As Beshlog peers into the gloom, he sees two faints outlines slumped against the wall on the opposite side of the portcullis. As Artan brings his mote of starlight forward, the shimmering, blue-ish glow of his druidic magic illuminates two figures, who both appear to be chained to the wall, unconscious.
As the dim starlight illuminates the figures, one is a female sitting in the dark, head slumped forward. Her hands are shackled to a wall; her black hair is long and disheveled, falling over her face. Pointed ear tips peek from beneath the volume of hair. Her skin is an ashy gray... due to shock? Or is that her natural coloration?
At first glance, your mind would say... slender. Perhaps even sleek if not for her arms being held; stretched wide against the wall and her legs akimbo beneath her body. Her body. Seemingly covered in a near form fitting dark brown or reddish brown leather. Some bits looking as supple as silk. Others with more substance.
Without a stronger light, it would be difficult to determine her age. Teen? Young adult? Those elven sorts never show their true age. No sign of blood or 'other stains' around her body nor on the floor itself. Perhaps their captors did not have the time to interrogate (or eat?) them. And who WERE their captors? And how did they get under to this place; in the darkest of darks? And how long before 'they' return?
The other figure, unconscious and chained to the wall, is much larger. His fur, a mix of pale golden and brown hues, is thick and mane-like around his neck and shoulders. His muscular Leonin form is clad in worn, yet sturdy mithril armor, bearing marks of past battles. His face is noble, with a strong jawline and regal profile.
Despite his current state of repose, there's an undeniable aura of strength and resilience about him. His presence, though subdued in slumber, exudes a wild, untamed quality—a primal, almost violent energy that is palpable as you draw closer, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end.
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I'm probably laughing.
It is apparently so hard to program Aberrant Mind and Clockwork Soul spell-swapping into dndbeyond they had to remake the game without it rather than implement it.
"I've...I've never seen this place before. These look like the caves under the tower, where my Master's labratory is hidden. If they are here, they must have been locked uo for a very good reason. You, elf!" Salastor addresses Kordia, waking both her and Flax "Why are you down here?"
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I'll be frank with you, Swift: the wall was normal, there is a different reason why it hurt Salastor so much, but, since the tower doesn't know Artan, it predictably, as he suspected, tries to bite him. Make a DC 15 DEX save WITH Advantage. On a failure, you take 7 Piercing, and the wall grabs your arm, grappling you. You can attempt to break the grapple as normal, and the DC is also 15.
Dex save 20 (can't seem to stop it being bold)
"Your master is seeming less and less trustworthy. Especially if he knows about what was going on with your dad. Plus the walls tried to eat me"
Kordia groans as she rouses. "Can you yell any louder so the entire village can hear you?" She shakes her head slowly as she comes fully back to her senses. "Are you here to finish what you started?."
"Uhhh... is who here to finish what they started?"Beshlog asks, cautiously approaching the chained figures. "And... um... what did they start? What are you folks doing in here? Sorry if I sound like I have no idea what in the Nine Hells is going on... it's because I have no idea in the Nine Hells what's going on."
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Flax stirs as he regains consciousness, the weight of the chains around him pulling at his limbs. With a low growl, he tests the chains, his muscles bulging with the effort. "These blasted chains," he mutters, frustration evident in his voice.
Looking around, Flax takes in his surroundings, his gaze settling on the others in the room. "Could someone kindly free me from these accursed chains?" he asks, his tone gruff but earnest.
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It is apparently so hard to program Aberrant Mind and Clockwork Soul spell-swapping into dndbeyond they had to remake the game without it rather than implement it.
"I would normally be of the opinion that if they are chained up they are there for a reason. But I do not trust this Master, or Salastor's judgement seeing as he also trusted his murderous dad. So feel free to free them"
"You forgot the pile of unconscious people held captive under the inn. I'm not convinced this town takes captives for ethical reasons either. Beshlog, help me grab this guy's chain & give it a good yank. Meanwhile you two can tell us your names & what you're locked up for, if they told you."
Strength check 14 but hoping we can get help actions going
"I agree, I think with the current track record I'm inclined to help the prisoners rather than trust that they're here 'for a good reason'," the giant says as he grabs hold of the chains binding the dark elf. "But please, hold still for me, miss... a sudden movement at the wrong time could make this more difficult and possibly painful for both of us..."
Athletics to yank the chain out of the wall: 22 or (if help is provided) 27 (NAt 20!)
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Kordia holds very still as the Goliath sets himself to pull the chain out of the wall. Turning her head slightly, she stares at the red headed human female. "My name is Kordia Dendar. We travelled together from the city of Froshdin. We were told some mage had 'important information' in a town called Rorc. We fought our way into the walls and were directed to the tower. The tall, lanky door guard let us in and 'boom' ... that's the last I remember. It FEELS like somebody got in a few punches and kicks while we were down. And, that's how * I * got here."
"Why not ask my fellow chainee? I should warn you - normally he's a real teddy bear but, don't piss him off or he might bite off your head... or arm... or.. well, you've been warned." Kordia gives a small, wry smile.
Flax strains against the chains, muscles tensing with the effort, but they hold fast. With a frustrated grunt, he stops, unable to get the proper leverage to break free. He settles back, his gaze shifting to the others in the room.
"Really looks like I could use a bit of assistance here," Flax says, his tone more urgent now. "Name's Flax. And I ain't going to bite..." He looks around, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice as he waits for someone to come to his aid. "I just... have a problem with chains."
(Athletics 13 haha)
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While everyone is starting to crowd around Flax, Kordia reaches up toward her leather clad shoulder and neck and pulls small bits of metal from what looks like just another crinkle or fold in the armour. Sleight of Hand19 [Tooltip Not Found] 23
As the dim starlight illuminates the figures, one is a female sitting in the dark, head slumped forward. Her hands are shackled to a wall; her black hair is long and disheveled, falling over her face. Pointed ear tips peek from beneath the volume of hair. Her skin is an ashy gray... due to shock? Or is that her natural coloration?
At first glance, your mind would say... slender. Perhaps even sleek if not for her arms being held; stretched wide against the wall and her legs akimbo beneath her body. Her body. Seemingly covered in a near form fitting dark brown or reddish brown leather. Some bits looking as supple as silk. Others with more substance.
Without a stronger light, it would be difficult to determine her age. Teen? Young adult? Those elven sorts never show their true age. No sign of blood or 'other stains' around her body nor on the floor itself. Perhaps their captors did not have the time to interrogate (or eat?) them. And who WERE their captors? And how did they get under to this place; in the darkest of darks? And how long before 'they' return?
The other figure, unconscious and chained to the wall, is much larger. His fur, a mix of pale golden and brown hues, is thick and mane-like around his neck and shoulders. His muscular Leonin form is clad in worn, yet sturdy mithril armor, bearing marks of past battles. His face is noble, with a strong jawline and regal profile.
Despite his current state of repose, there's an undeniable aura of strength and resilience about him. His presence, though subdued in slumber, exudes a wild, untamed quality—a primal, almost violent energy that is palpable as you draw closer, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end.
I'm probably laughing.
It is apparently so hard to program Aberrant Mind and Clockwork Soul spell-swapping into dndbeyond they had to remake the game without it rather than implement it.
"Salastor, why are there prisoners in your basement? Your house is the town jail? Or this is the take-out order from the cannibal cafe?"
"I've...I've never seen this place before. These look like the caves under the tower, where my Master's labratory is hidden. If they are here, they must have been locked uo for a very good reason. You, elf!" Salastor addresses Kordia, waking both her and Flax "Why are you down here?"
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"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
Dex save 20 (can't seem to stop it being bold)
"Your master is seeming less and less trustworthy. Especially if he knows about what was going on with your dad. Plus the walls tried to eat me"
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"I trust my Master more than anyone. As for the wall trying to eat you, that seems very strange"
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"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
"Y'know, if the tower was a giant mimic, that would explain a lot.
Kordia groans as she rouses. "Can you yell any louder so the entire village can hear you?" She shakes her head slowly as she comes fully back to her senses. "Are you here to finish what you started?."
"Uhhh... is who here to finish what they started?" Beshlog asks, cautiously approaching the chained figures. "And... um... what did they start? What are you folks doing in here? Sorry if I sound like I have no idea what in the Nine Hells is going on... it's because I have no idea in the Nine Hells what's going on."
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Flax stirs as he regains consciousness, the weight of the chains around him pulling at his limbs. With a low growl, he tests the chains, his muscles bulging with the effort. "These blasted chains," he mutters, frustration evident in his voice.
Looking around, Flax takes in his surroundings, his gaze settling on the others in the room. "Could someone kindly free me from these accursed chains?" he asks, his tone gruff but earnest.
I'm probably laughing.
It is apparently so hard to program Aberrant Mind and Clockwork Soul spell-swapping into dndbeyond they had to remake the game without it rather than implement it.
"Hey Beshlog. Think we could break these chains or pull them out of the wall if we work together?"
"As long as you don't bite" Ember grins at Flax.
"I would normally be of the opinion that if they are chained up they are there for a reason. But I do not trust this Master, or Salastor's judgement seeing as he also trusted his murderous dad. So feel free to free them"
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"You forgot the pile of unconscious people held captive under the inn. I'm not convinced this town takes captives for ethical reasons either. Beshlog, help me grab this guy's chain & give it a good yank. Meanwhile you two can tell us your names & what you're locked up for, if they told you."
Strength check 14 but hoping we can get help actions going
Beshlog nods.
"I agree, I think with the current track record I'm inclined to help the prisoners rather than trust that they're here 'for a good reason'," the giant says as he grabs hold of the chains binding the dark elf. "But please, hold still for me, miss... a sudden movement at the wrong time could make this more difficult and possibly painful for both of us..."
Athletics to yank the chain out of the wall: 22 or (if help is provided) 27 (NAt 20!)
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(OOC: seeing that Beshlog was grabbing the girls chain instead of the guys, Ember would have switched to give a help action to Beshlog)
Kordia holds very still as the Goliath sets himself to pull the chain out of the wall. Turning her head slightly, she stares at the red headed human female. "My name is Kordia Dendar. We travelled together from the city of Froshdin. We were told some mage had 'important information' in a town called Rorc. We fought our way into the walls and were directed to the tower. The tall, lanky door guard let us in and 'boom' ... that's the last I remember. It FEELS like somebody got in a few punches and kicks while we were down. And, that's how * I * got here."
"Why not ask my fellow chainee? I should warn you - normally he's a real teddy bear but, don't piss him off or he might bite off your head... or arm... or.. well, you've been warned." Kordia gives a small, wry smile.
Flax strains against the chains, muscles tensing with the effort, but they hold fast. With a frustrated grunt, he stops, unable to get the proper leverage to break free. He settles back, his gaze shifting to the others in the room.
"Really looks like I could use a bit of assistance here," Flax says, his tone more urgent now. "Name's Flax. And I ain't going to bite..." He looks around, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice as he waits for someone to come to his aid. "I just... have a problem with chains."
(Athletics 13 haha)
I'm probably laughing.
It is apparently so hard to program Aberrant Mind and Clockwork Soul spell-swapping into dndbeyond they had to remake the game without it rather than implement it.
With Ember's assistance, Beshlog manages to give a mighty heave and rip the chains out of the wall
Sadly, however hard he tries, Flax is not able to free himself. Hopefully someone else can help him.
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My Characters: Brormin the Devout Crusher; Ellora the Romantic Rookie
Check out my EXTENDED SIGNATUR (hasn't been updated in forever, fyi) and don’t forget to join the Anything but the OGL 2.0 Thread!
"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
While everyone is starting to crowd around Flax, Kordia reaches up toward her leather clad shoulder and neck and pulls small bits of metal from what looks like just another crinkle or fold in the armour. Sleight of Hand 19 [Tooltip Not Found] 23
OOC >> grrr... that 'Tooltip not found' is a Dexterity check for lock picking. Hopefully enough to pick the manacles off her wrists.