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Captured by the drow! You wouldn't wish this fate upon anyone, yet here you are-locked in a dark cave, the cold, heavy weight of metal tight around your throat and wrists. You are not alone. Other prisoners are trapped in here with you, in an underground outpost far from the light of the sun.
Your captors include a cruel drow priestess who calls herself Mistress Ilvara of House Mizzrym. Over the past several days, you've met her several times, robed in silken garments and flanked by two male drow, one of whom has a mass of scars along one side of his face and neck.
Mistress Ilvara likes to impress her will with scourge in hand and remind you that your life now belongs to her. "Accept your fate, learn to obey, and you may survive." Her words echo in your memory, even as you plot your escape.
Andarel has been here 9 day.
She has a living tarantula.
Fuse has been here 6 day.
Haivern has been here 5 day.
He has a gold coin.
Luriel has been here 5 days.
She has a iron bar that could be used as a club
Shio has been here 2 days.
He has a hand crossbow bolt, coated with drow poison.
You share the cell with a derro who is much saner than most of his kind, a quaggoth who actually seems quite civilized, a female dwarf, one adult deep gnome and 2 twin deep gnome children, an orc, a drow, a koa-toa who actually is probably one of the sanest among you, and a mushroom, about 1 foot diameter, with legs.
Luriel lies on the ground, depressed, staring up at the rocky ceiling of their cave prison. She'd lost her sister. Lost her family sword. Lost hope. Since she was captured by the drow, Luriel has sunk into a state of misery. Luriel doesn't think she'll ever be able to escape, find her sister, who's probably lost somewhere down here, if she's not captured already as well, take back her sword, and find her family again. It's hopeless, Luriel thinks.I'm doomed to spend the rest of my life here. Normally, she's always near the water, near the river Rauvin that flows close to her hometown. That's also been hard for her. Not being able to be near it.
Zelkaen sighed as he scooted his way over to a wall and rested his back against it. He hadn't been expecting an ambush and he only hoped that the injured boy he was helping and his mother had at least managed to escape. He wasn't too worried about himself, he had escaped the drow before and he could do it again. Looking around at the others in the cell however, he is beginning to have some doubts. Last time he was had at least had some backup, and he was going to need some support if he had any hope of making out. One of the three male humans was the only one that had been here before him and the blue skinned humanoid had been captured around the same time. Standing up and stretching, he moves closer to the man (Shio) that had already been here when he was captured and introduces himself, "The name's Zelkaen. What about you?" Zelk glances nervously over his shoulder as he talks, trying not to attract the attention of the guard.
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Andarel looks around the cell. So many 'what if' thoughts running through her mind. How wrong was she... how stupid had she been to leave the city! She wanted to feel a thrill, to relive that rush of excitement, and now she'd gone and gotten herself captured. No-one knew where she was, her hope of ever seeing her friends or family again was a light so completely extinguished.
A tickle on her neck sent shivers running straight down her spine and she jumped up... That stupid bloody spider again! Andarel couldn't fathom a reason, but for some reason the spider had been following her since she'd set foot in the cell. She knew a little of the drow from books at the college, and more hearsay from the minstrel's tales, and knew they revered spiders as an image of their god, but that this one had taken a liking to her she hoped was a god sign. "If you're gonna hang around with me, I need something to call you..."
Oh god... I'm talking to a spider. I must be losing her mind!
Amidst her self-pity, she looked from the spider to the others that shared the cell with her. Two others had been brought in with her, but everyone else had already been here. Trying to calm herself Andarel looked around the cell, she saw a dwarf and human talking, and a pair of what looked like children huddled up. The two humans that had come in around the same time as Andarel didn't look like they wanted to talk yet.
Andarel's curiosity got the better of her though, the weird mushroom thing was like nothing she'd ever heard of. She made her way over towards it, checking and seeing the spider starting to follow her. Waving her hand as she approached slowly and tentatively, she ventured a nervous "Hello?..." at the walking fungus.
The mushroom puffs out a cloud of spores. "Hi!" A voice sounds in everyone's minds. "I'm Stool! Who are you? Do you know how to get out of here and to my grove? I'm scared."
Standing against the wall is a tall human male, his arms lazily crossed over his chest, keeping the crossbow bolt hidden under his clothes, his face slightly tilted sideways as he watches the newly captured, his shoulders braced upright in spite of his predicament. His long black hair is scraggily tied back behind his head, a few wisps of fringes hanging messily in front of him, his unkempt hair tangled with dirt and dust, and his face pale and bloodless. A smile quirks his thin, dry lips at the sight of the nervous dwarf in front of him, turning his gaze to the former's face. "Shio." He answers.
"Don't worry, I've figured we're all subjected to the same fate whether we behave or not." When his face is fully turned, you can see his straight nose bridge casting a sombre shadow across his face, the eye obscured by the mask far more dull than the other, its whites a charred yellow. "So, what got you in here?" He asks Zelkaen.
Zelkaen nods, although most of what the human said isn't new to him. He lets a grim smile slip out in response to the Shio's question, "This time?" he starts, "Nothing. I was just minding my own business, but I've been here before and I guess escaping from them is enough reason for them to bring you back." He lets out a groan as he backs up against the wall glancing around at the others and is about to ask the same question to Shio, when he hears the voice of the mushroom in his mind. Whirling around to the mushroom and glancing around at the others, he gets a pretty clear read that this mushroom isn't just talking to him. Out loud he replies, "If we knew how to get out of here, I don't think we'd be in here anymore." He narrows his eyes as he continues, "Anyways, how can you talk to us like that?"
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Luriel sits bolt upright, grasping for the iron bar beside her, as she hears the voice of the mushroom in her mind. She points the bar towards Stool, attempting to look intimidating, and failing. "How did you do that?" she says aloud, turning towards Stool. Luriel's never strayed very far from her home town; she was only in the caves in the first place because of her sister. She's never seen any very strange or exotic creatures like Stool before, so this is an all-new, frightening experience for her.
So this is what happens when one decides to see the world? No, that wasn't fair. He was just very unlucky. When Haivern had set off to adventure and see the world he certainly hadn't expected this sour turn of luck and yet this was where he'd ended up. Captured in a room full of other people he did not know. Of course he had been brought in with a few of them. Mainly the other human and another humanoid that seemed to have wasted no time in approaching one of the more odd creatures in the cell. Personally Haivern had never most of the assorted races in this cell before in his life and he wasn't normally a particularly shy person but at the moment he simply didn't feel any need to approach anyone at the moment.
Haivern didn't personally wish to spend his entire life being in this deep dark pit so an escape plan was something he'd need to come up with post haste. Unfortunately he didn't have much to work with at the moment. With only the single coin in his pocket. Fat lot of good that'd do him here. Haivern had also never been the best at planning. So this was Probably not going to go well. He sighed in a bit of frustration. That was when it dawned on him probably a little late that there was no way he was the only one trying to plot up a way to escape, sulking by himself wasn't going to get him anywhere. He looked around and noted the surrounding people among the ones he'd been brought in with there was the man not sitting too far off and the woman speaking with the mushroom. There were a pair speaking already, he didn't really want to get in between that. There seemed to be a woman despairing on the floor that he did not particularly feel like approaching. He looked back towards the other man that'd been brought in at the same time as him(Fuse).
"Hey there, the name's Haivern" he was about to go for the obvious how've you been. A tried and true conversation starter under normal circumstance but well... Not now obviously. "So... What do they call ya". He spoke keeping his voice relatively low.
Shio raises an eyebrow, interested to hear that the dwarf isn’t the first time around here, and maybe he would’ve gotten more out of it if not for - he glances at the giant mushroom that’s getting Zelkaen distracted - which, he doesn’t mind, he knows the conversation was going to lead to questions how he got himself here, and, well, no need to share a long story if no one asks. He holds back an amused laugh, he couldn’t get over the cartoonish puff the mushroom makes when it starts speaking. Even though he doesn’t like intrusion in his mind, the mushroom does seem quite innocent.
Against the wall, holding his legs and shaking is a younger man, mayhap a just out of his teens. After the priestess' visit, he was noticable to the group in that he had started to dry heave--not having much of anything in his stomach to throw up. It was not his finest moment. It couldn't be helped he thought, this was so very far beyond him. Sure, he'd tried to see the world a bit, he failed at that. He ran home, back to his parents. He SHOULD not be here. He should just be working at his father's shop. But no.. he wanted to be like his parents, live like their glory days. Well... its die or try time.
Shaken from his own thoughts, and the soreness of his throat, by speaking, close and loud, but friendly. Almost normal for the situation. "Uh, Fuse... Sorry about that, I'm uh not used to any of this... Brain's still trying to catch up with it... I was just at home, thought I heard dad tinnkering in the work shop. It wasn't dad. Now I'm here. I hope they're okay. Its nice to meet you Haivern, but I truly wish we'd never met." trying to put on a smile, that keenly comes off as someone fighting dispair.
Perking up at the covnersations across the way "I hope they're not lying.. that they escaped, maybe we'll get rescued or escape? Alt..." Pausing when the Mushroom speaks in their head. "Wait. What. Is that mushroom talking? ...Is that normal down here?"
(Just for myself. I would like to roll something for "talking mushroom" and if thats something ..normal? or heard of. 14 +3 if history, nature, +5 if arcana)
"Don't blame ya" Haivern said before being taken out of the conversation by a voice in his head. And by the looks of it just about everyone else had heard it too. Was that mushroom talking? Well, that was something Haivern could say he'd never seen before. He didn't really know what to make of it if he was being entirely honest. Well it was good to know it wasn't some violent thing that was gonna attack. There were enough problems already what with the whole slavery thing to be worried about. He looked back over at Fuse who looked to be pretty shaken up to say the least. "Yeah, if we all put our heads together we can probably think of something to get out of here. Just, gonna be tough with how limited our resources are" Haivern said trying to remain positive but not even sure if he believed himself. Still trying to stay quiet. He did get to his feet and look over at the mushroom. The weird monster's existence speech seemed to be surprising and rousing most of the folk around.
Luriel stands up and looks over at Stool. Out loud, she says, "Okay, so you can, like, read my thoughts? Not sure if I'm a fan of that, but, uh, okay..." Luriel closes her eyes and thinks, Can you hear me?
After being taken aback for a moment by it, Andarel is absolutely fascinated by the mind speech. She listens as people start responding to Stool, then asks him, "Hi Stool, my name is Andarel. How do your rapport spores work? Can we all hear everything, or can, say you and I still talk without intruding on others? How do we talk without speaking?"
"Oh, uh, sorry." Luriel backs away from Stool, awkwardly, then looks around their prison. She's not really that good with people. Perhaps she'll try her luck with someone else, someone more... well, within her normal range. Someone more ordinary. She knows that the mushroom person can hear her thoughts. Sorry, she thinks. Didn't mean it like that. Her eyes fall upon an elven woman who seemed to have... is that a spider? Ah well, worth a try.
Luriel walks over to the woman with the spider. She smiles, trying to appear as friendly as possible. "Hi. My name's Luriel. Luriel Dümathin. That's right, with an umlaut. I saw you get thrown in here yesterday. Listen, I, uh, I heard the others talking about trying to break out of here, and... do you have any ideas? I've got this iron bar..." -- Luriel holds it up for the other woman to see -- "...but I don't know if that'd be of any use."
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Captured by the drow! You wouldn't wish this fate upon anyone, yet here you are-locked in a dark cave, the cold, heavy weight of metal tight around your throat and wrists. You are not alone. Other prisoners are trapped in here with you, in an underground outpost far from the light of the sun.
Your captors include a cruel drow priestess who calls herself Mistress Ilvara of House Mizzrym. Over the past several days, you've met her several times, robed in silken garments and flanked by two male drow, one of whom has a mass of scars along one side of his face and neck.
Mistress Ilvara likes to impress her will with scourge in hand and remind you that your life now belongs to her. "Accept your fate, learn to obey, and you may survive." Her words echo in your memory, even as you plot your escape.
Andarel has been here 9 day.
She has a living tarantula.
Fuse has been here 6 day.
Haivern has been here 5 day.
He has a gold coin.
Luriel has been here 5 days.
She has a iron bar that could be used as a club
Shio has been here 2 days.
He has a hand crossbow bolt, coated with drow poison.
Zelkaen has been here 7 days.
You share the cell with a derro who is much saner than most of his kind, a quaggoth who actually seems quite civilized, a female dwarf, one adult deep gnome and 2 twin deep gnome children, an orc, a drow, a koa-toa who actually is probably one of the sanest among you, and a mushroom, about 1 foot diameter, with legs.
Luriel lies on the ground, depressed, staring up at the rocky ceiling of their cave prison. She'd lost her sister. Lost her family sword. Lost hope. Since she was captured by the drow, Luriel has sunk into a state of misery. Luriel doesn't think she'll ever be able to escape, find her sister, who's probably lost somewhere down here, if she's not captured already as well, take back her sword, and find her family again. It's hopeless, Luriel thinks. I'm doomed to spend the rest of my life here. Normally, she's always near the water, near the river Rauvin that flows close to her hometown. That's also been hard for her. Not being able to be near it.
Zelkaen sighed as he scooted his way over to a wall and rested his back against it. He hadn't been expecting an ambush and he only hoped that the injured boy he was helping and his mother had at least managed to escape. He wasn't too worried about himself, he had escaped the drow before and he could do it again. Looking around at the others in the cell however, he is beginning to have some doubts. Last time he was had at least had some backup, and he was going to need some support if he had any hope of making out. One of the three male humans was the only one that had been here before him and the blue skinned humanoid had been captured around the same time. Standing up and stretching, he moves closer to the man (Shio) that had already been here when he was captured and introduces himself, "The name's Zelkaen. What about you?" Zelk glances nervously over his shoulder as he talks, trying not to attract the attention of the guard.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Andarel looks around the cell. So many 'what if' thoughts running through her mind. How wrong was she... how stupid had she been to leave the city! She wanted to feel a thrill, to relive that rush of excitement, and now she'd gone and gotten herself captured. No-one knew where she was, her hope of ever seeing her friends or family again was a light so completely extinguished.
A tickle on her neck sent shivers running straight down her spine and she jumped up... That stupid bloody spider again! Andarel couldn't fathom a reason, but for some reason the spider had been following her since she'd set foot in the cell. She knew a little of the drow from books at the college, and more hearsay from the minstrel's tales, and knew they revered spiders as an image of their god, but that this one had taken a liking to her she hoped was a god sign. "If you're gonna hang around with me, I need something to call you..."
Oh god... I'm talking to a spider. I must be losing her mind!
Amidst her self-pity, she looked from the spider to the others that shared the cell with her. Two others had been brought in with her, but everyone else had already been here. Trying to calm herself Andarel looked around the cell, she saw a dwarf and human talking, and a pair of what looked like children huddled up. The two humans that had come in around the same time as Andarel didn't look like they wanted to talk yet.
Andarel's curiosity got the better of her though, the weird mushroom thing was like nothing she'd ever heard of. She made her way over towards it, checking and seeing the spider starting to follow her. Waving her hand as she approached slowly and tentatively, she ventured a nervous "Hello?..." at the walking fungus.
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
The mushroom puffs out a cloud of spores. "Hi!" A voice sounds in everyone's minds. "I'm Stool! Who are you? Do you know how to get out of here and to my grove? I'm scared."
Standing against the wall is a tall human male, his arms lazily crossed over his chest, keeping the crossbow bolt hidden under his clothes, his face slightly tilted sideways as he watches the newly captured, his shoulders braced upright in spite of his predicament. His long black hair is scraggily tied back behind his head, a few wisps of fringes hanging messily in front of him, his unkempt hair tangled with dirt and dust, and his face pale and bloodless. A smile quirks his thin, dry lips at the sight of the nervous dwarf in front of him, turning his gaze to the former's face. "Shio." He answers.
"Don't worry, I've figured we're all subjected to the same fate whether we behave or not." When his face is fully turned, you can see his straight nose bridge casting a sombre shadow across his face, the eye obscured by the mask far more dull than the other, its whites a charred yellow. "So, what got you in here?" He asks Zelkaen.
Zelkaen nods, although most of what the human said isn't new to him. He lets a grim smile slip out in response to the Shio's question, "This time?" he starts, "Nothing. I was just minding my own business, but I've been here before and I guess escaping from them is enough reason for them to bring you back." He lets out a groan as he backs up against the wall glancing around at the others and is about to ask the same question to Shio, when he hears the voice of the mushroom in his mind. Whirling around to the mushroom and glancing around at the others, he gets a pretty clear read that this mushroom isn't just talking to him. Out loud he replies, "If we knew how to get out of here, I don't think we'd be in here anymore." He narrows his eyes as he continues, "Anyways, how can you talk to us like that?"
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Luriel sits bolt upright, grasping for the iron bar beside her, as she hears the voice of the mushroom in her mind. She points the bar towards Stool, attempting to look intimidating, and failing. "How did you do that?" she says aloud, turning towards Stool. Luriel's never strayed very far from her home town; she was only in the caves in the first place because of her sister. She's never seen any very strange or exotic creatures like Stool before, so this is an all-new, frightening experience for her.
So this is what happens when one decides to see the world? No, that wasn't fair. He was just very unlucky. When Haivern had set off to adventure and see the world he certainly hadn't expected this sour turn of luck and yet this was where he'd ended up. Captured in a room full of other people he did not know. Of course he had been brought in with a few of them. Mainly the other human and another humanoid that seemed to have wasted no time in approaching one of the more odd creatures in the cell. Personally Haivern had never most of the assorted races in this cell before in his life and he wasn't normally a particularly shy person but at the moment he simply didn't feel any need to approach anyone at the moment.
Haivern didn't personally wish to spend his entire life being in this deep dark pit so an escape plan was something he'd need to come up with post haste. Unfortunately he didn't have much to work with at the moment. With only the single coin in his pocket. Fat lot of good that'd do him here. Haivern had also never been the best at planning. So this was Probably not going to go well. He sighed in a bit of frustration. That was when it dawned on him probably a little late that there was no way he was the only one trying to plot up a way to escape, sulking by himself wasn't going to get him anywhere. He looked around and noted the surrounding people among the ones he'd been brought in with there was the man not sitting too far off and the woman speaking with the mushroom. There were a pair speaking already, he didn't really want to get in between that. There seemed to be a woman despairing on the floor that he did not particularly feel like approaching. He looked back towards the other man that'd been brought in at the same time as him(Fuse).
"Hey there, the name's Haivern" he was about to go for the obvious how've you been. A tried and true conversation starter under normal circumstance but well... Not now obviously. "So... What do they call ya". He spoke keeping his voice relatively low.
Shio raises an eyebrow, interested to hear that the dwarf isn’t the first time around here, and maybe he would’ve gotten more out of it if not for - he glances at the giant mushroom that’s getting Zelkaen distracted - which, he doesn’t mind, he knows the conversation was going to lead to questions how he got himself here, and, well, no need to share a long story if no one asks. He holds back an amused laugh, he couldn’t get over the cartoonish puff the mushroom makes when it starts speaking. Even though he doesn’t like intrusion in his mind, the mushroom does seem quite innocent.
"My rapport spores! You can, too, now that we're all linked!" Stool says.
Against the wall, holding his legs and shaking is a younger man, mayhap a just out of his teens. After the priestess' visit, he was noticable to the group in that he had started to dry heave--not having much of anything in his stomach to throw up. It was not his finest moment. It couldn't be helped he thought, this was so very far beyond him. Sure, he'd tried to see the world a bit, he failed at that. He ran home, back to his parents. He SHOULD not be here. He should just be working at his father's shop. But no.. he wanted to be like his parents, live like their glory days. Well... its die or try time.
Shaken from his own thoughts, and the soreness of his throat, by speaking, close and loud, but friendly. Almost normal for the situation. "Uh, Fuse... Sorry about that, I'm uh not used to any of this... Brain's still trying to catch up with it... I was just at home, thought I heard dad tinnkering in the work shop. It wasn't dad. Now I'm here. I hope they're okay. Its nice to meet you Haivern, but I truly wish we'd never met." trying to put on a smile, that keenly comes off as someone fighting dispair.
Perking up at the covnersations across the way "I hope they're not lying.. that they escaped, maybe we'll get rescued or escape? Alt..." Pausing when the Mushroom speaks in their head. "Wait. What. Is that mushroom talking? ...Is that normal down here?"
(Just for myself. I would like to roll something for "talking mushroom" and if thats something ..normal? or heard of. 14 +3 if history, nature, +5 if arcana)
You've heard stories of them. They're called myconoids. They're sentient fungi that can telepathically communicate via spores.
"Don't blame ya" Haivern said before being taken out of the conversation by a voice in his head. And by the looks of it just about everyone else had heard it too. Was that mushroom talking? Well, that was something Haivern could say he'd never seen before. He didn't really know what to make of it if he was being entirely honest. Well it was good to know it wasn't some violent thing that was gonna attack. There were enough problems already what with the whole slavery thing to be worried about. He looked back over at Fuse who looked to be pretty shaken up to say the least. "Yeah, if we all put our heads together we can probably think of something to get out of here. Just, gonna be tough with how limited our resources are" Haivern said trying to remain positive but not even sure if he believed himself. Still trying to stay quiet. He did get to his feet and look over at the mushroom. The weird monster's existence speech seemed to be surprising and rousing most of the folk around.
Luriel stands up and looks over at Stool. Out loud, she says, "Okay, so you can, like, read my thoughts? Not sure if I'm a fan of that, but, uh, okay..." Luriel closes her eyes and thinks, Can you hear me?
"Yes! Yes! Now, let's leave!!!!"
After being taken aback for a moment by it, Andarel is absolutely fascinated by the mind speech. She listens as people start responding to Stool, then asks him, "Hi Stool, my name is Andarel. How do your rapport spores work? Can we all hear everything, or can, say you and I still talk without intruding on others? How do we talk without speaking?"
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
"You can talk to me alone but nobody else! Can we go now? I don't like it here, Andy!"
"Oh, uh, sorry." Luriel backs away from Stool, awkwardly, then looks around their prison. She's not really that good with people. Perhaps she'll try her luck with someone else, someone more... well, within her normal range. Someone more ordinary. She knows that the mushroom person can hear her thoughts. Sorry, she thinks. Didn't mean it like that. Her eyes fall upon an elven woman who seemed to have... is that a spider? Ah well, worth a try.
Luriel walks over to the woman with the spider. She smiles, trying to appear as friendly as possible. "Hi. My name's Luriel. Luriel Dümathin. That's right, with an umlaut. I saw you get thrown in here yesterday. Listen, I, uh, I heard the others talking about trying to break out of here, and... do you have any ideas? I've got this iron bar..." -- Luriel holds it up for the other woman to see -- "...but I don't know if that'd be of any use."