Crimson Sands of Time

"Keep it in your pants Randy!" Trisk approaches the female drow.

Trisk ask the female drow, "My name is Trisk, what's your name? And how did you come to be trapped here?"

Having dealt with the shadows, Randy then aggressively turns to the rescued drow. "Stay still! We have you restrained because we're not letting you kill yourself just like that bozo we encountered previously!" He sternly warns her. But then he turns to Trisk in absolute confusion. "That... was random? Keep what in my pants again? You talking to me or Ethan?!" He infuriatingly asks.

(Randy's religion sucks, Nat 1)

The drow strains against Ethan's grip, "I am Ashdra and ... where are we? The last thing g I remember was walking through Calimports Upper Muzad, the next thing I know, you've got me in a choke hold here in this place. But, I can sense I have been here for some time."

"Sorry Ethan, I got you confused with your brother... err Randy I mean."

Trisk looks from one brother to the other.

"Randy you can... ahh Ethan I mean, you can let her go. She doesn't remember how she got here and probably just wants to leave."

He then looks back and forth once more between the brothers, ending on Ethan and Ashdra.

"Are you sure you're not Randy?"

Having been confirmed that this drow isn't suicidal, Ethan releases his grip on the lady, sympathy filling his somewhat moody expression. "Sorry about that, lady. The previous drow we freed immediately killed himself before we could even talk to him. We just wanted to make sure you didn't follow suit." He turns to Trisk, expression unchanged. Though he is shocked that the wizard somehow got him and his brother confused despite theri drastic difference in appearance. "I'm Ethan. Randy's the one with the bulky, orange armour who can't even dent a wooden wall with his fists, let alone keep his unreasonable mouth shut. I think you got us mixed up there." In fact, if Trisk looks closely at Ethan, he's clearly taller than his younger brother, almost similar to Sam's height if not slightly taller; Randy isn't even tall enough to match either of the two's current builds.

Turning back to Ashdra, he folds his arms with his bat leaned against his right hip. "This sounds complicated for you but... sigh... in a nutshell, the one who imprisoned you was that lich named... Szazz something. I need a refresher, sorry. But even so, we came here to beat him up for good. We came here to end his tyrannical reign and prevent chaos from leaching out into the world, if that's what you're wondering."

"I think I'm clear on it now, you're Ethan and that's your brother Randy, and I'm Trisk."

Trisk gives the brothers a wry smile.

"And this is Ashdra," Trisk extends a hand, "We are not enemies, or even your captors believe it or not, but here in this dungeon to deal with liches as... Ethan, yes Ethan, has explained rather curtly. Are you hurt? Is there anything we can do to help you further?"

The girl sits down, crossed legged and starts to play an eerie yet soothing tune on her instrument in this dark place. Her hooved feet, sticking out, her bedraggled clothing. Sitting, she is no taller the a foot and a half from the ground.

(Images of people of all races, and disciplines being captured by Red Robed Priests. Then tortured, and experimented on (images of some of the areas they have seen in the dungeon where victims were found. Image of Piccolo chained to a tree, and the party rescuing her. An image of a liches skull, its eyes glowing with power, a strange voice: Szazz Tam. Then the music turns calm and peaceful, and she looks at Ashdra and smiles, a kindred spirit in this terrible place.)

"Yes, as Ethan said- WAIT WHO ARE YOU CALLING WEAK AND UNREASONABLE YOU PIECE OF-?!" Randy screams as his armour suddenly glows brighter in anger before he charges in to tackle his brother to ground... and misses, falling face first onto the floor near the drow lady, much to his infuriation.

"A male running about by himself is always bound to find trouble. What he and I could have in common before being brought to this place I wonder? Do you think he also hailed from Muzhajaarnadah? Actually. Where are we now, anyhow?" Ashdra asks the group.

Trisk places a hand on the side of her shoulder to comfort her from the shock of what he says, "We're in the Doom Vault."

Piccolo shakes her head in confirmation of Trisks statement.  

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Trisk places a hand on the side of her shoulder to comfort her from the shock of what he says, "We're in the Doom Vault."

 "Whats a Doomvault?" Comes the nonplussed reply.

<btw. You do know what they have in common. They're the chosen of some gods, here for that reason. Up to you if you share this with her.>

Piccolo plays here music again, showing a musically visual picture of the dungeon. Then of red wizards capturing various chosen (the ones she has seen). Then the red wizards doing experiments to empower the lich)

"I'm not entirely sure myself but from what I've been told it's where the Red Wizards run experiments and Liches keep their phylacteries."

Trisk will run his arm up and down from her shoulder to her elbow, the way someone would to warm up a cold person or in this case comfort someone getting very disturbing news.

"We're not planning on leaving until we finish our business here but you're welcome to accompany us until then. It might be safer than going it alone."

"This is what the other drow looked like. Do you recognize or know him."

And Trisk will change his permanent illusion into a likeness of the male drow while gesturing in that direction with his other arm.

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Piccolo plays here music again, showing a musically visual picture of the dungeon. Then of red wizards capturing various chosen (the ones she has seen). Then the red wizards doing experiments to empower the lich)

< Per her backstory, thus would include Picollo, I think.>

Ashdra recoils slightly at the unexpected touch, but calms quickly.  "You are Shadar-kai? Has the Raven Queen sent you, then? Or were you taken as she," with a nod, indicating Picollo, "and I were?"

To the question of the other drow, she replies, "I know few males save my own servants, but the manner of dress suggests he is from the North. And, you're vision, it shows him wearing the symbol of Ghaunadaur." This last piece she says with a look of disgust far outstripping her general contempt for males.

[Calimshan is farther south, similar latitude to Lantan, just north of Chult. Both are on Faerûn's West coast. Thay is far to the east. PCs from Toril know this.]

"The current machinations of Thay have them taking many of the chosen."

Once she seems more relaxed Trisk will lower his arm and ask, "Which of the Gods do you serve?"

I make no secret of my faith in Ibrandul. Though once primarily worshiped by humans in southern lands such as Calimshan, many drow now find comfort in his protection, for he guides those who travel and work in darkness.  That I am hus chosen is a fact I seldom confide, but, given the circumstances, well, it seems obvious.  How those Thayans knew this.. Their spies must ha e been following me for some time, I think." She looks worried, pained by the loss of the time she has spent in this pit, by the violation of it all. She snaps out of it. "Enough words. How do we get out of here?"

It is apparent she is in no shape ro fight after the ordeal she's been through. If you help her to a black gate, she'd be happy to take the gatehouse exit and head back the Calimshan.

Other than the doors you entered by, there is a set at the south of the room.

(ooc: where is the nearest black gate to us? didn't we just leave one a room or two back?)

Piccolo gets out of her sitting position and inspects the drow. The tiny girl looks her over, like a grandmother would look over a child, looking for bumps and bruises, broken bones, poking and prodding.
Then, she takes out a healing kit and does what she can for her, and gives her some food and water (Heal 9 + additional HP equal to her max number of hit dice)

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(ooc: where is the nearest black gate to us? didn't we just leave one a room or two back?)

 The previous room with the oozes. It's how you got here, but your conjecture was that the slime is unlimited. In either case there at least 11 in there.