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.
Dralmorrer effected by Seraphina's word and looks to Thrax's Threat "The command word is Draezir. That is all I will say. There are worse things than death" He takes a deep calming breath as he looks to the magic circle with a far-off look remembering an unpleasant memory.
Ixsas's Insight reveals that though Darlmorrer fears death he fears what his superiors will do to him more than what the party may manage.
Ixsas looks to Zeds and the others and nods. He believes that Dralmorrer has given them the password.
Unless someone wants to try to rest here before they use the Teleportation Circle, he suggests that they go through it at once. He explains, "I guess whatever we find on the other side must be no worse than our situation here...assuming that it doesn't take us directly to a dragon!" But Ixsas seems calm. He does not believe Kossuth would have revealed this magic portal to him if they were not meant to use it to escape the castle.
Since the circle is big enough for a wagon, Ixsas suggests that they go all at the same time in case the portal can only be used once per day or something like that. "And we should take him with us," he says, referring to Dralmorrer. "I don't want to leave him here to raise the alarm and send more cultists after us as soon as we're through!"
Ixsas suggests that they gag Dralmorrer again and cover his head. "And Seraphina should disguise herself as Dralmorrer again. That way, if the other side of the circle is guarded by cultists, we can hopefully bluff our way past them without raising an alarm on that side." Once all of that is done, Ixsas is ready to try using the Teleportation Circle with the whole party gathered near the center of the circle.
Thrax roars at Dralmorrer, less than satisfied by his evasive response. Rows of jagged teeth and the dancing flame at the back of his throat threaten to take the cultist leader's life, but at the last second he snaps his maw shut.
"I do not trust him. Never trust the Cult. Liar, always a liar. Movement circle - it could take us anywhere."The great barbarian says, jamming a cloth in their hostage's mouth and covering his head with the pillow case. "But... I do not trust these caves. Do not trust the cultists above. Search. They will search the tower soon. We must be gone."
The dragonborn nods grudgingly in agreement with Ixsas. He checks Thrixie is still safely situated on his backpack, drags the powerless leader of the castle into the circle, and prepares to leap into the magical unknown.
"Yes," Ixsas responds soothingly to Thrax, "it could take us anywhere. But the cult uses this circle to move their stolen treasure by the wagon-load. Wherever it goes must be safe...or, at least, safe for the cultists." He confident in that conclusion.
Ixsas reiterates the "disguise" plan, gesturing to each of them in turn, starting with Seraphina, "Wherever it takes us, if there are any cultists, they'll just see 'Dralmorrer' and a dragonborn, bringing a prisoner and a dragon wyrmling through the magic portal, with a couple of other cultists as guards."
Ixsas will carry the (trapped) chest that they took from Dralmorrer's bedroom when they use the Teleportation Circle.
(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.
Dralmorrer effected by Seraphina's word and looks to Thrax's Threat "The command word is Draezir. That is all I will say. There are worse things than death" He takes a deep calming breath as he looks to the magic circle with a far-off look remembering an unpleasant memory.
Ixsas's Insight reveals that though Darlmorrer fears death he fears what his superiors will do to him more than what the party may manage.
Ixsas looks to Zeds and the others and nods. He believes that Dralmorrer has given them the password.
Unless someone wants to try to rest here before they use the Teleportation Circle, he suggests that they go through it at once. He explains, "I guess whatever we find on the other side must be no worse than our situation here...assuming that it doesn't take us directly to a dragon!" But Ixsas seems calm. He does not believe Kossuth would have revealed this magic portal to him if they were not meant to use it to escape the castle.
Since the circle is big enough for a wagon, Ixsas suggests that they go all at the same time in case the portal can only be used once per day or something like that. "And we should take him with us," he says, referring to Dralmorrer. "I don't want to leave him here to raise the alarm and send more cultists after us as soon as we're through!"
Ixsas suggests that they gag Dralmorrer again and cover his head. "And Seraphina should disguise herself as Dralmorrer again. That way, if the other side of the circle is guarded by cultists, we can hopefully bluff our way past them without raising an alarm on that side." Once all of that is done, Ixsas is ready to try using the Teleportation Circle with the whole party gathered near the center of the circle.
Thrax roars at Dralmorrer, less than satisfied by his evasive response. Rows of jagged teeth and the dancing flame at the back of his throat threaten to take the cultist leader's life, but at the last second he snaps his maw shut.
"I do not trust him. Never trust the Cult. Liar, always a liar. Movement circle - it could take us anywhere." The great barbarian says, jamming a cloth in their hostage's mouth and covering his head with the pillow case. "But... I do not trust these caves. Do not trust the cultists above. Search. They will search the tower soon. We must be gone."
The dragonborn nods grudgingly in agreement with Ixsas. He checks Thrixie is still safely situated on his backpack, drags the powerless leader of the castle into the circle, and prepares to leap into the magical unknown.
"Yes," Ixsas responds soothingly to Thrax, "it could take us anywhere. But the cult uses this circle to move their stolen treasure by the wagon-load. Wherever it goes must be safe...or, at least, safe for the cultists." He confident in that conclusion.
Ixsas reiterates the "disguise" plan, gesturing to each of them in turn, starting with Seraphina, "Wherever it takes us, if there are any cultists, they'll just see 'Dralmorrer' and a dragonborn, bringing a prisoner and a dragon wyrmling through the magic portal, with a couple of other cultists as guards."
Ixsas will carry the (trapped) chest that they took from Dralmorrer's bedroom when they use the Teleportation Circle.