As it seems folk from the warehouse have emerged, Lokilia continues running, trying to find a good hiding spot. She knows there must be animals in this wood. If only she can find some hole or crevice to hide in. She doesn't care about getting dirty. Wildmother, please see me to safety.'
Poppy the mastiff definitely has Lokilias trail and whines and paws eager to follow her but the two men seem to think that they have already worked out where she went and drag the hound off to the SE to investigate the woods there while Lokilia finds a dry and shady perch within an ancient walnut tree and breathes a sigh of relief.
Breathing heavily, Lokilia tries to calm herself. Not really sure what to do next, all she knows is how tired she is. As mid-day passes and she hasn't had a bit of sleep all the previous night, she just hopes this spot is hidden enough to allow her time for rest. 'Thank you Wildmother,' she thinks as she settles in within the ancient tree. 'Please bring me the strength to help my friends when I wake.'
If at all possible, she attempts to take a long rest. Sleep of course wouldn't come easy as her mind wanders through the events. There's a pang of guilt that she's left her friends. Were they all even ok? Would they be dead by the time she awakes? If anything happened to Dev, how would she face his kind parents to tell them?
Normont is very confused. Leaving them with their gear just seemed foolish. Although, with the ease that they were captured, maybe they really had that much disdain for them.
He looks over to Dev and the others, "Well, at least they didn't get all of us. I know that didn't go well, but we have more information now. If we can just find a way...", he starts saying as he wriggles about testing his bonds.
When the blond man speaks, he stops shuffling. "Your sister?! I guess you annoy her too. What is going on here? Are these people really in league with dark powers?".
As he speaks, he discreetly removes the alert from his pistol.. He can't have that give him away later.
When Normont begins to speak with the blond-haired man, Dev turns to the other prisoners. Whoever’s eye he can catch, he asks, his voice, with its incredible underpinning of intensity, soft and subdued, his expression morose, “What are they going to do to us?”
Breathing heavily, Lokilia tries to calm herself. Not really sure what to do next, all she knows is how tired she is. As mid-day passes and she hasn't had a bit of sleep all the previous night, she just hopes this spot is hidden enough to allow her time for rest. 'Thank you Wildmother,' she thinks as she settles in within the ancient tree. 'Please bring me the strength to help my friends when I wake.'
If at all possible, she attempts to take a long rest. Sleep of course wouldn't come easy as her mind wanders through the events. There's a pang of guilt that she's left her friends. Were they all even ok? Would they be dead by the time she awakes? If anything happened to Dev, how would she face his kind parents to tell them?
Sleep finds her eventually in the Wildmothers embrace.....
Normont is very confused. Leaving them with their gear just seemed foolish. Although, with the ease that they were captured, maybe they really had that much disdain for them.
He looks over to Dev and the others, "Well, at least they didn't get all of us. I know that didn't go well, but we have more information now. If we can just find a way...", he starts saying as he wriggles about testing his bonds.
When the blond man speaks, he stops shuffling. "Your sister?! I guess you annoy her too. What is going on here? Are these people really in league with dark powers?".
As he speaks, he discreetly removes the alert from his pistol.. He can't have that give him away later.
" I'm not really sure myself. I discovered these crates of dead folk a week or so back while....sampling....some of the port exports."
" And honestly....kind of taken aback....not every day you find a bunch of dead folks in your backyard, so I tell Da and he cuffs me round head and tells me to go ask my sister, Sandra, about it. And so I do....but she's getting all sweaty with this half-elf fella and throws a hope-chest at me.....which...fair, I should have knocked."
" Anyway, later on she comes finds me with her hackles up and I ask her about the dead folks and she tells me they're necessary and I tell her its not right and I'm gonna tell someone she's playing silly buggers with corpses...and then someone hit me over head. And I woke up in cellar with this lot, Da came to see me and said he's very sorry but I was a big disappointment as a son anyway.....which, kinda hurt....but...fair."
" And then this morning we're all rounded up and brought here......and I get the distinct impression they're gonna kill us. And then you lot showed up, so I figure they're gonna kill you lot too."
When Normont begins to speak with the blond-haired man, Dev turns to the other prisoners. Whoever’s eye he can catch, he asks, his voice, with its incredible underpinning of intensity, soft and subdued, his expression morose, “What are they going to do to us?”
The old dwarven woman spoke up, " I think they're going to sacrifice us....though I'm not sure who to. The tall lass was talking about The Whispered One but that grey head pointy eared man said summit about a Crawling King or something."
She fixed Dev with a look, " I don't think they've much experience with this though. I've been taken prisoner a few times over my life, mainly duergar but a couple of times by humans and orcs......and this lot don't really seem to know what they're doing. My old Tom here has still got his tool pack on and none of your lot have been stripped of their gear and none of use are gagged to stop us conspiring."
Magnus groans as he opens his eyes again and looks around. Seeing most of his companions tied up and a few missing, "Well that could have gone better, seems I really pissed that one lady off when I mentioned I was from the Cobalt Soul. So Jasper, first things first, we need to get out of these bonds." At which point he will try and cast Mage Hand and use the hand to help anyone get out of their knots, hopefully without any guards seeing him do this.
If he is able to get free he will try and slowly, shuffling to others on his butt, acting like he is still tied up. And then use one of his daggers to help any others that need help escaping. Whispering to Jasper, "What do we do now? We need to get everyone out of here before they come back and then we need to alert the town. Obviously we need help dealing with this problem as they outnumber us at this compound. What is your take of the situation?"
[OOC: DM, let me know if you want me to roll anything for all the above.]
( Not great...but lets see. The workers are actively avoiding looking at you lot because they don't want to think about whats going to happen to you which leaves the the Ocici youngsters: they were super enthusiastic about the battle but this whole sitting and watching people is boring as hell....so lets see.
Magnus manages to free his own hands with Mage Hand is working on Jaspers when one of the half-elves sudden sits up and points at him, " You stop moving about!"
Magnus' hands are free, though the rope is still looped about them, the half-elf stares at him a moment more, " I'm watching you."
Normont listens intently to the blond man, "So you live here? You are a member of family Golador? What is your name?", he says contemplating. When asked about knots he replies, "Well I lost my dagger trying to sneak it to you lot, but they didn't take my tools, so getting out of these ropes is not an issue. Doing it without being spotted by...".
At this moment the Half-Elf stands and speaks to Magnus. He watches for any further action before breathing a sigh of relief and continuing.
"Anyway, if you are from here, you know this place well right? If we do get away, is there anywhere we can go to not be chased down. I am not the fastest".
Normont listens intently to the blond man, "So you live here? You are a member of family Golador? What is your name?", he says contemplating. When asked about knots he replies, "Well I lost my dagger trying to sneak it to you lot, but they didn't take my tools, so getting out of these ropes is not an issue. Doing it without being spotted by...".
At this moment the Half-Elf stands and speaks to Magnus. He watches for any further action before breathing a sigh of relief and continuing.
"Anyway, if you are from here, you know this place well right? If we do get away, is there anywhere we can go to not be chased down. I am not the fastest".
" Me? Oh, I'm Tyler Galador. The angry one is my sister Sandra."
" Yeah, I live here....well sometimes. Other times I'm in Westruun with Ma."
" I mean the woods aren't too far away behind the property.....pretty much every other direction is vineyards........ or sheep pastures if you cross the trade road."
" You guys are gonna take me with you, right?"
“Well, let me tell you what I know, okay? Sandy usually lives in Emon. She’s holed up now in a town called Drynna, do you know it? Once she finds us missing, I bet she will high-tailed it straight back to Drynna. That’s where I think she meets with the Ocici in the Remnant or whatever it is."
"We’ve always had a kinda strained but close relationship with this Ocici family. They’re a weird bunch; very straightforward and quick to get into trouble, but also very likely to stab someone for looking at them wrong, at least thats what Ma said but she doesn't approve."
" She definitely wouldn't approve of what Sandra was doing with that Liam fella."
" As I said I discovered shipments of these dead folks a few days ago. I thought they'd smell but looks like when these bodies are revived they stop rotting, but still, it’s a disgusting thing to do to people! This whole business is a mess, and I’m glad I found out about what my family has been planning, even if I don't really understand it.
" Stop me if I talk too much, Ma always says my mouth runs away with itself."
" You know what might be a good place for us to look? I managed to get an address to a warehouse in Drynna."
“Can you run by me again who killed this Conroy fella and why?”
The tall woman is still livid and seething but Liams calming words appear to have reigned her back from murderous frenzy, after a few minutes he convinces her to head back to the manor.
All those restrained hear snatches of their conversation:
" ....what was that name? Conroy? The merchant? He's dead?...."
The old dwarven woman spoke up, " I think they're going to sacrifice us....though I'm not sure who to. The tall lass was talking about The Whispered One but that grey head pointy eared man said summit about a Crawling King or something."
She fixed Dev with a look, " I don't think they've much experience with this though. I've been taken prisoner a few times over my life, mainly duergar but a couple of times by humans and orcs......and this lot don't really seem to know what they're doing. My old Tom here has still got his tool pack on and none of your lot have been stripped of their gear and none of use are gagged to stop us conspiring."
Dev listens to the dwarven lady, and she may register surprise on his face when she tells him she's been captured before. 'I thought I was the only one,' the tiefling thinks, recalling several times in recent years when the young ruffians in town had thrown a sack over his head and left him in a basement for hours, or else tied him to a tree filled with roosting crows and sprinkling breadcrumbs for the birds to snack upon and then paint the tree and any persons tied to the tree with their post-meal digestions. Dev realizes that he himself had several blades on his person which he wore mostly to discourage bullies and for utility. But perhaps he should try to use his knife to cut the rope?
"I'm not very good with this, but... I'll cut your rope if you can cut mine?" Dev tries to do so covertly (Sleight of Hand: 20) while turning his attention to Normont and Jasper.
"Hey!," he whispers. The angry lady. I thought she killed Conroy Pekese. But I overheard her mention him, and she sounded surprised that he was dead." His glance then shifts with sudden curiosity, only half-veiled, to the brother with whom Normont is speaking, who also has golden hair...
Dev looks flatly at the two speakers, chin high, expressionless, for he is accustomed to being spoken to in this way. He stops what he is doing, however.
"Fine. I don't know how to use this anyhow." He drops the knife. He takes up his pan pipes and blows the first notes of a shanty.
"How long do we have to sit here with nothing to do?," he asks the half-elf. "Can I play?"
As it seems folk from the warehouse have emerged, Lokilia continues running, trying to find a good hiding spot. She knows there must be animals in this wood. If only she can find some hole or crevice to hide in. She doesn't care about getting dirty. Wildmother, please see me to safety.'
(Survival: 17, Perception: 12, Nature: 18)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Poppy the mastiff definitely has Lokilias trail and whines and paws eager to follow her but the two men seem to think that they have already worked out where she went and drag the hound off to the SE to investigate the woods there while Lokilia finds a dry and shady perch within an ancient walnut tree and breathes a sigh of relief.
Breathing heavily, Lokilia tries to calm herself. Not really sure what to do next, all she knows is how tired she is. As mid-day passes and she hasn't had a bit of sleep all the previous night, she just hopes this spot is hidden enough to allow her time for rest. 'Thank you Wildmother,' she thinks as she settles in within the ancient tree. 'Please bring me the strength to help my friends when I wake.'
If at all possible, she attempts to take a long rest. Sleep of course wouldn't come easy as her mind wanders through the events. There's a pang of guilt that she's left her friends. Were they all even ok? Would they be dead by the time she awakes? If anything happened to Dev, how would she face his kind parents to tell them?
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Normont is very confused. Leaving them with their gear just seemed foolish. Although, with the ease that they were captured, maybe they really had that much disdain for them.
He looks over to Dev and the others, "Well, at least they didn't get all of us. I know that didn't go well, but we have more information now. If we can just find a way...", he starts saying as he wriggles about testing his bonds.
When the blond man speaks, he stops shuffling. "Your sister?! I guess you annoy her too. What is going on here? Are these people really in league with dark powers?".
As he speaks, he discreetly removes the alert from his pistol.. He can't have that give him away later.
When Normont begins to speak with the blond-haired man, Dev turns to the other prisoners. Whoever’s eye he can catch, he asks, his voice, with its incredible underpinning of intensity, soft and subdued, his expression morose, “What are they going to do to us?”
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
Sleep finds her eventually in the Wildmothers embrace.....
" I'm not really sure myself. I discovered these crates of dead folk a week or so back while....sampling....some of the port exports."
" And honestly....kind of taken aback....not every day you find a bunch of dead folks in your backyard, so I tell Da and he cuffs me round head and tells me to go ask my sister, Sandra, about it. And so I do....but she's getting all sweaty with this half-elf fella and throws a hope-chest at me.....which...fair, I should have knocked."
" Anyway, later on she comes finds me with her hackles up and I ask her about the dead folks and she tells me they're necessary and I tell her its not right and I'm gonna tell someone she's playing silly buggers with corpses...and then someone hit me over head. And I woke up in cellar with this lot, Da came to see me and said he's very sorry but I was a big disappointment as a son anyway.....which, kinda hurt....but...fair."
" And then this morning we're all rounded up and brought here......and I get the distinct impression they're gonna kill us. And then you lot showed up, so I figure they're gonna kill you lot too."
" Are you any good with knots? I'm rubbish."
The old dwarven woman spoke up, " I think they're going to sacrifice us....though I'm not sure who to. The tall lass was talking about The Whispered One but that grey head pointy eared man said summit about a Crawling King or something."
She fixed Dev with a look, " I don't think they've much experience with this though. I've been taken prisoner a few times over my life, mainly duergar but a couple of times by humans and orcs......and this lot don't really seem to know what they're doing. My old Tom here has still got his tool pack on and none of your lot have been stripped of their gear and none of use are gagged to stop us conspiring."
Magnus groans as he opens his eyes again and looks around. Seeing most of his companions tied up and a few missing, "Well that could have gone better, seems I really pissed that one lady off when I mentioned I was from the Cobalt Soul. So Jasper, first things first, we need to get out of these bonds." At which point he will try and cast Mage Hand and use the hand to help anyone get out of their knots, hopefully without any guards seeing him do this.
If he is able to get free he will try and slowly, shuffling to others on his butt, acting like he is still tied up. And then use one of his daggers to help any others that need help escaping. Whispering to Jasper, "What do we do now? We need to get everyone out of here before they come back and then we need to alert the town. Obviously we need help dealing with this problem as they outnumber us at this compound. What is your take of the situation?"
[OOC: DM, let me know if you want me to roll anything for all the above.]
( Two Sleight of Hand checks)
[OOC: Again you Dice Gods can sucketh!]
Sleight of Hand: 11
Sleight of Hand: 9
( Not great...but lets see. The workers are actively avoiding looking at you lot because they don't want to think about whats going to happen to you which leaves the the Ocici youngsters: they were super enthusiastic about the battle but this whole sitting and watching people is boring as hell....so lets see.
Perception-
Gile-21
Kile-8
Gile- 6
Magnus manages to free his own hands with Mage Hand is working on Jaspers when one of the half-elves sudden sits up and points at him, " You stop moving about!"
Magnus' hands are free, though the rope is still looped about them, the half-elf stares at him a moment more, " I'm watching you."
Normont listens intently to the blond man, "So you live here? You are a member of family Golador? What is your name?", he says contemplating. When asked about knots he replies, "Well I lost my dagger trying to sneak it to you lot, but they didn't take my tools, so getting out of these ropes is not an issue. Doing it without being spotted by...".
At this moment the Half-Elf stands and speaks to Magnus. He watches for any further action before breathing a sigh of relief and continuing.
"Anyway, if you are from here, you know this place well right? If we do get away, is there anywhere we can go to not be chased down. I am not the fastest".
Quinn would like to subtly rip through his ropes with his raw strength.
Quinn also notes when he was getting captured how each of the Occi might fight by looking at if they had a spell focus of some kind or a large weapon.
( " Subtly" will require a Sleight of Hand check.)
" Me? Oh, I'm Tyler Galador. The angry one is my sister Sandra."
" Yeah, I live here....well sometimes. Other times I'm in Westruun with Ma."
" I mean the woods aren't too far away behind the property.....pretty much every other direction is vineyards........ or sheep pastures if you cross the trade road."
" You guys are gonna take me with you, right?"
“Well, let me tell you what I know, okay? Sandy usually lives in Emon. She’s holed up now in a town called Drynna, do you know it? Once she finds us missing, I bet she will high-tailed it
straight back to Drynna. That’s where I think she meets with the Ocici in the Remnant or whatever it is."
"We’ve always had a kinda strained but close relationship with this Ocici family. They’re a weird bunch; very straightforward and quick to get into trouble, but also very likely to stab someone for looking at them wrong, at least thats what Ma said but she doesn't approve."
" She definitely wouldn't approve of what Sandra was doing with that Liam fella."
" As I said I discovered shipments of these dead folks a few days ago. I thought they'd smell but looks like when these bodies are revived they stop rotting, but still, it’s a disgusting thing
to do to people! This whole business is a mess, and I’m glad I found out about what my family has been planning, even if I don't really understand it.
" Stop me if I talk too much, Ma always says my mouth runs away with itself."
" You know what might be a good place for us to look? I managed to get an address to a warehouse in Drynna."
“Can you run by me again who killed this Conroy fella and why?”
Dev listens to the dwarven lady, and she may register surprise on his face when she tells him she's been captured before. 'I thought I was the only one,' the tiefling thinks, recalling several times in recent years when the young ruffians in town had thrown a sack over his head and left him in a basement for hours, or else tied him to a tree filled with roosting crows and sprinkling breadcrumbs for the birds to snack upon and then paint the tree and any persons tied to the tree with their post-meal digestions. Dev realizes that he himself had several blades on his person which he wore mostly to discourage bullies and for utility. But perhaps he should try to use his knife to cut the rope?
"I'm not very good with this, but... I'll cut your rope if you can cut mine?" Dev tries to do so covertly (Sleight of Hand: 20) while turning his attention to Normont and Jasper.
"Hey!," he whispers. The angry lady. I thought she killed Conroy Pekese. But I overheard her mention him, and she sounded surprised that he was dead." His glance then shifts with sudden curiosity, only half-veiled, to the brother with whom Normont is speaking, who also has golden hair...
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
" HEY! I said stop moving! That means you too, Horny!"
The other half-elf breaks into snorts of laughter, "....Horny...."
" Well, you'd know I suppose...."
" Seriously, the next person to move gets fried."
Dev looks flatly at the two speakers, chin high, expressionless, for he is accustomed to being spoken to in this way. He stops what he is doing, however.
"Fine. I don't know how to use this anyhow." He drops the knife. He takes up his pan pipes and blows the first notes of a shanty.
"How long do we have to sit here with nothing to do?," he asks the half-elf. "Can I play?"
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer