"I don''t know about the rest of ye, but I am not letting any drow hold me!" says Eldeth Feldrun, the dwarf. She has taken one of the chain shirts, a shortsword, and a shield.
Varnos looks towards the chest for a moment, thinking deeply. Eventually he takes a deep breath, holding his hand out. As he does, a beam of energy goes flying out, as Eldritch Blast is releaaed, aimed at the chest.
The streaking blast of energy and Armalis's sword strike simultaneously, reducing the chest to kindling.
The chest contains a variety of silken garments and personal items. There is a silver chain headdress set with small onyx stones, worth 50 gp, and a drawstring bag containing two potion of healing. A small leather purse contains 24 gp, 30 sp, and a small moonstone worth 20 gp, while another purse is Ilvara's spare spell component pouch. Mixed in with it all is all of your equipment.
On top of the pile of items is a stunning longsword. Its hilt is made of a greenish metal, shaped to resemble vines and leaves, while the blade and pommel both are made of a beautiful purple gem with hints of pink and orange. The blade is inlaid with Sylvan runes.
Varnos smiled as he walked over towards the longsword, his hand wrapping around the grip. A sigh of relief escapes his lips. "Alright. Now, let's grab what we can, and get out of here." He grabs the two valuable items his eye caught earlier.
"Now then, are you going to tell me what's going on here or am I going to have to wait a bit longer?"
“The Kobolds are back there looking at Drow playing cards. If they’re playing cards, they e got money. We’re not a quick trip to the surface, this is the Underdark. We’ll need that money.”
Max lingers back by the armory door. (when you say ‘you get your stuff back’ does that mean we all got gear? What?)
“So... you from around here?” Moxo asks the mushroom with feet. “‘Cause I been thinking, we’ve lots in common. You were a prisoner, I was a prisoner. You’re a fungi...” “Don’t,” Fred says.
“For the love of...” Zenga says simultaneously...
“I’m a fun guy...” Moxo finishes, wraggling eyebrows he doesn’t have.
Fred begins pounding his head against a nearby wall, Zenga merely does the difficult “Double Facepalm” maneuver while letting out an epic sigh...
“Bow chicka wow wow...” Fred continues without restraint, doing a little dance and biting his lip.
“The Kobolds are back there looking at Drow playing cards. If they’re playing cards, they e got money. We’re not a quick trip to the surface, this is the Underdark. We’ll need that money.”
Max lingers back by the armory door. (when you say ‘you get your stuff back’ does that mean we all got gear? What?)
Xunhar's eyes quickly identify the component bag for what it is, even watching the scene behind the shoulders of the other two in the room. If none of them did, he promptly reaches down to get the bag, tying it to his clothes for future use, giving it a satisfied slap. He then looks back at Max and nods "Fair." he takes a quick look around the room to check his options.
((Is there any other exit in this room? The one with the chest.))
((Oh, hold on, "Mixed in with it all is all of your equipment." meant everyone? For some reason I thought it was just Varnos'))
"There we are!" Armalis smiles as the familiar heft and weight of his chainmail falls on his shoulders. He straps a large greatsword over his shoulder, and grips an enormous maul with hammered head. He gives it a few, careful swings, sighing in satisfaction. Resting the handle on his shoulder, he turns to Xunhar and Max. "We'll do whatever it takes to get out of here."
Xunhar lets the priestess down suspiciously as she awakens, making sure the blade of his sword is in her line of sight, hoping the silent message is clear enough. (in Elvish) "Ilvara, huh? That's who's pulling the strings here? Would love to meet her." sarcastically.
He looks at the others before stowing his blade for a moment, side-eyeing the priestess briefly so she doesn't try anything, "You two, help me carry all this trash. Certainly belongs to the others." and he starts carrying as much gear as possible, maybe even using whatever is left of the chest to help on the task, making his way back towards the armory in order to gear up his prison break companions.
Spreading all their gear over the floor, Xunhar stands back up and takes a few steps back, taking a moment to look his ragtag group of companions up and down, "We stand no chance against a contingent of drow soldiers, and we've lingered for long enough." he approaches the door to check on anyone incoming, "It's time to go, let's hope for a safe landing below." he lingers for a moment near the door and the rope bridge nearby, ready to jump if the others seem to be joining and everything seems clear outside.
“Who put him in charge?” Moxo asks, scrabbling through the gear to grab as much stuff as possible.
“Someone has to be in charge,” Fred says, doing much the same.
“Zenga is always in charge, Moxo replies, holding up some armor several significant sizes too be for him then tossing it aside. “They’re overgrown, they never listen to us,” Fred explains. “Not even Zenga.”
“But they listen to some drow? After being captured by drow?” Armor, weapons, almost everything that wasn’t his or theirs was being tossed wildly aside by Moxo. Except food.
“I’m sure he’s a good drow... Hey! You’re a good drow, yes? Not evil and secretive and all superior like?” Fred calls out. “What’s even your name? Why a drow kidnapped by drow! Explain this, mister high-ankles!”
Zenga nearly groaned and scampered after his spell components and such. “Though it’s not an unfair point... why should we trust a drow?”
You see guards beginning to come back. They see you and start rushing towards you. Below you are webs, below them, a pool of filthy water. You hear the card game stop.
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"Nope, nobody down there!" Moxo says, closing the trap door. "No Drow or anything, nopesiree! We should look elsewhere..."
"If there's nobody down there, we should check it out," Fred says, walking closer to the trapdoor.
"Was it storage? Perhaps out stuff?" Zenga asked, curiosity piqued.
"No Stuffs, just Drow!" Moxo says, trying to dissuade Zenga.
Fred smacks Moxo on the back of the head. "You said no Drow."
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"I lied!"
"You're a moron!" Fred says, smacking him on the back of the head again.
"Ow! Stop that!" Moxo complained.
"So there was Drow down there?" Zenga asks, his voice hushed, trying to encourage the other two do be as well.
"Two. Or three. More than one," Moxo confirmed.
"But you said..." Zenga started.
"They're armed. And armored. And big. And scary!! Let's go elsewhere..." Moxo whined.
"We're in their home, they're everywhere," Zenga points out.
"Which is why we need to be leaving..." Perhaps the smartest thing Moxo ever said.
Zenga sighed. He looked around to the rest of everyone... "Well? We leaving or waiting here to be captured?"
"I know of one way to open a lock," Armalis whispers, hefting his shortsword and slamming it into the chest.
Attack: 20
dmg: 5
"I don''t know about the rest of ye, but I am not letting any drow hold me!" says Eldeth Feldrun, the dwarf. She has taken one of the chain shirts, a shortsword, and a shield.
The chest splinters and cracks but does not break.
Varnos looks towards the chest for a moment, thinking deeply. Eventually he takes a deep breath, holding his hand out. As he does, a beam of energy goes flying out, as Eldritch Blast is releaaed, aimed at the chest.
Attack: 15 Damage: 6
Armalis strikes again!
Attack: 26 Damage: 11
The streaking blast of energy and Armalis's sword strike simultaneously, reducing the chest to kindling.
The chest contains a variety of silken garments and personal items. There is a silver chain headdress set with small onyx stones, worth 50 gp, and a drawstring bag containing two potion of healing. A small leather purse contains 24 gp, 30 sp, and a small moonstone worth 20 gp, while another purse is Ilvara's spare spell component pouch. Mixed in with it all is all of your equipment.
On top of the pile of items is a stunning longsword. Its hilt is made of a greenish metal, shaped to resemble vines and leaves, while the blade and pommel both are made of a beautiful purple gem with hints of pink and orange. The blade is inlaid with Sylvan runes.
Varnos smiled as he walked over towards the longsword, his hand wrapping around the grip. A sigh of relief escapes his lips. "Alright. Now, let's grab what we can, and get out of here." He grabs the two valuable items his eye caught earlier.
"Now then, are you going to tell me what's going on here or am I going to have to wait a bit longer?"
“The Kobolds are back there looking at Drow playing cards. If they’re playing cards, they e got money. We’re not a quick trip to the surface, this is the Underdark. We’ll need that money.”
Max lingers back by the armory door.
(when you say ‘you get your stuff back’ does that mean we all got gear? What?)
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“So... you from around here?” Moxo asks the mushroom with feet. “‘Cause I been thinking, we’ve lots in common. You were a prisoner, I was a prisoner. You’re a fungi...”
“Don’t,” Fred says.
“For the love of...” Zenga says simultaneously...
“I’m a fun guy...” Moxo finishes, wraggling eyebrows he doesn’t have.
Fred begins pounding his head against a nearby wall, Zenga merely does the difficult “Double Facepalm” maneuver while letting out an epic sigh...
“Bow chicka wow wow...” Fred continues without restraint, doing a little dance and biting his lip.
Your starting gear.
Xunhar's eyes quickly identify the component bag for what it is, even watching the scene behind the shoulders of the other two in the room. If none of them did, he promptly reaches down to get the bag, tying it to his clothes for future use, giving it a satisfied slap. He then looks back at Max and nods "Fair." he takes a quick look around the room to check his options.
((Is there any other exit in this room? The one with the chest.))
((Oh, hold on, "Mixed in with it all is all of your equipment." meant everyone? For some reason I thought it was just Varnos'))
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"There we are!" Armalis smiles as the familiar heft and weight of his chainmail falls on his shoulders. He straps a large greatsword over his shoulder, and grips an enormous maul with hammered head. He gives it a few, careful swings, sighing in satisfaction. Resting the handle on his shoulder, he turns to Xunhar and Max. "We'll do whatever it takes to get out of here."
(To answer your question, Xunhar, you can either go back the way you came or you can go down another floor.)
Varnos,
(OOC, what do you mean?)
The priestess starts to wake.
(Feel free to "interrupt" if you want to do something during this, and potentially change what happens)
She's going to pick up the most practical of the silken garments, go somewhere she's concealed, and change into it.
Elvish speakers:
"We ought to be on our way before Ilvara returns to her quarters."
Xunhar lets the priestess down suspiciously as she awakens, making sure the blade of his sword is in her line of sight, hoping the silent message is clear enough. (in Elvish) "Ilvara, huh? That's who's pulling the strings here? Would love to meet her." sarcastically.
He looks at the others before stowing his blade for a moment, side-eyeing the priestess briefly so she doesn't try anything, "You two, help me carry all this trash. Certainly belongs to the others." and he starts carrying as much gear as possible, maybe even using whatever is left of the chest to help on the task, making his way back towards the armory in order to gear up his prison break companions.
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So, what would you all like to do? You have your gear, and are in the armory. The bulk of the guards will be back in a couple of minutes at best.
Spreading all their gear over the floor, Xunhar stands back up and takes a few steps back, taking a moment to look his ragtag group of companions up and down, "We stand no chance against a contingent of drow soldiers, and we've lingered for long enough." he approaches the door to check on anyone incoming, "It's time to go, let's hope for a safe landing below." he lingers for a moment near the door and the rope bridge nearby, ready to jump if the others seem to be joining and everything seems clear outside.
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“Who put him in charge?” Moxo asks, scrabbling through the gear to grab as much stuff as possible.
“Someone has to be in charge,” Fred says, doing much the same.
“Zenga is always in charge, Moxo replies, holding up some armor several significant sizes too be for him then tossing it aside.
“They’re overgrown, they never listen to us,” Fred explains. “Not even Zenga.”
“But they listen to some drow? After being captured by drow?” Armor, weapons, almost everything that wasn’t his or theirs was being tossed wildly aside by Moxo. Except food.
“I’m sure he’s a good drow... Hey! You’re a good drow, yes? Not evil and secretive and all superior like?” Fred calls out. “What’s even your name? Why a drow kidnapped by drow! Explain this, mister high-ankles!”
Zenga nearly groaned and scampered after his spell components and such. “Though it’s not an unfair point... why should we trust a drow?”
You see guards beginning to come back. They see you and start rushing towards you. Below you are webs, below them, a pool of filthy water. You hear the card game stop.