Bambotta cringes as the stone flies from Ekant’s hand. He had passed the stone so that Ekant could break his chain. But before he knows it, the stone is thrown. The dice are cast.
He fully expects the stone will bounce off the bars and go spinning out of their reach. Maybe that would be best?
He fears for The Fu-Engi.
Bambotta watches helplessly. The stone flies. It passes, seemingly in slow motion, through the dim light of the cell block. His heart in his throat. His breath caught. The moment suspended. Torch light flickers off the surface of the rock as it arcs to its final destination. Beyond Bambotta’s control.
Miraculously, the stone finds its way through the bars and hits the glass solidly. A loud crash echos through the cell block.
Bambotta covers his ears and strains his eyes. Penetrating the dim light. The shadows are heavy in Syl’s cell. But is that? New cracks?
Bambotta calls out excitedly,
“He hit it! What a throw! It doesn’t look like the glass is broken, but damaged! Cracked. Maybe The Fu-Engi can escape!”
Bambotta watches. His blue eyes wide. Gleaming. Anticipating freedom.
This could not have gone better.
Encouraged now, Bambotta places his ankle lock against one of the bars and swings with his rock. Hard.
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Hoot looked down on his talons, and for a moment he couldn't believe that his plan actually worked. He still felt a pulsating pain in the joint of his back talon, and he had scratched open the scaly skin on his leg, causing small streams of blood flowing out from the lacerations - but he was free of his shackles. Even though his connection to the powers Kelemvor had granted him seemed to be disturbed in this wretched place, it seemed like Kelemvor himself was still with him and guiding his actions. It wasn't unlike Him to draw a little blood for a smaller miracle.
HAW - HAW - HAW! HAW - HAW - HAW!
It sounded like a distorted parody of actual laughter. For people who hadn't interacted much with Kenku before, it could be an uncanny experience. The cacophony of Hoot's speech before might have caused a number of reactions from his fellow prisoners, ranging from mild interest in the way Kenku speech patterns really worked from those who had heard stories about it before and difficulties with understanding the content of the sentences that were put together from scraps of so many different voices, to a sense of feeling violated about Hoot using something as personal and intimate as one's own voice, and an instincive repulsion at something that so eerily and so closely imitated being something else. But this laugh was different. This wasn't an imitation of something Hoot had heard before - this was the first time that any of the prisoners had heard Hoot's own voice. Although 'voice' was not really the right word for it. It sounded distinctly unhuman and was more reminiscient of a crow's cawing than of anything else.
Hoot turned to look directly at Crunch, who had been observing him.
Realizing there is nothing useful in his cell to help him escape, Daryan slumps back on his cot again with a tired sigh, trying to preserve strength for when he could do something productive, focusing now on fighting off the torturous hunger. The ones in the other cells seemed to be in better shape and he catches talk about a lockpick in one of the cells, and some stones lying around, and even a tunnel leading out from one of the cells. What was this? A madmans game where some very disparate prisoners must cooperate to regain their freedom. He didn't particularly like the idea of being anyones plaything but he had to get out and there was only one way to do that, together with these people locked up with him, so he waited and hoped the lockpick would reach his hands eventually. "If you can send that lockpick over here I'm certain I will be able to make good use of it." He calls out to the cell from which Sylvania had spoken.
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The ringing in Sylviana’s ears is debilitating. She jumps reactively from her hunched position and covers her ears. After verifying that she wasn’t hemorrhaging blood from her ears, the pixie sits down and rests for a moment, her strength beginning to enter one of its waning periods. After a few deep breaths and a few moments of rest, she stands up and examines the newly formed cracks in the box’s wall.
Finally feeling constitutionally sound enough to speak, Syl looks over to Ekant and Bambotta, saying, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Freeing a pixie is good luck!” She flashes a smile that bears the slightest trace of mischief, before returning her focus to the cracked glass.
“Now, if I can just get enough force, maybe I can break this open! Hee hee!” Standing in the middle of the box, the little fey charges toward the glass and attempts to kick near the cracked area. Feeling even weaker than usual, she clings to hope that her attack will suffice to break the glass.
(I’m guessing a kick pulls off strength, but I’ll give you the STR and DEX mods just in case!)
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*When BOAGRIUS sees how quickly and pathetically Crunch gives up his effort to free himself from his shackles, his face turns blood red and his adrenaline spikes all the way up. BOAGRIUS did not see Hoot free himself from his chains but he heard the struggle and the pain. BOAGRIUS admires Hoot, his resilience and his determination. When it comes to Crunch, not so much.*
BOAGRIUS: Are you being serious!? That's it? That's all you got, Crunch? A few halfhearted tugs and you're done trying to free yourself? Where is your character? Where is your fighting spirit? What of your grit and perseverance. Have you no gumption? Have you no warrior instinct within you? Have you no courage and resolve? Did you not witness the momentary torture and contortion that Hoot put himslef through to free himself... to free US!? That's just it. If you don't do it for yourself, do it for us! Where is your moral fiber? Show us your mettle!
*BOAGRIUS is properly raging now! Very few things make BOAGRIUS as angry as seeing a person with no tenacity depend on others. His militant mindset is creeping out.*
BOAGRIUS: I understand you are hungry and weak! BOAGRIUS hungry and weak too! We all hungry and weak but fight through the pain, comrade! Your kenku brother did it! You can too! Bleed if you have to! Bleeding is glorious!
*In an attempt to inspire Crunch to try harder so he can help everyone escape, BOAGRIUS begins doing what he does best... he rages! His militaristic and champion past has taught him that when in doubt, just be loud and aggressive! He begins grunting, banging on his massive chest, and shaking the old, dusty, rusty bars of his cell while screaming...
BOAGRIUS: You can do this Crunch! Free yourself from your shackles! Help us escape! Show us what you're made of!
(OOC I will make 2 checks, one for persuasion/performance to see if BOAGRIUS succesfully motivated crunch to free himself and the other a simple strength check just on the off-chance that BOAGRIUS raw aggression and shaking can loosen or even unhinge one of the bars. BOAGRIUS is raging at this point so i will do this with adv.)
Ilithienne stays in her cell carefully watching the development. The pixie may be freed, the lockpick... Things are looking good, and when they do is when everything falls down.
Almost impatiently she hears the voices coming from the other cells. She knows she needs to wait. Perhaps their belongings are nearby... or at least the guards could be overwhelmed if everyone is free. The voices...
- Keep quiet you fools.- she speaks angrily - Don't you remember we are in prison? Somebody has put us here and I guarantee they are not that far.
She keeps in the back of her cell weighting the shiv in her hand and waiting for a chance to get out of the cell.
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"I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me..."
Cell Block X has indeed turned into a very loud place. The prison reverberates with the sounds of rock mashing powerfully against steel. BOAGRIUS' booming voice echoes through the cells as he exclaims loudly, doing his best to employ military screaming tactics to hype up his feeble-minded Kenku jailbird. On the other end of the cell block, the repeated sounds of Sylviana's tiny legs striking the glass that keeps her a prisoner. While all of this commotion goes on around her, Ilithienne has a surge of indignation come over her! What are they doing? Why are they being so loud? Do they forget we're prisoners? Finally, she speaks up...
"Keep quiet you fools.Don't you remember we are in prison? Somebody has put us here and I guarantee they are not that far."
She makes a very valid statement but it seems to go unnoticed by the others. She scoffs and shakes her head. The only one that seems to acknowledge her savvy point is O-Ren. The two share a familiar glance. Then Ilithienne sees it. There they are again! O-Ren's eyes! Ilithienne becomes mesmerized yet again. They are entrancing. Captivating. Hypnotizing. Alluring and prepossessing... yet slightly unnatural and overawing. Ilithienne can't look away. Even if she could, she wouldn't. She stares at O-Ren's glassy, bewitching, golden eyes. She notes the elongated vertical pupil and the gleaming shine of the golden vessels around it. Ilithienne feels as her heartbeat rises dramatically. I have seen those eyes before... I am sure of it, she thinks to herself. But where? When?Ilithienne feels an uncanny semblance of familiarity but can't pinpoint exactly why.
CRASH!
The tumultuous sound of glass shattering! Could it be? Did Sylviana manage to escape? The sound interrupts her concentration and when she looks back at O-Ren, the eyes have yet again gone back to normal. No longer enthralling. No longer unnerving.
Meanwhile, inside Daryan's prison he finds himself slumped over with both hands holding his rumbling stomach. How long has he been locked in here for? How much longer can he go without food? His hunger only grows exponentially and if he doesn't get out of here soon, he fears he might pass out from starvation. He's in bad shape. Perhaps more so than anyone else here. Daryan sits with his back against the sharp, grainy, cold walls of his cell and spaces off-- staring as Bambotta makes remarkable progress with his rock and his chain. He commends Bambotta for his resourcefulness and his drive to try anything to escape his shackles. He watches as Bambotta raises his fist-sized breccia rock and smashes it hard against his ankle lock. BAM! BAM! Daryan observes as the rock chips slightly and the lock gets slightly bent. If any of those strikes were even one inch off, Bambotta's ankles would've been smashed with the heavy stone instead. Woah. Bambotta seems to have excellent hand-eye coordination, Daryan thinks to himself as his stomach shrinks even more. Daryan is happy that his prison-mate seems to be having success but he doesn't quite have the energy to say anything. In fact, he doesn't quite have the energy to do much of anything anymore. Suddenly, even sitting up is too burdensome. He needs to lay down. He needs to shut his eyes. Daryan is quite taken aback by his own miserable condition. He can hardly recall a time when his body was shutting down to this degree. His breaths slowly shorten and his consciousness slowly fades when suddenly...
I said get up! Your work is not done!
It is you, Daryan! You are the one!
You are the bond! The culmination!
Be strong for your strength will spread to those who are worthy!
With this message lodged in his brain, Daryan jolts awake! Be strong for your strength will spread to those who are worthy! As Daryan contemplates this statement, he looks on as Bambotta with one final, precise, powerful strike connects with his ankle lock and hits it with such barbarian ferocity that the stone explodes in his bloody palm and the ankle lock snaps in two! Bambotta has smashes open his restraints! Daryan, suddenly feeling reinvigorated, sits up and smiles at Bambotta's success. Be strong, he thinks one more time, for your strength will spread to those who are worthy. Bambotta is worthy.
Just as the thought enters his head...
CRASH!
That same sound of shattering glass...
Meanwhile, Hoot-- the first to have freed himself from his shackles-- enters the darkness of his newfound tunnel. A quick, glancing investigation doesn't teach him much about it but he quickly crawls all the way across and dislodges the trap door of the tunnel. He then pulls himself out of the burrow and approaches Crunch, who has stopped trying to fiddle with his ankle lock. From this close, it occurs to Hoot that Crunch is rather large for a Kenku. He might even be the biggest Kenku that Hoot has ever seen. This might prove challenging when it comes to slipping out of the ankle restraints, of course, but Hoot's resolve will not be broken. In his mind, Crunch WILL be freed from his restraints. No matter what.
Hoot glances at BOAGRIUS quickly, for the first time. A massive mountain of a man. Not a man. A goliath. His voice is booming and he sounds large but the sight of him reveals him to be much bigger than initially anticipated. He is menacing. He looks particularly menacing as he hollers in his cage and shakes the bars uncontrollably. The firm bars rattle but don't appear to be giving way any time soon. If he was trying to shake them loose, he has failed. If he was trying to lead by example and raise the morale and motivation of Crunch, however, he appears to have succeeded. Crunch at the sight of his fellow Kenku successfully enter his prison cell-- free of restraints-- combined with BOAGRIUS' masterful incitement speaks up.
"Hello Hoot! Nice to meet." They shake feathery hands. Hoot notes the cold, callous, damp feel of Crunch's hand. "I ready. We do this now." As he says this, Crunch sits down and takes hold of his ankle. Hoot kneels besides him and does his best to hold the circular restraints as open as possible while Crunch wiggles his foot. Crunch twists and contorts as best he can with very little success. "Spit on it" Crunch says which is weird but a bird's gotta do what a bird's gotta do. Hoot obliges and Crunch uses the lubrication to slip his foot slightly but the joints in his talons prevent him from escaping further. That's when Hoot notices what Crunch is failing to do. Crunch doesn't appear to be willing to bleed for his escape. He often stops his pulling and contorting when the metal starts to dig into his scaly skin. As Hoot notices this, BOAGRIUS' voice booms in the background, "Bleed if you have to! Bleeding is glorious!"
Still, Crunch seems to be unwilling to do so. Simple solution, Hoot thinks to himself. Crunch continues to struggle, tug, pull, and bend but when he gets close to lacerating skin he chickens out. Then, Hoot acts... the next time that Crunch gets his foot halfway out but is stopped by pain, Hoot helps him out by YANKING the chain! It works! Crunch is free of his restraints! Hoot's initiative worked but Crunch doesn't like it! "OUCH!" he bellows as he holds his now bleeding ankle. At that point, Hoot notices something strange... Crunch's blood is not red. It is black.
Crunch notices his fellow Kenku noticing this. The two make eye contact but before either one can say anything...
CRASH!
[OOC: Worldwind, can you have Hoot make a Religion or History check (your choice) to see what he can recall about individuals whose blood is black. Surely, the Church of Kelemvor taught him about this.]
Finally, we arrive at the scene of the CRASH that lodged it's way into the events happening in Cell Block X.
Sylviana Silverwood finds herself in her glass prison feeling weaker than usual. Regardless, the wall of her prison box should be vulnerable enough now that despite her rough shape, she might still be able to shatter it. She stands in the middle of her box, takes a deep breath, exhales slowly... and begins her charge. She sprints as fast as her little legs will allow and when she nears the glass, she extends her tiny leg and makes contact with the glass. The crack widens. It's working! she exclaims in her head. Again!
She hurries back and repeats the movement. The crack widens even more. Again! The crack spreads! Again! Crack gets bigger. She's making progress! Feeling optimistic and suddenly energetic, Syl makes her way to the opposite end of the prison box and charges twice the distance. This is it. I can feel it! She sprints across the length of her entire glass prison and instead of one outstretched leg this time, Syl leaps in the air and crashes both legs against the glass. A powerful, rocket of a dropkick against the glass!
CRASH!
The glass explodes into a thousand sharp pieces! Syl's tiny body goes flying through it and as she does, hundreds of fragments lodge themselves into her soles, ankles, and legs. She thumps hard into the cold, uninviting prison floor and as she groans in pain she stares up as thousands of sharp, glass pieces rain down on her cutting into her exquisite, smooth skin. The edges of fractured glass slice into her arms, ribs, hips, and thighs. The larger shards explode upon impact with the hard floor and blow up into splinters that attack her from all sides. She exclaims loudly and as she holds her lips open to do so, sharp flakes of glass dust enter her mouth and throat, slicing her from the inside. She begins choking and coughing which only makes matters worse-- she begins spitting up blood. As she undergoes this physical pain, an especially pointy fragment of glass shakes above her head. It's still attached to the rest of the glass box but only just. She looks up just in time to see the fragment split from the rest of the glass wall and fall right in between her eyes... she needs to roll out of the way!
[OOC: Syl takes a 1d4 of damage and needs to make a DEX saving throw to roll out of the way. Best of luck to you William]
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Bambotta stares in amazement. Unbelieving. His leg is free!
Dropping forgotten from numb, tingling fingers, the bloody and broken stone falls to the to the floor with an audible clack.
"It worked! It broke!"
He looks up and scans the faces across from him. Seeking witness. His gaze meet Daryan's. The smile.
Bambotta makes eye contact. As Daryan watches a primitive and icy fire ignites in Bambotta's eyes. A wide grin, toothy and animalistic and grim, spreads across his face. Taut as a bowstring.
His hand, now clenched into a large fist, drips blood unnoticed onto the cracked stone shards. Splattering his bare foot. Crimson on pale skin.
The instant holds breathlessly. It is that smile? Is it a grimace? Or both?
CRASH!
A loud smashing and crashing breaks the moment. The grin drops. The fire remains.
Snapping his head toward the sound, Bambotta sees the source.
"It's The Fu-Engi! Smashing against her glass! And it's cracking!"
Instantly, a fear grows in his chest. His heart skips a beat. Lodged in his throat. Breathless.
"The glass!"
He looks on helplessly, wordlessly, as the Fu-Engi gathers herself for a final effort.
She rushes across her glass prison and sends herself flying through the air in an impressively delivered drop kick. And it connects. Solidly.
CRASH!!!
The glass shatters all around her. Flying in a shimmering cloud of dagger sharp shrapnel. Bambotta is reminded, for an instant, of the gold and silver glitter of the Fu-Engi's dust. But now lethal. And real. Surreal.
He strains his eyes and watches aghast as she comes crashing to the hard stone floor amidst a thousand razors.
He gasps. Wide eyed.
And he cries,
"The Fu-Engi!!!"
Bambotta grasps the bars in both hands. Squeezing. His anger building at this impossible situation.
Warm, red blood runs down the cold iron bar, leaking from his bloody fist, as the familiar chill of fury builds in a haze behind his piercing blue eyes. His vision clouds red as his rage rises triumphantly from his throat where it has now joyously escaped the bonds of his fiercely thumping heart. Free at last! Insistent and unstoppable! It passes through his lips. Sliding effortlessly between the locked bars of his clenched teeth to echo, freely, off the walls of the cell block. A long growl rumbling from deep within. Rising. Growing.
As the guttural sound builds, Bambotta begins shaking his bars in his frustration. Slowly at first. But growing in intensity. Along with the growl. Until, finally, his teeth part. He throws his head back and the long growl gives bloody birth to a raw, primeval scream that vibrates the very walls of the cell block, echoing here and there. Exhaustion falls away as he wrenches at the bars harder and harder and harder.
"GRRRRRRRRRWWWHHHHHRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
The bars rattle loudly. His muscles rise and tense. Corded. Stressed. Steel bands of flesh writhing beneath dusty skin.
(OOC. I'm busting out of this joint. Going into a rage.)
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[OOC: I'll add Hoot's reaction in a separate post once I know a bit more about what is going on]
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“Almost there, Syl. You can do it!” Ekant’s green eyes light up with hope as he watches the crack on the glass box slowly expands with the force of the pixie’s kicks. He hears roaring from BOAGRIUS’ cell, the thunderous, reverberating sound rattling the whole block, and the repeated pounding from Bambotta’s stone. He thinks Ilithienne has a point that they should keep their voice down, but the young ranger couldn’t help his excitement when he sees Syl breaks out of her glass confinement, which quickly turns to worry.
“No, Syl, watch out!” Ekant calls out urgently, his smooth voice tinged with concern. The glass box explodes in a shower of glittering shards, cutting Syl on her way down. Unable to help her, Ekant tugs on his ankle chain uselessly. Bambotta had broken his, so there must be a weakness. But Bambotta seems much stronger than he is, still, he grits his teeth and tries, knowing he’d be too late regardless.
When the Bambotta's animalistic roar fills the air she no longer has any doubts.
"That one has to be a barbarian..." she points out quietly shaking her head in disbelief. "The only worse it could be is if he got any bells to ring or fire to burn... Goddess, help us..."she ends looking at Tisiphone. She closes her eyes for a moment.
The eyes...
O-Ren's eyes... Was it hunger? Or did I see it? Those golden eyes... Like a snake? Is it possible? Or is it my imagination? she thinks gripping the shiv tightly. Something is not right.
She stands proudly, despite being naked. Ilithienne conserves her energy. She knows she is not strong enough to break the lock. Your strength is precious. Save it until it is really needed. Be focused. Be aware of the surroundings. The enemies are coming. Feel them. She hears her mothers words. You may be a monster, but you are not stupid, mother.
Somehow feeling reinvigorated, slowly standing up and coming up to the bars of his cell, Daryan watches with an incredulous smile as the tall muscular young man in the cell across on his right manages to break free of his shackles and then seemingly tries to break out of his cell by bending the bars, screaming loudly as he does. He then glances over towards the voice of the drow on his right. "And which goddess would that be Ilithienne?" He asks softly, a smile tugging at his lips. The pale white-haired half-elf then looks over to the right end of the corridor, hoping to catch view of the fairy sliding the lock pick his way, meanwhile contemplating the words spoken in his mind. They didn't make much sense to him, but maybe he would reach some kind of enlightenment in time.
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Tisiphone stands at the bars of her cell, taking in information. Cataloguing. What else can she do? She can feel in her soul that she can't access any magic, she can't even manage to say anything helpful or inspiring without that little bit of magic backing her up. With an empty cell and nothing to offer Tisiphone feels her empty stomach drop. Like a black pit in her torso. What if she can't get out of here?
Bambotta is right, we need to work as a team. At least the others have made some progress and it sounds like Hoot managed to break Crunch out! And the pixie is free! But - oh! I wish I could see what's going on all the way down there!
Tisiphone waits. Her heart in her throat. She hasn't seen the pixie but she feels as if Syl would be beautiful and splendid and wonderful.
When all seems well again Tisiphone pipes up, "Well done everyone! This is great progress!"Tisiphone says softly and warmly.
She peers down the hallway at Ilithienne who she notices is looking straight back at her. If the others accept the drow, they may accept a tiefling too. There is something to be said about the shared feeling of people assuming the worst of you because of your heritage. She smiles at the drow, her eyes shining with longing for understanding. Maybe we'll be friends someday, if we get out. When we get out. And she is right. Just because we can't see the guards doesn't mean that they aren't there... Someone had to roll in that boulder and put us here to begin with. Tisiphone averts her gaze from the drow woman, trying to steer her mind back to the task at hand.
[OCC: may I make an intelligence check to see if Tisiphone can think of any connections between O'Ren's story, the boulder, the Raven Queen and the random objects that the others have found?] Intelligence: 12
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As if struck by a stone Ilithienne breaks the eye contact with Tisiphone. Did I really spoke that aloud?
"Do you really think this is the time to discus faith?" She asks angrily hearing Daryan, but a second later her face changes. There was no poison in his words. Perhaps he is just curious. Curious and cautious.
"I am sorry... " she begins "I can only imagine what you can think of drow religion and faith..." She speaks sadly, with some faint sad tone in her voice but a moment later she raises her head and her tone changes.
"I worship the Dark Maiden" she speaks proudly, as if challenging anyone to deny her this right "and I will do so till my last breath".
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"I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me..."
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"No need to apologize to one such as me Ilithienne, you'll have to forgive me for prying, I've heard her worshipers singing and dancing under the full moon is quite enchanting to behold, I hope I live long enough to enjoy that some night."The white-haired half-elf softly answers the drow in the next cell. "You are right of course though, this is not the time to lose focus, but there is nothing to be gained by being discreet any longer I think..." He says, glancing over at the tall muscular young man in the cell across on his right. "...and If someone heard us and would come here and investigate I suppose they would have done so by now so my guess is that we're in no immediate hurry.I'm not nearly as strong as Bambotta over there and I would prefer to save the little strength I still have for when it counts so I'm putting my faith in having that lockpick coming this way eventually."
Insight to realize something is off with O-Ren: 23 Perception to notice the black blood pouring out of Crunch: 7
"She sounds wonderful,"Tisiphone says softly, almost to herself.I wonder what Oghma's teachings say about this god? Tisiphone thinks back, trying to remember anything she might know about this god and their alignment. religion10
"O’Ren, did you and Crunch know each other before this place? You seem to speak with some familiarity.”Tisiphone says slowly and clearly. That commanding tone that she spoke to Crunch with was unexpected, especially after the wailing that woke us. “Do you have any ideas now that you’re thinking clearer or remember anything that could help us?"
She must have some kind of insider knowledge, if she’s been here before. But if she’s escaped and been dragged back, what hope do we have?Tisiphone’s thoughts twist with apprehension and fear as she wrestles with her hope. But O’Ren did escape. That’s what sets her apart from the rest of us. What if we can’t trust even her - she was the one who woke us.
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"... so I'm putting my faith in having that lockpick coming this way eventually."
"You are not the only one..." Ilithienne says quietly hearing the rumbling in the other cells. When Tisiphone speaks to O-Ren, she glances at the half-elf discreetly.
[Tooltip Not Found] or Insight10 (both have the same mods)
There is something I am missing. Is she hiding anything? We all are... But perhaps it's not the way it seems to be?
Her thoughts are racing through her mind. She hopes to be ready whenever somebody comes down the hall or anyone opens her cell door and frees her.
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"I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me..."
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Bambotta cringes as the stone flies from Ekant’s hand. He had passed the stone so that Ekant could break his chain. But before he knows it, the stone is thrown. The dice are cast.
He fully expects the stone will bounce off the bars and go spinning out of their reach. Maybe that would be best?
He fears for The Fu-Engi.
Bambotta watches helplessly. The stone flies. It passes, seemingly in slow motion, through the dim light of the cell block. His heart in his throat. His breath caught. The moment suspended. Torch light flickers off the surface of the rock as it arcs to its final destination. Beyond Bambotta’s control.
Miraculously, the stone finds its way through the bars and hits the glass solidly. A loud crash echos through the cell block.
Bambotta covers his ears and strains his eyes. Penetrating the dim light. The shadows are heavy in Syl’s cell. But is that? New cracks?
Bambotta calls out excitedly,
“He hit it! What a throw! It doesn’t look like the glass is broken, but damaged! Cracked. Maybe The Fu-Engi can escape!”
Bambotta watches. His blue eyes wide. Gleaming. Anticipating freedom.
This could not have gone better.
Encouraged now, Bambotta places his ankle lock against one of the bars and swings with his rock. Hard.
OOC Roll to hit. 12
Hoot looked down on his talons, and for a moment he couldn't believe that his plan actually worked. He still felt a pulsating pain in the joint of his back talon, and he had scratched open the scaly skin on his leg, causing small streams of blood flowing out from the lacerations - but he was free of his shackles. Even though his connection to the powers Kelemvor had granted him seemed to be disturbed in this wretched place, it seemed like Kelemvor himself was still with him and guiding his actions. It wasn't unlike Him to draw a little blood for a smaller miracle.
HAW - HAW - HAW! HAW - HAW - HAW!
It sounded like a distorted parody of actual laughter. For people who hadn't interacted much with Kenku before, it could be an uncanny experience. The cacophony of Hoot's speech before might have caused a number of reactions from his fellow prisoners, ranging from mild interest in the way Kenku speech patterns really worked from those who had heard stories about it before and difficulties with understanding the content of the sentences that were put together from scraps of so many different voices, to a sense of feeling violated about Hoot using something as personal and intimate as one's own voice, and an instincive repulsion at something that so eerily and so closely imitated being something else. But this laugh was different. This wasn't an imitation of something Hoot had heard before - this was the first time that any of the prisoners had heard Hoot's own voice. Although 'voice' was not really the right word for it. It sounded distinctly unhuman and was more reminiscient of a crow's cawing than of anything else.
Hoot turned to look directly at Crunch, who had been observing him.
*Hoot* "free from chains" - *Hoot* "inspect" "secret tunnel!" - *Hoot* "is getting to" *Crunch*.
With that, Hoot tried to open the trap door, step down into the darkness, and inspect the tunnel:
Investigation: 4 (or +6 if it's perception?)
[Making an edit, this was a 4 before, so it's investigation 4 or perception 10]
Realizing there is nothing useful in his cell to help him escape, Daryan slumps back on his cot again with a tired sigh, trying to preserve strength for when he could do something productive, focusing now on fighting off the torturous hunger. The ones in the other cells seemed to be in better shape and he catches talk about a lockpick in one of the cells, and some stones lying around, and even a tunnel leading out from one of the cells. What was this? A madmans game where some very disparate prisoners must cooperate to regain their freedom. He didn't particularly like the idea of being anyones plaything but he had to get out and there was only one way to do that, together with these people locked up with him, so he waited and hoped the lockpick would reach his hands eventually. "If you can send that lockpick over here I'm certain I will be able to make good use of it." He calls out to the cell from which Sylvania had spoken.
The ringing in Sylviana’s ears is debilitating. She jumps reactively from her hunched position and covers her ears. After verifying that she wasn’t hemorrhaging blood from her ears, the pixie sits down and rests for a moment, her strength beginning to enter one of its waning periods. After a few deep breaths and a few moments of rest, she stands up and examines the newly formed cracks in the box’s wall.
Finally feeling constitutionally sound enough to speak, Syl looks over to Ekant and Bambotta, saying, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Freeing a pixie is good luck!” She flashes a smile that bears the slightest trace of mischief, before returning her focus to the cracked glass.
“Now, if I can just get enough force, maybe I can break this open! Hee hee!” Standing in the middle of the box, the little fey charges toward the glass and attempts to kick near the cracked area. Feeling even weaker than usual, she clings to hope that her attack will suffice to break the glass.
(I’m guessing a kick pulls off strength, but I’ll give you the STR and DEX mods just in case!)
Attack roll: 17 (if STR attack subtract 3, if DEX add 3)
Walks in [insert absurd situation].
Honorary Leader in the Pixie Peewee Powderpuff Pals!
*When BOAGRIUS sees how quickly and pathetically Crunch gives up his effort to free himself from his shackles, his face turns blood red and his adrenaline spikes all the way up. BOAGRIUS did not see Hoot free himself from his chains but he heard the struggle and the pain. BOAGRIUS admires Hoot, his resilience and his determination. When it comes to Crunch, not so much.*
BOAGRIUS: Are you being serious!? That's it? That's all you got, Crunch? A few halfhearted tugs and you're done trying to free yourself? Where is your character? Where is your fighting spirit? What of your grit and perseverance. Have you no gumption? Have you no warrior instinct within you? Have you no courage and resolve? Did you not witness the momentary torture and contortion that Hoot put himslef through to free himself... to free US!? That's just it. If you don't do it for yourself, do it for us! Where is your moral fiber? Show us your mettle!
*BOAGRIUS is properly raging now! Very few things make BOAGRIUS as angry as seeing a person with no tenacity depend on others. His militant mindset is creeping out.*
BOAGRIUS: I understand you are hungry and weak! BOAGRIUS hungry and weak too! We all hungry and weak but fight through the pain, comrade! Your kenku brother did it! You can too! Bleed if you have to! Bleeding is glorious!
*In an attempt to inspire Crunch to try harder so he can help everyone escape, BOAGRIUS begins doing what he does best... he rages! His militaristic and champion past has taught him that when in doubt, just be loud and aggressive! He begins grunting, banging on his massive chest, and shaking the old, dusty, rusty bars of his cell while screaming...
BOAGRIUS: You can do this Crunch! Free yourself from your shackles! Help us escape! Show us what you're made of!
(OOC I will make 2 checks, one for persuasion/performance to see if BOAGRIUS succesfully motivated crunch to free himself and the other a simple strength check just on the off-chance that BOAGRIUS raw aggression and shaking can loosen or even unhinge one of the bars. BOAGRIUS is raging at this point so i will do this with adv.)
Performance: 21
[Tooltip Not Found] check with [Tooltip Not Found] adv: 12
Ilithienne stays in her cell carefully watching the development. The pixie may be freed, the lockpick... Things are looking good, and when they do is when everything falls down.
Almost impatiently she hears the voices coming from the other cells. She knows she needs to wait. Perhaps their belongings are nearby... or at least the guards could be overwhelmed if everyone is free. The voices...
- Keep quiet you fools. - she speaks angrily - Don't you remember we are in prison? Somebody has put us here and I guarantee they are not that far.
She keeps in the back of her cell weighting the shiv in her hand and waiting for a chance to get out of the cell.
"I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me..."
Cell Block X has indeed turned into a very loud place. The prison reverberates with the sounds of rock mashing powerfully against steel. BOAGRIUS' booming voice echoes through the cells as he exclaims loudly, doing his best to employ military screaming tactics to hype up his feeble-minded Kenku jailbird. On the other end of the cell block, the repeated sounds of Sylviana's tiny legs striking the glass that keeps her a prisoner. While all of this commotion goes on around her, Ilithienne has a surge of indignation come over her! What are they doing? Why are they being so loud? Do they forget we're prisoners? Finally, she speaks up...
"Keep quiet you fools. Don't you remember we are in prison? Somebody has put us here and I guarantee they are not that far."
She makes a very valid statement but it seems to go unnoticed by the others. She scoffs and shakes her head. The only one that seems to acknowledge her savvy point is O-Ren. The two share a familiar glance. Then Ilithienne sees it. There they are again! O-Ren's eyes! Ilithienne becomes mesmerized yet again. They are entrancing. Captivating. Hypnotizing. Alluring and prepossessing... yet slightly unnatural and overawing. Ilithienne can't look away. Even if she could, she wouldn't. She stares at O-Ren's glassy, bewitching, golden eyes. She notes the elongated vertical pupil and the gleaming shine of the golden vessels around it. Ilithienne feels as her heartbeat rises dramatically. I have seen those eyes before... I am sure of it, she thinks to herself. But where? When? Ilithienne feels an uncanny semblance of familiarity but can't pinpoint exactly why.
CRASH!
The tumultuous sound of glass shattering! Could it be? Did Sylviana manage to escape? The sound interrupts her concentration and when she looks back at O-Ren, the eyes have yet again gone back to normal. No longer enthralling. No longer unnerving.
Meanwhile, inside Daryan's prison he finds himself slumped over with both hands holding his rumbling stomach. How long has he been locked in here for? How much longer can he go without food? His hunger only grows exponentially and if he doesn't get out of here soon, he fears he might pass out from starvation. He's in bad shape. Perhaps more so than anyone else here. Daryan sits with his back against the sharp, grainy, cold walls of his cell and spaces off-- staring as Bambotta makes remarkable progress with his rock and his chain. He commends Bambotta for his resourcefulness and his drive to try anything to escape his shackles. He watches as Bambotta raises his fist-sized breccia rock and smashes it hard against his ankle lock. BAM! BAM! Daryan observes as the rock chips slightly and the lock gets slightly bent. If any of those strikes were even one inch off, Bambotta's ankles would've been smashed with the heavy stone instead. Woah. Bambotta seems to have excellent hand-eye coordination, Daryan thinks to himself as his stomach shrinks even more. Daryan is happy that his prison-mate seems to be having success but he doesn't quite have the energy to say anything. In fact, he doesn't quite have the energy to do much of anything anymore. Suddenly, even sitting up is too burdensome. He needs to lay down. He needs to shut his eyes. Daryan is quite taken aback by his own miserable condition. He can hardly recall a time when his body was shutting down to this degree. His breaths slowly shorten and his consciousness slowly fades when suddenly...
I said get up! Your work is not done!
It is you, Daryan! You are the one!
You are the bond! The culmination!
Be strong for your strength will spread to those who are worthy!
With this message lodged in his brain, Daryan jolts awake! Be strong for your strength will spread to those who are worthy! As Daryan contemplates this statement, he looks on as Bambotta with one final, precise, powerful strike connects with his ankle lock and hits it with such barbarian ferocity that the stone explodes in his bloody palm and the ankle lock snaps in two! Bambotta has smashes open his restraints! Daryan, suddenly feeling reinvigorated, sits up and smiles at Bambotta's success. Be strong, he thinks one more time, for your strength will spread to those who are worthy. Bambotta is worthy.
Just as the thought enters his head...
CRASH!
That same sound of shattering glass...
Meanwhile, Hoot-- the first to have freed himself from his shackles-- enters the darkness of his newfound tunnel. A quick, glancing investigation doesn't teach him much about it but he quickly crawls all the way across and dislodges the trap door of the tunnel. He then pulls himself out of the burrow and approaches Crunch, who has stopped trying to fiddle with his ankle lock. From this close, it occurs to Hoot that Crunch is rather large for a Kenku. He might even be the biggest Kenku that Hoot has ever seen. This might prove challenging when it comes to slipping out of the ankle restraints, of course, but Hoot's resolve will not be broken. In his mind, Crunch WILL be freed from his restraints. No matter what.
Hoot glances at BOAGRIUS quickly, for the first time. A massive mountain of a man. Not a man. A goliath. His voice is booming and he sounds large but the sight of him reveals him to be much bigger than initially anticipated. He is menacing. He looks particularly menacing as he hollers in his cage and shakes the bars uncontrollably. The firm bars rattle but don't appear to be giving way any time soon. If he was trying to shake them loose, he has failed. If he was trying to lead by example and raise the morale and motivation of Crunch, however, he appears to have succeeded. Crunch at the sight of his fellow Kenku successfully enter his prison cell-- free of restraints-- combined with BOAGRIUS' masterful incitement speaks up.
"Hello Hoot! Nice to meet." They shake feathery hands. Hoot notes the cold, callous, damp feel of Crunch's hand. "I ready. We do this now." As he says this, Crunch sits down and takes hold of his ankle. Hoot kneels besides him and does his best to hold the circular restraints as open as possible while Crunch wiggles his foot. Crunch twists and contorts as best he can with very little success. "Spit on it" Crunch says which is weird but a bird's gotta do what a bird's gotta do. Hoot obliges and Crunch uses the lubrication to slip his foot slightly but the joints in his talons prevent him from escaping further. That's when Hoot notices what Crunch is failing to do. Crunch doesn't appear to be willing to bleed for his escape. He often stops his pulling and contorting when the metal starts to dig into his scaly skin. As Hoot notices this, BOAGRIUS' voice booms in the background, "Bleed if you have to! Bleeding is glorious!"
Still, Crunch seems to be unwilling to do so. Simple solution, Hoot thinks to himself. Crunch continues to struggle, tug, pull, and bend but when he gets close to lacerating skin he chickens out. Then, Hoot acts... the next time that Crunch gets his foot halfway out but is stopped by pain, Hoot helps him out by YANKING the chain! It works! Crunch is free of his restraints! Hoot's initiative worked but Crunch doesn't like it! "OUCH!" he bellows as he holds his now bleeding ankle. At that point, Hoot notices something strange... Crunch's blood is not red. It is black.
Crunch notices his fellow Kenku noticing this. The two make eye contact but before either one can say anything...
CRASH!
[OOC: Worldwind, can you have Hoot make a Religion or History check (your choice) to see what he can recall about individuals whose blood is black. Surely, the Church of Kelemvor taught him about this.]
Finally, we arrive at the scene of the CRASH that lodged it's way into the events happening in Cell Block X.
Sylviana Silverwood finds herself in her glass prison feeling weaker than usual. Regardless, the wall of her prison box should be vulnerable enough now that despite her rough shape, she might still be able to shatter it. She stands in the middle of her box, takes a deep breath, exhales slowly... and begins her charge. She sprints as fast as her little legs will allow and when she nears the glass, she extends her tiny leg and makes contact with the glass. The crack widens. It's working! she exclaims in her head. Again!
She hurries back and repeats the movement. The crack widens even more. Again! The crack spreads! Again! Crack gets bigger. She's making progress! Feeling optimistic and suddenly energetic, Syl makes her way to the opposite end of the prison box and charges twice the distance. This is it. I can feel it! She sprints across the length of her entire glass prison and instead of one outstretched leg this time, Syl leaps in the air and crashes both legs against the glass. A powerful, rocket of a dropkick against the glass!
CRASH!
The glass explodes into a thousand sharp pieces! Syl's tiny body goes flying through it and as she does, hundreds of fragments lodge themselves into her soles, ankles, and legs. She thumps hard into the cold, uninviting prison floor and as she groans in pain she stares up as thousands of sharp, glass pieces rain down on her cutting into her exquisite, smooth skin. The edges of fractured glass slice into her arms, ribs, hips, and thighs. The larger shards explode upon impact with the hard floor and blow up into splinters that attack her from all sides. She exclaims loudly and as she holds her lips open to do so, sharp flakes of glass dust enter her mouth and throat, slicing her from the inside. She begins choking and coughing which only makes matters worse-- she begins spitting up blood. As she undergoes this physical pain, an especially pointy fragment of glass shakes above her head. It's still attached to the rest of the glass box but only just. She looks up just in time to see the fragment split from the rest of the glass wall and fall right in between her eyes... she needs to roll out of the way!
[OOC: Syl takes a 1d4 of damage and needs to make a DEX saving throw to roll out of the way. Best of luck to you William]
Be Kind. Be Patient. Be Understanding.
Bambotta stares in amazement. Unbelieving. His leg is free!
Dropping forgotten from numb, tingling fingers, the bloody and broken stone falls to the to the floor with an audible clack.
"It worked! It broke!"
He looks up and scans the faces across from him. Seeking witness. His gaze meet Daryan's. The smile.
Bambotta makes eye contact. As Daryan watches a primitive and icy fire ignites in Bambotta's eyes. A wide grin, toothy and animalistic and grim, spreads across his face. Taut as a bowstring.
His hand, now clenched into a large fist, drips blood unnoticed onto the cracked stone shards. Splattering his bare foot. Crimson on pale skin.
The instant holds breathlessly. It is that smile? Is it a grimace? Or both?
CRASH!
A loud smashing and crashing breaks the moment. The grin drops. The fire remains.
Snapping his head toward the sound, Bambotta sees the source.
"It's The Fu-Engi! Smashing against her glass! And it's cracking!"
Instantly, a fear grows in his chest. His heart skips a beat. Lodged in his throat. Breathless.
"The glass!"
He looks on helplessly, wordlessly, as the Fu-Engi gathers herself for a final effort.
She rushes across her glass prison and sends herself flying through the air in an impressively delivered drop kick. And it connects. Solidly.
CRASH!!!
The glass shatters all around her. Flying in a shimmering cloud of dagger sharp shrapnel. Bambotta is reminded, for an instant, of the gold and silver glitter of the Fu-Engi's dust. But now lethal. And real. Surreal.
He strains his eyes and watches aghast as she comes crashing to the hard stone floor amidst a thousand razors.
He gasps. Wide eyed.
And he cries,
"The Fu-Engi!!!"
Bambotta grasps the bars in both hands. Squeezing. His anger building at this impossible situation.
Warm, red blood runs down the cold iron bar, leaking from his bloody fist, as the familiar chill of fury builds in a haze behind his piercing blue eyes. His vision clouds red as his rage rises triumphantly from his throat where it has now joyously escaped the bonds of his fiercely thumping heart. Free at last! Insistent and unstoppable! It passes through his lips. Sliding effortlessly between the locked bars of his clenched teeth to echo, freely, off the walls of the cell block. A long growl rumbling from deep within. Rising. Growing.
As the guttural sound builds, Bambotta begins shaking his bars in his frustration. Slowly at first. But growing in intensity. Along with the growl. Until, finally, his teeth part. He throws his head back and the long growl gives bloody birth to a raw, primeval scream that vibrates the very walls of the cell block, echoing here and there. Exhaustion falls away as he wrenches at the bars harder and harder and harder.
"GRRRRRRRRRWWWHHHHHRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
The bars rattle loudly. His muscles rise and tense. Corded. Stressed. Steel bands of flesh writhing beneath dusty skin.
(OOC. I'm busting out of this joint. Going into a rage.)
Strength check 19
Religion check to see what Hoot can recall about individuals whose blood is black: 4 (let me know if there's any bonus or advantage in case the thing is somehow related to Kelemvor)
[OOC: I'll add Hoot's reaction in a separate post once I know a bit more about what is going on]
“Almost there, Syl. You can do it!” Ekant’s green eyes light up with hope as he watches the crack on the glass box slowly expands with the force of the pixie’s kicks. He hears roaring from BOAGRIUS’ cell, the thunderous, reverberating sound rattling the whole block, and the repeated pounding from Bambotta’s stone. He thinks Ilithienne has a point that they should keep their voice down, but the young ranger couldn’t help his excitement when he sees Syl breaks out of her glass confinement, which quickly turns to worry.
“No, Syl, watch out!” Ekant calls out urgently, his smooth voice tinged with concern. The glass box explodes in a shower of glittering shards, cutting Syl on her way down. Unable to help her, Ekant tugs on his ankle chain uselessly. Bambotta had broken his, so there must be a weakness. But Bambotta seems much stronger than he is, still, he grits his teeth and tries, knowing he’d be too late regardless.
Strength (with disadvantage): 1
When the Bambotta's animalistic roar fills the air she no longer has any doubts.
"That one has to be a barbarian..." she points out quietly shaking her head in disbelief. "The only worse it could be is if he got any bells to ring or fire to burn... Goddess, help us..." she ends looking at Tisiphone. She closes her eyes for a moment.
The eyes...
O-Ren's eyes... Was it hunger? Or did I see it? Those golden eyes... Like a snake? Is it possible? Or is it my imagination? she thinks gripping the shiv tightly. Something is not right.
She stands proudly, despite being naked. Ilithienne conserves her energy. She knows she is not strong enough to break the lock. Your strength is precious. Save it until it is really needed. Be focused. Be aware of the surroundings. The enemies are coming. Feel them. She hears her mothers words. You may be a monster, but you are not stupid, mother.
"I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me..."
Somehow feeling reinvigorated, slowly standing up and coming up to the bars of his cell, Daryan watches with an incredulous smile as the tall muscular young man in the cell across on his right manages to break free of his shackles and then seemingly tries to break out of his cell by bending the bars, screaming loudly as he does. He then glances over towards the voice of the drow on his right. "And which goddess would that be Ilithienne?" He asks softly, a smile tugging at his lips. The pale white-haired half-elf then looks over to the right end of the corridor, hoping to catch view of the fairy sliding the lock pick his way, meanwhile contemplating the words spoken in his mind. They didn't make much sense to him, but maybe he would reach some kind of enlightenment in time.
Gagging from the pain, the hunger, and the exhaustion, Syl summons all of her might and tries to dodge out of the way!
19
Walks in [insert absurd situation].
Honorary Leader in the Pixie Peewee Powderpuff Pals!
Tisiphone stands at the bars of her cell, taking in information. Cataloguing. What else can she do? She can feel in her soul that she can't access any magic, she can't even manage to say anything helpful or inspiring without that little bit of magic backing her up. With an empty cell and nothing to offer Tisiphone feels her empty stomach drop. Like a black pit in her torso. What if she can't get out of here?
Bambotta is right, we need to work as a team. At least the others have made some progress and it sounds like Hoot managed to break Crunch out! And the pixie is free! But - oh! I wish I could see what's going on all the way down there!
Tisiphone waits. Her heart in her throat. She hasn't seen the pixie but she feels as if Syl would be beautiful and splendid and wonderful.
When all seems well again Tisiphone pipes up, "Well done everyone! This is great progress!" Tisiphone says softly and warmly.
She peers down the hallway at Ilithienne who she notices is looking straight back at her. If the others accept the drow, they may accept a tiefling too. There is something to be said about the shared feeling of people assuming the worst of you because of your heritage. She smiles at the drow, her eyes shining with longing for understanding. Maybe we'll be friends someday, if we get out. When we get out. And she is right. Just because we can't see the guards doesn't mean that they aren't there... Someone had to roll in that boulder and put us here to begin with. Tisiphone averts her gaze from the drow woman, trying to steer her mind back to the task at hand.
[OCC: may I make an intelligence check to see if Tisiphone can think of any connections between O'Ren's story, the boulder, the Raven Queen and the random objects that the others have found?] Intelligence: 12
On a quest for exciting stories and moments of character development.
As if struck by a stone Ilithienne breaks the eye contact with Tisiphone. Did I really spoke that aloud?
"Do you really think this is the time to discus faith?" She asks angrily hearing Daryan, but a second later her face changes. There was no poison in his words. Perhaps he is just curious. Curious and cautious.
"I am sorry... " she begins "I can only imagine what you can think of drow religion and faith..." She speaks sadly, with some faint sad tone in her voice but a moment later she raises her head and her tone changes.
"I worship the Dark Maiden" she speaks proudly, as if challenging anyone to deny her this right "and I will do so till my last breath".
"I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me..."
"No need to apologize to one such as me Ilithienne, you'll have to forgive me for prying, I've heard her worshipers singing and dancing under the full moon is quite enchanting to behold, I hope I live long enough to enjoy that some night." The white-haired half-elf softly answers the drow in the next cell. "You are right of course though, this is not the time to lose focus, but there is nothing to be gained by being discreet any longer I think..." He says, glancing over at the tall muscular young man in the cell across on his right. "...and If someone heard us and would come here and investigate I suppose they would have done so by now so my guess is that we're in no immediate hurry. I'm not nearly as strong as Bambotta over there and I would prefer to save the little strength I still have for when it counts so I'm putting my faith in having that lockpick coming this way eventually."
Insight to realize something is off with O-Ren: 23
Perception to notice the black blood pouring out of Crunch: 7
"She sounds wonderful," Tisiphone says softly, almost to herself. I wonder what Oghma's teachings say about this god? Tisiphone thinks back, trying to remember anything she might know about this god and their alignment. religion 10
"O’Ren, did you and Crunch know each other before this place? You seem to speak with some familiarity.” Tisiphone says slowly and clearly. That commanding tone that she spoke to Crunch with was unexpected, especially after the wailing that woke us. “Do you have any ideas now that you’re thinking clearer or remember anything that could help us?"
She must have some kind of insider knowledge, if she’s been here before. But if she’s escaped and been dragged back, what hope do we have? Tisiphone’s thoughts twist with apprehension and fear as she wrestles with her hope. But O’Ren did escape. That’s what sets her apart from the rest of us. What if we can’t trust even her - she was the one who woke us.
On a quest for exciting stories and moments of character development.
"You are not the only one..." Ilithienne says quietly hearing the rumbling in the other cells. When Tisiphone speaks to O-Ren, she glances at the half-elf discreetly.
[Tooltip Not Found] or Insight 10 (both have the same mods)
There is something I am missing. Is she hiding anything? We all are... But perhaps it's not the way it seems to be?
Her thoughts are racing through her mind. She hopes to be ready whenever somebody comes down the hall or anyone opens her cell door and frees her.
"I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me..."