Zeds knows nothing about this and doesn't even bother trying to understand or decipher it. Sometimes things are just beyond your ken. But when talk comes to the prisoner and of getting them to talk, Zeds slowly draws out one of the two curved daggers he got from the Masked Rider oh so long ago and he begins testing it's sharpness and smiling towards the prisoner.
Mostly Zeds is still feeling ill and drained but if his charade of being very interested in drawing blood works then perhaps it will aid in Thrax getting them to talk?
"A teleportation circle?" The young blonde selûnite says, looking up at the massive red dragonborn with a bright smile, seeming a bit impressed with his quick conclusion. She then turns her attention to the bundled up prisoner. "So, you must certainly know how to make use this magical sircle. Tell us how to use it and where it will take us and you will have a far brighter future than if you tarry and anger mighty Thrax here. If you even stall us he might lose his patience and I would prefer it if we had no maiming and dismemberment, quite yet anyway."
(Intimidadtion: 26 Another roll if help action is provided: 16 + Guidance: 1 )
"Movement. This... this is a movement circle." He growls at last, fumes billowing from his nares. "It can be used to take us. Take us away from this place. Magic. It only needs a word."
Ixsas looks Thrax, startled. He's surprised that the etchings aren't just a magical door but a teleportation circle, but he's astonished that the revelation came from the warrior. He wonders whether the fiery dragonborn has been touched by Kossuth's flame. He reminds himself to learn more about his new companions if they can ever find a moment's peace where they're not in mortal danger from the Cult of the Dragon.
In his homeland of Calimshan, he had heard legends of power-hungry arch mages who opened magical portals to bring genies into this world, attempting to bind them to their will and use their power. But he never dreamed that he'd see such powerful arcane magic, must less use a teleportation circle himself. He looks down nervously, as though he's afraid that the circle will suddenly activate and whisk him away.
Ixsas steals himself, and while he waits for Dralmorrer's answer, he prays to Kossuth to reveal Dralmorrer's heart to him.
Insight: 21 + 4 (Guidance) = 25, trying to determine the veracity of Dralmorrer's response
Thraxinthos grunts sheepishly as the yuan-ti gapes at him in astonishment. The dragonborn is well aware that he does not seem the most learned, seemingly built only for swinging an axe in anger. It isn't an unfair assessment. In truth, he continues to be surprised by the sudden epiphany himself.
"Yes. Teleportation." The blocky, muscle-bound barbarian mutters in confirmation. "The circle will teleport us away. Away from these caverns."
"Answer the saviour, Dralmorrer." Thrax growls, effortlessly tugging the hostage off the ground and rotating him to face Seraphina. He spares a concerned look for Zeds, who seems increasingly out of sorts, but the smile and the sharpening of knives at least seems to indicate he isn't going to keel over any moment too soon.
(Nice Nat 20)
Zeds knows nothing about this and doesn't even bother trying to understand or decipher it. Sometimes things are just beyond your ken. But when talk comes to the prisoner and of getting them to talk, Zeds slowly draws out one of the two curved daggers he got from the Masked Rider oh so long ago and he begins testing it's sharpness and smiling towards the prisoner.
Mostly Zeds is still feeling ill and drained but if his charade of being very interested in drawing blood works then perhaps it will aid in Thrax getting them to talk?
"A teleportation circle?" The young blonde selûnite says, looking up at the massive red dragonborn with a bright smile, seeming a bit impressed with his quick conclusion. She then turns her attention to the bundled up prisoner. "So, you must certainly know how to make use this magical sircle. Tell us how to use it and where it will take us and you will have a far brighter future than if you tarry and anger mighty Thrax here. If you even stall us he might lose his patience and I would prefer it if we had no maiming and dismemberment, quite yet anyway."
(Intimidadtion: 26 Another roll if help action is provided: 16 + Guidance: 1 )
Ixsas looks Thrax, startled. He's surprised that the etchings aren't just a magical door but a teleportation circle, but he's astonished that the revelation came from the warrior. He wonders whether the fiery dragonborn has been touched by Kossuth's flame. He reminds himself to learn more about his new companions if they can ever find a moment's peace where they're not in mortal danger from the Cult of the Dragon.
In his homeland of Calimshan, he had heard legends of power-hungry arch mages who opened magical portals to bring genies into this world, attempting to bind them to their will and use their power. But he never dreamed that he'd see such powerful arcane magic, must less use a teleportation circle himself. He looks down nervously, as though he's afraid that the circle will suddenly activate and whisk him away.
Ixsas steals himself, and while he waits for Dralmorrer's answer, he prays to Kossuth to reveal Dralmorrer's heart to him.
Insight: 21 + 4 (Guidance) = 25, trying to determine the veracity of Dralmorrer's response
Thraxinthos grunts sheepishly as the yuan-ti gapes at him in astonishment. The dragonborn is well aware that he does not seem the most learned, seemingly built only for swinging an axe in anger. It isn't an unfair assessment. In truth, he continues to be surprised by the sudden epiphany himself.
"Yes. Teleportation." The blocky, muscle-bound barbarian mutters in confirmation. "The circle will teleport us away. Away from these caverns."
"Answer the saviour, Dralmorrer." Thrax growls, effortlessly tugging the hostage off the ground and rotating him to face Seraphina. He spares a concerned look for Zeds, who seems increasingly out of sorts, but the smile and the sharpening of knives at least seems to indicate he isn't going to keel over any moment too soon.