On the one hand, he didn't get to eat. On the other hand, no fingers. For the moment, Werhann decides to consider this a good thing, even though his stomach aches for food. He had tried to take his mind off the hunger by focusing on other sensations, but none of them were preferable in any way.
The smell was not something he wished to concentrate on, though; tied to a rock like this for so long, some questions had unavoidably formed in his mind. Was something really rotting? Does it come from the creatures themselves or something else? With nothing to eat and a cover on his head, taste and sight were out of question. Sound? These creatures aren't exactly busy singing outside his door. The only sound to look for was the sound of the door's lock. But was it anticipation or dread that he felt?
Last was touch. But there wasn't much to touch around him, tied as he is (OOC: I assume). The rock beneath him. He knew many of its features well by now, but he could only reach a small area with his fingers. The problem was, concentrating on physical feeling often led to the unpleasant feeling of what was inside him. The coiling, this awful feeling.
Werhann can't help but wonder why he's even here. He tries to recall the circumstances that led to this situation. How did he get here? Did he see those who took him? They clearly want something from him, hence the disappointment. Searching for... something, but what? He wouldn't tell if asked, probably, but at least he'd know what he's up against.
In any case, now that they have left, Werhann focuses on whatever binds him to the rock (again, I assume). If those are ropes, then maybe, just maybe, he could cut them and break loose. Not now, not yet. No, he can't act too soon, but he needs to be ready for when the time comes. If those are sturdier, however, he might be helpless at the moment.
(OOC - Not sure how close the opponents are, but if less than 60 feet she will use the immediate movement granted to move to just at the edge of 60 feet)
Hearing Dev's song crescedo, Lokilia turns to confront their pursuers. She just hopes the orcish man might help them as well. She calls out to cast Faerie Fire so that the cube encompasses all three men. (DEX Save DC 13 or be outlined in blue light and Attacks have Advantage against them).
She then pulls three small stones from her pack, enchanting them with Magic Stone, even as she continues to move back some more. (up to her movement of 30 feet)
On the one hand, he didn't get to eat. On the other hand, no fingers. For the moment, Werhann decides to consider this a good thing, even though his stomach aches for food. He had tried to take his mind off the hunger by focusing on other sensations, but none of them were preferable in any way.
The smell was not something he wished to concentrate on, though; tied to a rock like this for so long, some questions had unavoidably formed in his mind. Was something really rotting? Does it come from the creatures themselves or something else? With nothing to eat and a cover on his head, taste and sight were out of question. Sound? These creatures aren't exactly busy singing outside his door. The only sound to look for was the sound of the door's lock. But was it anticipation or dread that he felt?
Last was touch. But there wasn't much to touch around him, tied as he is (OOC: I assume). The rock beneath him. He knew many of its features well by now, but he could only reach a small area with his fingers. The problem was, concentrating on physical feeling often led to the unpleasant feeling of what was inside him. The coiling, this awful feeling.
Werhann can't help but wonder why he's even here. He tries to recall the circumstances that led to this situation. How did he get here? Did he see those who took him? They clearly want something from him, hence the disappointment. Searching for... something, but what? He wouldn't tell if asked, probably, but at least he'd know what he's up against.
In any case, now that they have left, Werhann focuses on whatever binds him to the rock (again, I assume). If those are ropes, then maybe, just maybe, he could cut them and break loose. Not now, not yet. No, he can't act too soon, but he needs to be ready for when the time comes. If those are sturdier, however, he might be helpless at the moment.
Varielky | Werhann
(Lokilia Initiative: 21)
(OOC - Not sure how close the opponents are, but if less than 60 feet she will use the immediate movement granted to move to just at the edge of 60 feet)
Hearing Dev's song crescedo, Lokilia turns to confront their pursuers. She just hopes the orcish man might help them as well. She calls out to cast Faerie Fire so that the cube encompasses all three men. (DEX Save DC 13 or be outlined in blue light and Attacks have Advantage against them).
She then pulls three small stones from her pack, enchanting them with Magic Stone, even as she continues to move back some more. (up to her movement of 30 feet)
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