another hit like that. She has to do something drastic and ridiculous to see if she can get anything more out of him.
She approaches and puts her arms around the man and hugs him to her breast, flushing with embarrassment. What in the world is she DOING? But, it's the only thing she can think of that might work. She's not squeezing, she's just holding him there.
"You can tell me. I won't hurt you." she says, trying to not take DAMAGE from embarrassment. If her master could see her now...
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DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
Chesterfield laughs again, "I can see that your omnipotent being chose only the most intelligent of muck slingers to do their bidding. All of a sudden, I'm not feeling too nervous. "The One" must be a reference to the amount of cells they have in their brain."
He comes over, placing a hand on your shoulder and leans over you, investigating the noise. "Huh? What happened to the ropes?"
Bartholomew:
He chuckles softly, and props his feet up on top of you.
Kina:
Roll an attack to grab him, your movement caused him to dodge. Also, roll an Insight check.
Chesterfield:
"Laugh it up, but Lincoln will be glad to see you again." Lincoln, Lincoln, why does that name ring a bell? Wasn't that the name of the footpad you met when you first arrived in Klaytowne? You haven't seen him in at least a couple of months.
Chesterfield thinks to himself for a moment and decides to just stay quiet for until the cart gets to wherever it is going. Does he feel like he has his gear?
You successfully snag your target and immobilize him against you. He feebly struggles against your grip, but his struggles rapidly decrease to nothing. Something about him is itching at the corner of your brain ... it seems that he is not so much being controlled than responding to being conditioned with his answers.
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Definitely not the sounds of the city, nor the smells. Based on the roughness of the road, likely well outside of Klaytowne, perhaps nearing Carlisle, as by the shadows of the sun's movement you are generally heading west.
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Kina slowly begins to feel a deep sympathy for the man. He's not in control. Someone, or something, made him like this. She strokes the back of his head, keeping him cradled against her chest.
"That's it. Relax. You're all right." she coos softly, her embarrassment slowly giving way to genuine concern.
"What's your name? Can you tell me?" she asks.
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DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
Chesterfield laughs a bit, "Well, if "The One" knows and sees all, then he must be pretty desperate to have chosen you to be his goons. An omnipotent being must have better resources available."
Wilhorn:
You slide the dagger smoothly between your wrists, and slice the ropes, freeing your hands. Startled, the dagger clatters to the floor of the wagon and you hear the captor behind you grumble and move in your direction.
Hammond: He rolls 13.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Hammond: He winces, and swings. Attack: 16 Damage: 5
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Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Chesterfield:
He grunts in reply.
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Wil freezes and keeps his hands together to give the impression of still being bound.
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
Wilhorn: make a deception roll
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Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Deception: 9
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
"hive you say? Well my feather are all ruffled with excitement then gentlemen! How abouts we untie me so i could play us a little song on our way there?" Persuasion roll 5
rolling nat ones is my specialty *sobs*
Bartholomew Gale- LVL 3 Bard (Northlands Campaign)
DM- Disney Campaign
Kina grunts. Either he doesn't know, or his instructions won't let him say. Still, he's remaining calm, he hasn't outright attacked.
"But where is the One? What does the One want with me? Maybe you can show me?" she asks in a demure voice. She's REALLY hoping that the control he seems to be under can be messed with as long as she doesn't show herself as a threat.
She doesn't even know if the others might be catching up, and the wound on her flank is aching. She can't take another hit like that. She has to do something drastic and ridiculous to see if she can get anything more out of him.
She approaches and puts her arms around the man and hugs him to her breast, flushing with embarrassment. What in the world is she DOING? But, it's the only thing she can think of that might work. She's not squeezing, she's just holding him there.
"You can tell me. I won't hurt you." she says, trying to not take DAMAGE from embarrassment. If her master could see her now...
DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
Chesterfield laughs again, "I can see that your omnipotent being chose only the most intelligent of muck slingers to do their bidding. All of a sudden, I'm not feeling too nervous. "The One" must be a reference to the amount of cells they have in their brain."
Wilhorn:
He comes over, placing a hand on your shoulder and leans over you, investigating the noise. "Huh? What happened to the ropes?"
Bartholomew:
He chuckles softly, and props his feet up on top of you.
Kina:
Roll an attack to grab him, your movement caused him to dodge. Also, roll an Insight check.
Chesterfield:
"Laugh it up, but Lincoln will be glad to see you again." Lincoln, Lincoln, why does that name ring a bell? Wasn't that the name of the footpad you met when you first arrived in Klaytowne? You haven't seen him in at least a couple of months.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
grapple attempt 18
(Let's see if I did this right.)
DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
Chesterfield thinks to himself for a moment and decides to just stay quiet for until the cart gets to wherever it is going. Does he feel like he has his gear?
Chesterfield:
Your eyes have adjusted somewhat to the veil of the hood, and you believe you see a bundle that very much resembles your other gear.
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Insight check: 4
DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
*sighs* "are we there yet at least?" Bartholomew tries to close his eyes and try to perceive where he is at. Perception check 13
Bartholomew Gale- LVL 3 Bard (Northlands Campaign)
DM- Disney Campaign
Kina:
You successfully snag your target and immobilize him against you. He feebly struggles against your grip, but his struggles rapidly decrease to nothing. Something about him is itching at the corner of your brain ... it seems that he is not so much being controlled than responding to being conditioned with his answers.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Bartholomew:
Definitely not the sounds of the city, nor the smells. Based on the roughness of the road, likely well outside of Klaytowne, perhaps nearing Carlisle, as by the shadows of the sun's movement you are generally heading west.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Kina slowly begins to feel a deep sympathy for the man. He's not in control. Someone, or something, made him like this. She strokes the back of his head, keeping him cradled against her chest.
"That's it. Relax. You're all right." she coos softly, her embarrassment slowly giving way to genuine concern.
"What's your name? Can you tell me?" she asks.
DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
Kina:
He doesn't respond, his body feels like dead weight in your arms. Roll perception
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Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.