Galingal focuses, hearing more of the fellow prisoners speak is helping with his accent. It had been awhile since he used Common.
He nods as Jimjar and Sarith explain further.
"Yes, yes. That is what meant," Galingal says. "If scarred drow want to kill us, he just kill us. Helping us escape would be too much trouble if all want is to kill us. So, I am . . ."
He pauses and looks at Jimjar, searching for the phrase he used.
"I am on board," he says. "If get mask off, then I help. Help kill drow and escape."
"Hah! Excellent!", Jimjar remarks as the rabbit pelts land somewhat near Ront, who turns his head and sniffs in that direction.
"Quick! Five gold once we have it says he tries to eat them!", the deep gnome whispers to Thom and Galingal. ((If you accept the bet, the second of you roll a d20. 1-10 Ront tastes the pelts, 11-20 he passes.))
On the talk of imminent potential escape Stena rubs her chin absently with the back of her hand while she looks at Lex then to Stool. She sends to Stool,
<Stool, would you be okay if someone carried you? The big one that stood between us and that one?>
She indicates Ront.
To Eldeth she says in dwarvish,
"Yes, I've met a few out scouting. A respectful if odd species. I would like to save that one if we do escape. Would you help with that? I was going to ask the big fire human to help. We're onboard with this waiting for the drow traitor? It might be our best chance."
You feel a voice speaking within your head in a manner you are able to translate to words. "Short softer says you will carry me when we leave! Thanks! Your softer legs are much longer. I can't move as fast."
A conversation in Dwarvish:
"Sure, I've not heard anything negative about the fungal folk, if you say it can be trusted, that's good by me. She stood up to the orc, she's good in my book. I don't trust either of the drow farther than I could throw them, but it might be a better chance out of here than we're likely to get otherwise. We'll have to watch our back, in case they're fixing to betray us."
Ront checking out the pelts: 3 Ront Con Save: 5
The orc reaches down and scoops up the rabbit pelts, giving them a sniff, pulling his head away, then going in for a bite. He tears off a foot and crunches on it, the skin slipping across the remaining bone as fluid runs down his chin. His stomach heaves a bit and he spits it out, making a retched sound as his cheeks puff out and he plugs his nose. A moment later, he swallows and sniffs the broth and stomach fluids back down his throat. He grabs the pelts and hurls them at the iron gates.
Ront Toss: 19
The headdress flies between the bars and lands on the ledge.
Jimjar turns to Tom and Galingal. "Aww man, if we'd bet on if he'd barf, that'd be a hard one to score! I mean he did, but he didn't lose a drop!"
Thom responds to Jimjar "Ha! Now, should these drow ask me what happened with the headdress, we tell 'em the orc over there ripped it right off me. Tried to eat it. Nothing I could do about it."
He also looks at Galingal when he said that as well as anyone else who was watching him take it off and then the orc's subsequent actions.
"That's what we'll tell 'em. Yeah? They won't believe him anyway. Look at his past."
"Oh, by the way, I'm Tom"as he introduces himself to the gnome formally.
"Tom, good to meet you officially.", he gives a flourishing bow. "Jimjar's the name, and if there's a wager, I'm game!"
"Indeed he did! Something our jailers made you wear? We're hoping that's the source of his ripe aroma, and that he'll start to smell a bit fresher now.", he gives a playful sniff in Tom's direction.
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"The question isn't if they will betray us, just the when. Once we are out we will need to deal with him, and the others that are a risk. Or separate from them as quickly as we can. I need to go speak with the fire human about the myconid..."
Stena moves to near Lex and gestures for her to approach near Stool and then she'll whisper,
"The myconid, Stool, will need help escaping. It is not fast enough to flee on it's own. Ye showed ye were willing to protect it, are ye willing to carry it?"
"So looking to shake the drow, orc and derro, what about the fish guy? And the elf with the mask? He looks pretty shady. What about the furry one? The talkative deep gnome seems to get along with the others, but what about the two quiet ones?"
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"Shake or kill those three for sure. The fishman and furry one? We'll see. Elf with a mask... we leave or kill, looks like some type of Drow and we can't risk it. Moradin have mercy on him. The gnomes are fine, I think. The kids I'm not leaving."
She looks to make sure Eldath agrees with her assessment.
Lex's eyes dart back and forth as a flurry of conversation suddenly breaks out around her. Half of it flies over her head, but she gets the gist, and does her best to translate when needed.
One thing does catch her attention - the voice of Stool appearing in her head. She thinks really hard, hoping the message will get across.
"Yes, I could do that. Would you let me pick you up now just to see how heavy you are?"
She glances over when Stena repeats Stool's query out loud and gives a firm nod."It just asked me up here." She taps a finger to her temple."I'd be happy to. It's just a kid - those two as well." She tips her head towards the two deep gnome teenagers. "They're going to need all the help they can get."
"Aye, they will. We're of a mind on helping them then."
She glances to the young gnomes and approaches them slowly and speaks quietly in undercommon,
"Meh name's Stena. When we make a break for it, try to stay close to meh, the other dwarf with red hair and the big fire human. We'll see to it ye'r as safe as we can make ye. Once we're away we'll see to getting ye back home. Okay?"
Stena watches them and tries to soften her features, despite the current circumstances.
Io looked around watching all the confusion "Everyone chill out, now" She does a long sigh and then does a small smirk "Thooooommm right? Did I got your name right? Sorry sometimes i get confused with names. I understand that sometimes it's a bit hard to stay happy with all of this happening, you don't appear like someone who had a happy and easy life, but you shouldn't get overheated that easily mainly over some jokes. But don't worry I know a way to chill out, all you need is a hug" she got close to Thom and gave him a long hug so he could feel her painfull freezing embrace "If anyone else needs a hug just say and if not let's focus on getting out, ALL OF US together I am no strategy genious or whatever so I will just leave the strategy of leaving to all of you. So I will just stay here and help everyone chill out if necessary" she does a small laugh and returned to her corner
Thom is a bit taken back from lo's words, especially the ones about him appearing to not have a happy and easy life (she'd be correct in thinking that).
He sees her coming in for the hug, and he is about to try to resist when he feels the cold as she gets closer and he's too intrigued by the cold to resist the hug.
He grunts a bit and then when lo lets him go, he says "Ahh... ice witch."
When you do, Stool is a foot and a half tall, and weighs 40 lbs or so, though some of that is manacle weight.
((Imagine lifting a good sized watermelon, but kind of spongy and flexible. Like a watermelon stuffed inside a pillow, covered in a leathery fungal pillowcase. So heavy, but able to be carried, though if you're carrying him in your arms, you wouldn't be able to do anything else with your arms.))
Stena, the male twin glares up at you.
"Gribble, rabble urgtung rabble rabble."
His twin sister looks up and responds in Undercommon.
"Turvy says thanks for looking out for us, and we're ready to go home."
Galingal focuses, hearing more of the fellow prisoners speak is helping with his accent. It had been awhile since he used Common.
He nods as Jimjar and Sarith explain further.
"Yes, yes. That is what meant," Galingal says. "If scarred drow want to kill us, he just kill us. Helping us escape would be too much trouble if all want is to kill us. So, I am . . ."
He pauses and looks at Jimjar, searching for the phrase he used.
"I am on board," he says. "If get mask off, then I help. Help kill drow and escape."
"Hah! Excellent!", Jimjar remarks as the rabbit pelts land somewhat near Ront, who turns his head and sniffs in that direction.
"Quick! Five gold once we have it says he tries to eat them!", the deep gnome whispers to Thom and Galingal. ((If you accept the bet, the second of you roll a d20. 1-10 Ront tastes the pelts, 11-20 he passes.))
Jimjar turns to Sarith and speaks in Undercommon:
"That's two! They're both in."
Sarith nods in your direction.
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Thom appreciates this moment of entertainment.
"ha! no way, mate. I'm almost certain he will."
"What do you say, my blind friend? Willing to wager that the orc won't try to eat the rotten rabbit pelts? Tom here can vouch for what happens..."
((Galingal, if you're up for taking the bet, go ahead and roll a d20!))
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On the talk of imminent potential escape Stena rubs her chin absently with the back of her hand while she looks at Lex then to Stool. She sends to Stool,
<Stool, would you be okay if someone carried you? The big one that stood between us and that one?>
She indicates Ront.
To Eldeth she says in dwarvish,
Galingal shakes his head at Jimjar's offer.
"Orogs are not entertainment," Galingal says. "Keep them out. Hunt them if cause harm."
He pauses for a moment then shrugs.
"This one best dead. Will cause trouble. But could be helpful in escape."
Stena:
"Yes, she's nice!"
Lex:
You feel a voice speaking within your head in a manner you are able to translate to words.
"Short softer says you will carry me when we leave! Thanks! Your softer legs are much longer. I can't move as fast."
A conversation in Dwarvish:
"Sure, I've not heard anything negative about the fungal folk, if you say it can be trusted, that's good by me. She stood up to the orc, she's good in my book. I don't trust either of the drow farther than I could throw them, but it might be a better chance out of here than we're likely to get otherwise. We'll have to watch our back, in case they're fixing to betray us."
Ront checking out the pelts: 3
Ront Con Save: 5
The orc reaches down and scoops up the rabbit pelts, giving them a sniff, pulling his head away, then going in for a bite. He tears off a foot and crunches on it, the skin slipping across the remaining bone as fluid runs down his chin. His stomach heaves a bit and he spits it out, making a retched sound as his cheeks puff out and he plugs his nose. A moment later, he swallows and sniffs the broth and stomach fluids back down his throat. He grabs the pelts and hurls them at the iron gates.
Ront Toss: 19
The headdress flies between the bars and lands on the ledge.
Jimjar turns to Tom and Galingal. "Aww man, if we'd bet on if he'd barf, that'd be a hard one to score! I mean he did, but he didn't lose a drop!"
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Thom responds to Jimjar "Ha! Now, should these drow ask me what happened with the headdress, we tell 'em the orc over there ripped it right off me. Tried to eat it. Nothing I could do about it."
He also looks at Galingal when he said that as well as anyone else who was watching him take it off and then the orc's subsequent actions.
"That's what we'll tell 'em. Yeah? They won't believe him anyway. Look at his past."
"Oh, by the way, I'm Tom" as he introduces himself to the gnome formally.
Galingal cocks his blindfolded head to one side as he looks in the direction of Thom's voice.
"You wore rotten dead rabbits as hat?" Galingal asks. "The orc saw this and still try to eat? It is mercy to put them out of suffering."
Though now Galingal wonders about the mindset of the one who wore rotten dead rabbits on his head.
"Tom, good to meet you officially.", he gives a flourishing bow. "Jimjar's the name, and if there's a wager, I'm game!"
"Indeed he did! Something our jailers made you wear? We're hoping that's the source of his ripe aroma, and that he'll start to smell a bit fresher now.", he gives a playful sniff in Tom's direction.
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To Stool,
<Okay, I will ask her and then let you know.>
To Eldeth,
"The question isn't if they will betray us, just the when. Once we are out we will need to deal with him, and the others that are a risk. Or separate from them as quickly as we can. I need to go speak with the fire human about the myconid..."
Stena moves to near Lex and gestures for her to approach near Stool and then she'll whisper,
"The myconid, Stool, will need help escaping. It is not fast enough to flee on it's own. Ye showed ye were willing to protect it, are ye willing to carry it?"
Stena,
"So looking to shake the drow, orc and derro, what about the fish guy? And the elf with the mask? He looks pretty shady. What about the furry one? The talkative deep gnome seems to get along with the others, but what about the two quiet ones?"
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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
Eldeth,
"Shake or kill those three for sure. The fishman and furry one? We'll see. Elf with a mask... we leave or kill, looks like some type of Drow and we can't risk it. Moradin have mercy on him. The gnomes are fine, I think. The kids I'm not leaving."
She looks to make sure Eldath agrees with her assessment.
Eldeth considers then shrugs and gives you a nod.
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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
Thom says to both Jimjar and Galingal who can't see him "Yes. They tied them to my head. The small-minded sick forks."
Lex's eyes dart back and forth as a flurry of conversation suddenly breaks out around her. Half of it flies over her head, but she gets the gist, and does her best to translate when needed.
One thing does catch her attention - the voice of Stool appearing in her head. She thinks really hard, hoping the message will get across.
"Yes, I could do that. Would you let me pick you up now just to see how heavy you are?"
She glances over when Stena repeats Stool's query out loud and gives a firm nod. "It just asked me up here." She taps a finger to her temple. "I'd be happy to. It's just a kid - those two as well." She tips her head towards the two deep gnome teenagers. "They're going to need all the help they can get."
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Stena gives a short, approving nod to Lex.
"Aye, they will. We're of a mind on helping them then."
She glances to the young gnomes and approaches them slowly and speaks quietly in undercommon,
"Meh name's Stena. When we make a break for it, try to stay close to meh, the other dwarf with red hair and the big fire human. We'll see to it ye'r as safe as we can make ye. Once we're away we'll see to getting ye back home. Okay?"
Stena watches them and tries to soften her features, despite the current circumstances.
Io looked around watching all the confusion
"Everyone chill out, now" She does a long sigh and then does a small smirk
"Thooooommm right? Did I got your name right? Sorry sometimes i get confused with names. I understand that sometimes it's a bit hard to stay happy with all of this happening, you don't appear like someone who had a happy and easy life, but you shouldn't get overheated that easily mainly over some jokes. But don't worry I know a way to chill out, all you need is a hug" she got close to Thom and gave him a long hug so he could feel her painfull freezing embrace
"If anyone else needs a hug just say and if not let's focus on getting out, ALL OF US together I am no strategy genious or whatever so I will just leave the strategy of leaving to all of you. So I will just stay here and help everyone chill out if necessary" she does a small laugh and returned to her corner
Thom is a bit taken back from lo's words, especially the ones about him appearing to not have a happy and easy life (she'd be correct in thinking that).
He sees her coming in for the hug, and he is about to try to resist when he feels the cold as she gets closer and he's too intrigued by the cold to resist the hug.
He grunts a bit and then when lo lets him go, he says "Ahh... ice witch."
"Th.. Thanks."
Lex:
<Yay! Sure, you can pick me up!>
When you do, Stool is a foot and a half tall, and weighs 40 lbs or so, though some of that is manacle weight.
((Imagine lifting a good sized watermelon, but kind of spongy and flexible. Like a watermelon stuffed inside a pillow, covered in a leathery fungal pillowcase. So heavy, but able to be carried, though if you're carrying him in your arms, you wouldn't be able to do anything else with your arms.))
Stena, the male twin glares up at you.
"Gribble, rabble urgtung rabble rabble."
His twin sister looks up and responds in Undercommon.
"Turvy says thanks for looking out for us, and we're ready to go home."
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