My melodious friend! Your words carry the tune of reason, and courage fills you completely. Yet, let us not forget the essence of our calling as heroes!
The liberation of captives is a noble quest, a beacon of goodness in this dark dungeon. We must free those poor souls!
As for Mhurren, well, he may have the strength of a thousand ogres, but when it comes to matters of the mind, I fear he's as sharp as a spoon. Imagine him sitting upon the very thing we seek, unaware of its true worth, using it as nothing more than a footrest!
These Zhentarim, nefarious as they are, won't sit idle forever. Given the chance, they will vanish into the shadows with their ill-gotten gains, leaving us with naught a coin nor heroic tale.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
"So, in there, in the service of that half-orc with delusions of grandeur, there are twelve of us - actually ten" he corrects himself "since I'm leaving and you've already killed Tobias. From the hole that I and I were guarding Tobias you will come out in a corridor of the base. From there, going to the right you can find the kitchens, maybe something to eat... or maybe some of us eating. We work shifts all day between surveillance and rest, so you are likely to always find someone who eats. And in a closet we have a handful of prisoners. Slaves, you know, something like that. It's a trade that still pays off. Going to the left you'll arrive at the dormitory instead. Because of the shifts, you should find some of us sleeping. Continuing, you will arrive at the guard room, that of those who guard the main access. There are always four of them there... but with their eyes fixed on the main entrance; coming from inside you should surprise them. From that room, continuing straight, you arrive where is the throne. Need I tell you who took that room as his own? That's right! The so beloved Mhurren Flick!”
During Björns lengthy description on the layout of the caverns below, Nim sat cross legged on the floor scrawling away on parchment with a quill, tongue sticking out in concentration, making a sketch of the layout in as much detail as possible. making notes on guard positions and timings as Björn describes them.
"So its settled? We go right to the kitchens, deal with the Zhentarim there, and free the slaves. We will need to be sure to have a rear guard at the hole so that we do not get cut off from the route out." Once Bjorn is out of sight, we can use Daisy's rope to once again descend and travel the passageway quickly. As we round the corner, and see Daisy's work. "Oh well done, this will be very useful. Daisy, we now know where the Zhentarim are likely to be. To the right at the top are kitchens and there are slaves stored in rooms off the kitchen. Our first goal is to remove the Zhentarim in the kitchen, hopefully as quickly and as quietly as possible, and free the slaves. Maybe one of them holds the key to Dobbian's return."
"While I have decent elven 'quiet' movement, I only have 'lethal' spells left; nothing like a sleep or friendship spell. For all that, I probably do more consistant damage with my shortbow than with my cantrips and spells right now. I can hold a position that will allow me to cover the eatery doorway, the corridor and possible any 'surprise' guests walking into the area. Somebody else will have to sleep or bop on the head those in the eating area." Tarysaa said all this while making her way toward the den breech and preparing her shortbow and quiver.
"I do worry though. From what Bjorn said," she makes a bit of a sour face even speaking that name, "he did say there were 'some' who were loyal to half-orc. MAYBE, the others are like that kid and are not really happy working for the whip master and will 'just' leave?" She shrugs at the thought. "At least maybe the released prisoners will make a distraction so we can pick our targets IF the guards are alerted?"
My elven friend, I'm sure your prowess in silently cutting down foes is as majestic as the mighty contents of a boundless barrel, brimming with endless potential and power!
The audacious plan we have set forth might not align entirely with my personal inclinations, but fear not! No, I am no whisperer of shadows, nor one to tiptoe upon the gentle blades of secrecy. My exuberance echoes loudly, and my words resonate with a thunderous boom!
But I have faith in Nimblestep! How could I not! Hahahahaha! He is after all a master of all things 'C' a cartographer and a cutthroat!
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
Thanks to Daisy's improvised earth steps, you have no problem reaching the hole and crossing it. You thus find yourself inside an underground complex with carved stone floors, walls and ceilings. The walls are ancient, but in good condition, the floor is reasonably clean. When not otherwise specified, ceiling height is 10'. The corridor is not lit, so those without darkvision will have either to lit a light source or to keep in close contact with the others and follow blindly (OOC: If you use light sources, tell me please).
As you was expecting, you are in the middle of a corridor. Follow it to your right (north) and continue as it curves to the west.
Currentmarching order (unless you want to change it):
ArdanaClas DaisyTarysaa Nimblestep Ilwythe
As you was expecting, you are in the middle of a corridor. Follow it to your right (north) and continue as it curves to the west.
Eventually the corridor ends and there is a quite ordinary wooden door to the south.
Those who are able to see please roll a Perception check.
"While I have decent elven 'quiet' movement, I only have 'lethal' spells left; nothing like a sleep or friendship spell.
Nim excitedly turns to Taryssa and exclaims:
”Oh it’s a slumber you wish for! I’m delighted to say I am well versed in putting people to sleep. Not with my usual songs of course, those only enchant and mystify!”
Here Nim rambles on unnecessarily about the validity of his prowess as an artist and a songwriter before getting himself back on track.
”But of course I have an enchanted lullaby that may render our foes unconscious.”
(OOC: Nim refers here to his sleep spell. Which he can cast using his enchanted lute, an important family heirloom that acts as an arcane focus for his bardic magic when played.)
During the trek back down into the darkness. Nim huddles closely behind Daisy with one arm cradled around his precious lute to protect it shall he trip, and the other hand clutching onto the back of Daisy’s skirts or cape to guide himself through the unseeing darkness.
He thinks to himself:
’I bloody hope at least someone here has a nothing of where on earth we’re going! A little candle light wouldn’t hurt I suppose…’
Oh, yes, I was forgetting Tobias' torch... there is a lit torch just at the edge of the hole, if someone wants to take it. I don't know if you prefer to use light or wander in darkness...
Ah, behold the resplendent brilliance of a torch! Nay, we shall not cloak ourselves in the guise of blindness, for we are bearers of boundless vision! Neither shall we obscure the path of others, for our radiance seeks not to blind but to illuminate!
Would you, my esteemed companions, prefer to walk ever so slightly ahead, allowing the luminance I, the indomitable one, cast upon this world, to caress your steps in its triumphant splendor? Hahahahaha! Or perhaps I shall walk ahead, and you follow in the wake of enigmatic shadows?
Clas allows the party to walk past him, bringing up the rear and making sure to keep everyone who wishes out of the light.
As the party gathers 'round the door, Clas takes a strategic step backward, ensuring that the effervescent glow of light does not betray our presence. Like a vigilant sentinel, he turns his attention towards the path we had traversed, ever watchful and resolute.
Clas, like a sage, holds his tongue, letting silence speak volumes.
The soft clanking of armor hides the stumbles Tarysaa experienced as the group cluster skulked down the corridor. 'Get your focus BACK, silly elf,' she told herself as she tried looking everywhere at once with her shortbow at the ready. Coming upon the closed door, she turned to Nimblestep and whispered, "Can you quietly open it and peek inside or do we kick it in and take the split second advantage to stun/sleep them all?"
"Slaves!?" Daisy spits, hearing Ardana's report. "Well, I don't feel so bad how that one ended, then."The dwarf straps her shield back onto her forearm and and retrieves her staff. "Lead the way,"she adds. Before ascending the dirt steps, she gathers a few more small pieces of the crumbled stone that crushed the insect-like creature.
As the group makes their way to the first corridor, Daisy feels a tug at cloak. She glances back to find the halfling clutching the corner. "Do you normally hide behind ladies?" she asks, stifling a chuckle.
(Stealth 8, Perception Nat 1/4 total. Ooof. Bad rolls all around)
(OOC: Is Clas holding the torch in his righ hand or in his left? And in the other hand is he keeping the weapon or the shield? Forgive me, I'm a curious woman...)
The occasional noises that the party can't help but make as they progress don't seem to raise any alarms at all...
Once near the door, there is one thing Tarysaa and Nimblestep notice:
The west wall is quite different from the other walls of the complex - the stone is of a different type and also the size of the blocks. You can roll for Investigation (if you want) to see if you deduce anything particular from this.
My melodious friend! Your words carry the tune of reason, and courage fills you completely. Yet, let us not forget the essence of our calling as heroes!
The liberation of captives is a noble quest, a beacon of goodness in this dark dungeon. We must free those poor souls!
As for Mhurren, well, he may have the strength of a thousand ogres, but when it comes to matters of the mind, I fear he's as sharp as a spoon. Imagine him sitting upon the very thing we seek, unaware of its true worth, using it as nothing more than a footrest!
These Zhentarim, nefarious as they are, won't sit idle forever. Given the chance, they will vanish into the shadows with their ill-gotten gains, leaving us with naught a coin nor heroic tale.
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
"So, in there, in the service of that half-orc with delusions of grandeur, there are twelve of us - actually ten" he corrects himself "since I'm leaving and you've already killed Tobias. From the hole that I and I were guarding Tobias you will come out in a corridor of the base. From there, going to the right you can find the kitchens, maybe something to eat... or maybe some of us eating. We work shifts all day between surveillance and rest, so you are likely to always find someone who eats. And in a closet we have a handful of prisoners. Slaves, you know, something like that. It's a trade that still pays off. Going to the left you'll arrive at the dormitory instead. Because of the shifts, you should find some of us sleeping. Continuing, you will arrive at the guard room, that of those who guard the main access. There are always four of them there... but with their eyes fixed on the main entrance; coming from inside you should surprise them. From that room, continuing straight, you arrive where is the throne. Need I tell you who took that room as his own? That's right! The so beloved Mhurren Flick!”
During Björns lengthy description on the layout of the caverns below, Nim sat cross legged on the floor scrawling away on parchment with a quill, tongue sticking out in concentration, making a sketch of the layout in as much detail as possible.
making notes on guard positions and timings as Björn describes them.
"So its settled? We go right to the kitchens, deal with the Zhentarim there, and free the slaves. We will need to be sure to have a rear guard at the hole so that we do not get cut off from the route out." Once Bjorn is out of sight, we can use Daisy's rope to once again descend and travel the passageway quickly. As we round the corner, and see Daisy's work. "Oh well done, this will be very useful. Daisy, we now know where the Zhentarim are likely to be. To the right at the top are kitchens and there are slaves stored in rooms off the kitchen. Our first goal is to remove the Zhentarim in the kitchen, hopefully as quickly and as quietly as possible, and free the slaves. Maybe one of them holds the key to Dobbian's return."
"While I have decent elven 'quiet' movement, I only have 'lethal' spells left; nothing like a sleep or friendship spell. For all that, I probably do more consistant damage with my shortbow than with my cantrips and spells right now. I can hold a position that will allow me to cover the eatery doorway, the corridor and possible any 'surprise' guests walking into the area. Somebody else will have to sleep or bop on the head those in the eating area." Tarysaa said all this while making her way toward the den breech and preparing her shortbow and quiver.
"I do worry though. From what Bjorn said," she makes a bit of a sour face even speaking that name, "he did say there were 'some' who were loyal to half-orc. MAYBE, the others are like that kid and are not really happy working for the whip master and will 'just' leave?" She shrugs at the thought. "At least maybe the released prisoners will make a distraction so we can pick our targets IF the guards are alerted?"
My elven friend, I'm sure your prowess in silently cutting down foes is as majestic as the mighty contents of a boundless barrel, brimming with endless potential and power!
The audacious plan we have set forth might not align entirely with my personal inclinations, but fear not! No, I am no whisperer of shadows, nor one to tiptoe upon the gentle blades of secrecy. My exuberance echoes loudly, and my words resonate with a thunderous boom!
But I have faith in Nimblestep! How could I not! Hahahahaha! He is after all a master of all things 'C' a cartographer and a cutthroat!
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
Thanks to Daisy's improvised earth steps, you have no problem reaching the hole and crossing it. You thus find yourself inside an underground complex with carved stone floors, walls and ceilings. The walls are ancient, but in good condition, the floor is reasonably clean. When not otherwise specified, ceiling height is 10'. The corridor is not lit, so those without darkvision will have either to lit a light source or to keep in close contact with the others and follow blindly (OOC: If you use light sources, tell me please).
As you was expecting, you are in the middle of a corridor. Follow it to your right (north) and continue as it curves to the west.
Currentmarching order (unless you want to change it):
Ardana Clas
Daisy Tarysaa
Nimblestep Ilwythe
As you was expecting, you are in the middle of a corridor. Follow it to your right (north) and continue as it curves to the west.
Eventually the corridor ends and there is a quite ordinary wooden door to the south.
Those who are able to see please roll a Perception check.
Nim excitedly turns to Taryssa and exclaims:
”Oh it’s a slumber you wish for! I’m delighted to say I am well versed in putting people to sleep. Not with my usual songs of course, those only enchant and mystify!”
Here Nim rambles on unnecessarily about the validity of his prowess as an artist and a songwriter before getting himself back on track.
”But of course I have an enchanted lullaby that may render our foes unconscious.”
(OOC: Nim refers here to his sleep spell. Which he can cast using his enchanted lute, an important family heirloom that acts as an arcane focus for his bardic magic when played.)
During the trek back down into the darkness. Nim huddles closely behind Daisy with one arm cradled around his precious lute to protect it shall he trip, and the other hand clutching onto the back of Daisy’s skirts or cape to guide himself through the unseeing darkness.
He thinks to himself:
’I bloody hope at least someone here has a nothing of where on earth we’re going! A little candle light wouldn’t hurt I suppose…’
Oh, yes, I was forgetting Tobias' torch... there is a lit torch just at the edge of the hole, if someone wants to take it. I don't know if you prefer to use light or wander in darkness...
Clas picks up the lit torch to carry.
Ah, behold the resplendent brilliance of a torch! Nay, we shall not cloak ourselves in the guise of blindness, for we are bearers of boundless vision! Neither shall we obscure the path of others, for our radiance seeks not to blind but to illuminate!
Would you, my esteemed companions, prefer to walk ever so slightly ahead, allowing the luminance I, the indomitable one, cast upon this world, to caress your steps in its triumphant splendor? Hahahahaha! Or perhaps I shall walk ahead, and you follow in the wake of enigmatic shadows?
Clas allows the party to walk past him, bringing up the rear and making sure to keep everyone who wishes out of the light.
As the party gathers 'round the door, Clas takes a strategic step backward, ensuring that the effervescent glow of light does not betray our presence. Like a vigilant sentinel, he turns his attention towards the path we had traversed, ever watchful and resolute.
Clas, like a sage, holds his tongue, letting silence speak volumes.
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
Well, since one brings the torch, I think all can roll their Perception check once near the last door.
(OOC: should we at least try to be stealthy here?)
Perception: 8
Stealth (with disadvantage): 5
Game log Stealth (with disadvantage): 5
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
Stealth: 5
Perception: 17
Nimblestep checks
Stealth: 9
Perception: 11
(OOC: two of us wear chainmail which gives us disadvantage)
The soft clanking of armor hides the stumbles Tarysaa experienced as the group cluster skulked down the corridor. 'Get your focus BACK, silly elf,' she told herself as she tried looking everywhere at once with her shortbow at the ready. Coming upon the closed door, she turned to Nimblestep and whispered, "Can you quietly open it and peek inside or do we kick it in and take the split second advantage to stun/sleep them all?"
As the group makes their way to the first corridor, Daisy feels a tug at cloak. She glances back to find the halfling clutching the corner. "Do you normally hide behind ladies?" she asks, stifling a chuckle.
(OOC: Is Clas holding the torch in his righ hand or in his left? And in the other hand is he keeping the weapon or the shield? Forgive me, I'm a curious woman...)
The occasional noises that the party can't help but make as they progress don't seem to raise any alarms at all...
Once near the door, there is one thing Tarysaa and Nimblestep notice:
The west wall is quite different from the other walls of the complex - the stone is of a different type and also the size of the blocks. You can roll for Investigation (if you want) to see if you deduce anything particular from this.
Tarysaa >> Investigation: 18