That uneasy, unbalanced feeling you got when you boarded the ship. It is beginning to make your skin crawl down here. You are feeling an undeniable urge to get off this ship.
Lusia, you look around the ship as best you can. It is dark, but you can make out a few things. From the entrance to the fore compartment, you can see a few crates and barrels scattered around. You can also see another hatch (presumably to the ship's hold).
Joy, From the port entrance to the aft compartment, you can see down a hall with some doors on your right.
Leif, you are with Cyriel, armed and ready.
Aisling conjures some illusionary magic to project her voice...
"We are not here to hurt you. Your companions on the deck above are safe. It was all a misunderstanding. Please, let us speak to you", she calls out gently.
You hear some movement from behind the wall next to the aft mast.
"That’s right. There’s no need for this to end badly. Let’s talk, face to face—like the civilized people we are."
(Rolling again in case the help works... Nat 20 LOL! Total 26)
(ooc: couldn't let that nat 20 go to waste)
From behind sacks stacked by the aft mask, out steps a thin, pointy nosed elf with long, greasy, black hair and an unsettling grin. His hands up in a surrendering gesture. "Now, now, let's not be hasty, friends! No need for violence, hmm?" (he is the red cross on the map).
"As you say, no need for violence, just show us to ze people you are transporting for Lady Valya and tell us vhat you know about zem, where zey came from, vho delivered zem to you and vhere you are taking zem and zere will be no need for violence."The young knight says, stepping closer to the elf with the unsettling grin. Meanwhile he looks around to see what this part of the ship holds, cabins for the crew, or perhaps locked cells?
"Yes, we only seek to find out what is going on and make sure the people held here are safe. I'm Joy. What is your name?" The Hexblood does her best to convince the unnerving elf to share what he knows, though his grin makes her slightly uneasy.
Aislingtakes a small step back when the strange elf appears. Something about him unsettles her, and she's glad Cyrieland Joyare leading the conversation. From her position, she tries to study him more closely—what is it about him that feels so off?
(OOC: Not sure what to roll. Arcana perhaps? Got a 7. If her "occult lore" book applies here, it would be a +5)
Cleo sticks close to the others. The feeling of dread she experienced earlier has only continued to grow. She scans her surroundings warily, fully expecting something to pop out at any moment. Then someone does pop out, but he is holding his hands up to surrender. It's the man with the crossbow. His smile unsettles Cleo, and she bites her lip. All of this is wrong. She has to fight the urge to turn and run back up the stairs and off the boat, to get away from this place as quickly as possible.
"I don't like this," she whispers, more to herself than anyone else, but those near her can definitely hear.
She continues to watch the elven man with suspicion, trying to glean any insight from his demeanor, his words. Is he truly meaning to surrender?
Lusiacomments to the others, "There is another hatch. Those being held are likely below." She looks over to Cyrielwho had asked the crossbowman about their locations - amongst many other questions. She waits to see if he will actually answer this time before making for that hatch.
"As you say, no need for violence, just show us to ze people you are transporting for Lady Valya and tell us vhat you know about zem, where zey came from, vho delivered zem to you and vhere you are taking zem and zere will be no need for violence."The young knight says, stepping closer to the elf with the unsettling grin. Meanwhile he looks around to see what this part of the ship holds, cabins for the crew, or perhaps locked cells?
"Y-y-yes, Ser!" he replies, still holding his hands up defensively, "No violence!"
"Yes, we only seek to find out what is going on and make sure the people held here are safe. I'm Joy. What is your name?" The Hexblood does her best to convince the unnerving elf to share what he knows, though his grin makes her slightly uneasy.
Persuasion: 22
"Corvin! Ma'am", he replies to Joy, half bowing as he introduces himself. He is obviously very uncomfortable with being interrogated. He rubs his hands together, eyes darting to the door behind him. "Look, you want the cargo? It's behind this door. But if you got any sense, you'll leave it be."
He takes a step across the hall, lowering his voice. "Whatever's behind that door ain't my business, and it ain't gonna be my problem neither. You want it? You deal with it!" he tries to slide past and head for the stairs.
"Unlock ze padlocks here first! And if you have any sense you tell us vhy ve vould leave it be." The young perrenish knight says grimly now, the grip on the hilt of his shining blade tightening, taking a step to block the unsettling elf's way, growing increasingly frustrated and impatient with the crew on this ship, his eyes flaring with anger as he stares at the elf.
Aisling will not stand in Corvin's way—she isn't strong enough to stop him. The strongest among them, like Cyriel, can handle it.
The shapeshifted half-elf doesn't imagine Corvin will want to help opening the locks, so she whispers to Leif, "Do you want to try opening any of the locked doors? Let me assist you. I can light the locks for you."
If the halfling agrees, she will accompany him, summoning her dancing orbs and casting an ethereal bluish glow over his work while Cyriel’s sword lights the rest of the party. She watches closely, keen eyes scanning the mechanism for the best angle to approach. Four eyes see better than two, after all.
Joy also steps over to block Corvin's escape, though she does her best to maintain a non-threatening posture. "Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" She asks with a curious tilt of her head. "Please answer a few more questions first, Corvin. Would any of these doors happen to be trapped? Is there other dangerous cargo we should be aware of besides the people?"
"Unlock ze padlocks here first! And if you have any sense you tell us vhy ve vould leave it be." The young perrenish knight says grimly now, the grip on the hilt of his shining blade tightening, taking a step to block the unsettling elf's way, growing increasingly frustrated and impatient with the crew on this ship, his eyes flaring with anger as he stares at the elf.
Leif responds to Cyriel as he looks in awe at his shining sword and then down at his dagger in disappointment, 'I need to learn how to do that.' he thinks to himself. "No need for a key. I got this."
The shapeshifted half-elf doesn't imagine Corvin will want to help opening the locks, so she whispers to Leif, "Do you want to try opening any of the locked doors? Let me assist you. I can light the locks for you."
If the halfling agrees, she will accompany him, summoning her dancing orbs and casting an ethereal bluish glow over his work while Cyriel’s sword lights the rest of the party. She watches closely, keen eyes scanning the mechanism for the best angle to approach. Four eyes see better than two, after all.
"No problem! Gee, thanks for that."Leifsays as he stares in wonder as the motes of light float around him. He quickly returns to his senses and begins working on the first locked door whilst listening for any sound beyond the door.
Hearing Corvin share the location of 'the cargo', Lusiais a little bit relieved. She notes the Cyrieland Joyseem to have the man hedged in as he tries to slip away. Not need there, she steps closer to where Aslingis helping provide light for Lief'sattempts and getting past the locks. (OOC - Placing her near the doorway - kind of between B and C on the map.) Noticing him starting with the door along the east side of the hall, she speaks up. "Time is probably of the essence. If the people are behind that other door, perhaps we should try that first?" She points to the door that Corvin had seemed to indicate. (OOC - Which should be door O)
While picking the first lock, Lusiaspeaks up. Leif pops the lock easily and turns to address Lusia. "Yeah, I just don't trust that fella. It seemed like he wanted us to go for that door so I went for this one instead. But if you think I should well... let's give it a quick look see first." Leif then begins to investigate door O and its lock (9) for any traps.
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" She asks with a curious tilt of her head. "Please answer a few more questions first, Corvin. Would any of these doors happen to be trapped? Is there other dangerous cargo we should be aware of besides the people?"
Corvin looks uneasy.
Leif and Aisling examine the padlock on the first door (C). Leif pulls out some tools and goes to work. The simple padlock pops open with ease.
"Yeah, I just don't trust that fella. It seemed like he wanted us to go for that door so I went for this one instead. But if you think I should well... let's give it a quick look see first."
Leif turns his attention to the door Corvin indicated to contain the 'cargo'. Aisling's dancing orbs provide the light as he looks carefully around the door frame and at the padlock.
Leif, you can't see anything resembling a trap. No catches, wires or pins that you can see. You reach for the padlock...
Corvin panics. "N-n-noo, L-let me out!" he screams like a frightened child. Quick as a flash, he ducks behind the aft mast, out of the port corridor and up the stairs to the top deck.
Door C is no longer padlocked, and before long, door O will also be padlock-free. It is just the party, the door and whatever is behind it! What's your plan?
The young knight growls as the elf flees, taking a battle stance to be ready with sword and shield to protect the others from whatever will come out from behind the unlocked doors.
Joy is surprised by the strange elf's sudden burst of speed. Still, their biggest concern now is whatever he was so afraid of. Joy readies herself as well, moving to stand between the others and door O since it seemed to be the one that set Corvin off.
Aislingjerks her head toward the unnerving elf as he bolts, a twist of unease settling in her stomach. What is inside this room that he's so afraid of? She exclaims, "Careful, Leif!" before taking a few steps back, giving Cyrieland Joyspace.
(If an action is allowed, she disengages. Then moves to position herself next to door M).
Leifgrabs the padlock and is about to begin picking the lock with his trusty tools when Corvin bolts around Joyand Cyriel to escape out to the upper deck. He stops for a moment to address the party. "Okay... that was weird. These sailors were not afraid of those people we saved from the caged wagon. I don't think they are behind this door." He presses his ear to the door to listen for a moment.
Cleo,
That uneasy, unbalanced feeling you got when you boarded the ship. It is beginning to make your skin crawl down here. You are feeling an undeniable urge to get off this ship.
Lusia, you look around the ship as best you can. It is dark, but you can make out a few things. From the entrance to the fore compartment, you can see a few crates and barrels scattered around. You can also see another hatch (presumably to the ship's hold).
Joy, From the port entrance to the aft compartment, you can see down a hall with some doors on your right.
Leif, you are with Cyriel, armed and ready.
Aisling conjures some illusionary magic to project her voice...
You hear some movement from behind the wall next to the aft mast.
(ooc: couldn't let that nat 20 go to waste)
From behind sacks stacked by the aft mask, out steps a thin, pointy nosed elf with long, greasy, black hair and an unsettling grin. His hands up in a surrendering gesture.
"Now, now, let's not be hasty, friends! No need for violence, hmm?"
(he is the red cross on the map).
"As you say, no need for violence, just show us to ze people you are transporting for Lady Valya and tell us vhat you know about zem, where zey came from, vho delivered zem to you and vhere you are taking zem and zere will be no need for violence." The young knight says, stepping closer to the elf with the unsettling grin. Meanwhile he looks around to see what this part of the ship holds, cabins for the crew, or perhaps locked cells?
"Yes, we only seek to find out what is going on and make sure the people held here are safe. I'm Joy. What is your name?" The Hexblood does her best to convince the unnerving elf to share what he knows, though his grin makes her slightly uneasy.
Persuasion: 22
Aisling takes a small step back when the strange elf appears. Something about him unsettles her, and she's glad Cyriel and Joy are leading the conversation. From her position, she tries to study him more closely—what is it about him that feels so off?
(OOC: Not sure what to roll. Arcana perhaps? Got a 7. If her "occult lore" book applies here, it would be a +5)
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Cleo sticks close to the others. The feeling of dread she experienced earlier has only continued to grow. She scans her surroundings warily, fully expecting something to pop out at any moment. Then someone does pop out, but he is holding his hands up to surrender. It's the man with the crossbow. His smile unsettles Cleo, and she bites her lip. All of this is wrong. She has to fight the urge to turn and run back up the stairs and off the boat, to get away from this place as quickly as possible.
"I don't like this," she whispers, more to herself than anyone else, but those near her can definitely hear.
She continues to watch the elven man with suspicion, trying to glean any insight from his demeanor, his words. Is he truly meaning to surrender?
Insight - 9
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Lusia comments to the others, "There is another hatch. Those being held are likely below." She looks over to Cyriel who had asked the crossbowman about their locations - amongst many other questions. She waits to see if he will actually answer this time before making for that hatch.
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Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Satina Cindermark, Fighter || Meira Dheran, Rogue
"Y-y-yes, Ser!" he replies, still holding his hands up defensively, "No violence!"
"Corvin! Ma'am", he replies to Joy, half bowing as he introduces himself. He is obviously very uncomfortable with being interrogated. He rubs his hands together, eyes darting to the door behind him. "Look, you want the cargo? It's behind this door. But if you got any sense, you'll leave it be."
He takes a step across the hall, lowering his voice. "Whatever's behind that door ain't my business, and it ain't gonna be my problem neither. You want it? You deal with it!" he tries to slide past and head for the stairs.
ooc: Please see the PM
"Unlock ze padlocks here first! And if you have any sense you tell us vhy ve vould leave it be." The young perrenish knight says grimly now, the grip on the hilt of his shining blade tightening, taking a step to block the unsettling elf's way, growing increasingly frustrated and impatient with the crew on this ship, his eyes flaring with anger as he stares at the elf.
Aisling will not stand in Corvin's way—she isn't strong enough to stop him. The strongest among them, like Cyriel, can handle it.
The shapeshifted half-elf doesn't imagine Corvin will want to help opening the locks, so she whispers to Leif, "Do you want to try opening any of the locked doors? Let me assist you. I can light the locks for you."
If the halfling agrees, she will accompany him, summoning her dancing orbs and casting an ethereal bluish glow over his work while Cyriel’s sword lights the rest of the party. She watches closely, keen eyes scanning the mechanism for the best angle to approach. Four eyes see better than two, after all.
Diving deep to the surface ♫ Auriel | Chase | Shenua | Arren | Lyra | Jadzia
Joy also steps over to block Corvin's escape, though she does her best to maintain a non-threatening posture. "Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" She asks with a curious tilt of her head. "Please answer a few more questions first, Corvin. Would any of these doors happen to be trapped? Is there other dangerous cargo we should be aware of besides the people?"
Persuasion: 26
Leif responds to Cyriel as he looks in awe at his shining sword and then down at his dagger in disappointment, 'I need to learn how to do that.' he thinks to himself. "No need for a key. I got this."
"No problem! Gee, thanks for that." Leif says as he stares in wonder as the motes of light float around him. He quickly returns to his senses and begins working on the first locked door whilst listening for any sound beyond the door.
SoH: 20
Perception: 16
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Hearing Corvin share the location of 'the cargo', Lusia is a little bit relieved. She notes the Cyriel and Joy seem to have the man hedged in as he tries to slip away. Not need there, she steps closer to where Asling is helping provide light for Lief's attempts and getting past the locks. (OOC - Placing her near the doorway - kind of between B and C on the map.) Noticing him starting with the door along the east side of the hall, she speaks up. "Time is probably of the essence. If the people are behind that other door, perhaps we should try that first?" She points to the door that Corvin had seemed to indicate. (OOC - Which should be door O)
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While picking the first lock, Lusia speaks up. Leif pops the lock easily and turns to address Lusia. "Yeah, I just don't trust that fella. It seemed like he wanted us to go for that door so I went for this one instead. But if you think I should well... let's give it a quick look see first." Leif then begins to investigate door O and its lock (9) for any traps.
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Corvin looks uneasy.
Leif and Aisling examine the padlock on the first door (C). Leif pulls out some tools and goes to work. The simple padlock pops open with ease.
Leif turns his attention to the door Corvin indicated to contain the 'cargo'. Aisling's dancing orbs provide the light as he looks carefully around the door frame and at the padlock.
Leif, you can't see anything resembling a trap. No catches, wires or pins that you can see. You reach for the padlock...
Corvin panics. "N-n-noo, L-let me out!" he screams like a frightened child. Quick as a flash, he ducks behind the aft mast, out of the port corridor and up the stairs to the top deck.
Door C is no longer padlocked, and before long, door O will also be padlock-free. It is just the party, the door and whatever is behind it! What's your plan?
The young knight growls as the elf flees, taking a battle stance to be ready with sword and shield to protect the others from whatever will come out from behind the unlocked doors.
(Preemptive dodge if allowed)
Joy is surprised by the strange elf's sudden burst of speed. Still, their biggest concern now is whatever he was so afraid of. Joy readies herself as well, moving to stand between the others and door O since it seemed to be the one that set Corvin off.
Aisling jerks her head toward the unnerving elf as he bolts, a twist of unease settling in her stomach. What is inside this room that he's so afraid of? She exclaims, "Careful, Leif!" before taking a few steps back, giving Cyriel and Joy space.
(If an action is allowed, she disengages. Then moves to position herself next to door M).
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Leif grabs the padlock and is about to begin picking the lock with his trusty tools when Corvin bolts around Joy and Cyriel to escape out to the upper deck. He stops for a moment to address the party. "Okay... that was weird. These sailors were not afraid of those people we saved from the caged wagon. I don't think they are behind this door." He presses his ear to the door to listen for a moment.
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
Cyriel insight to determine if the elf has tried to decieve them: 11 + Guidance: 1
He was genuinely scared.