Jimjar pats himself down as best he can, it looks like everyone's shackles have been upgraded. Nope...'course not. Slashed one'o 'em basterds real good, though he says, giving a dry chuckle.

The orc stirs awake as well, sitting up, and looks around, then back down at his shackles. He jumps up, cursing and kicking at stones, pacing the back of the cell in a rage. The others that hadn't joined you for work detail, the drow and the twins, still sit back, silently watching the rest of the group with wary eyes.

Edwin:

Taking it all in stoically, Edwin tastes the bitterness of defeat on his tongue.  Yet while there is life, there is hope, so he makes himself as comfortable as possible, trying to concentrate on allowing his body to rest and heal.

Nacht is one again scouring the cage for anything that could be used as a weapon. 

The orc aims a kick at Stool, who dodges out of the way, but with a snarl the drow pounces on the orc and punches him out once again. Filthy orc...don't touch the myconid he says, breathing heavily, before going to sit back down, still glaring at the unconscious orc.

Elspeth and Derendil start to stir as well. Elspeth sits up and looks around. Looks like we're right back where we started...plus some aches and pains she winces as she shifts around to sit up against the wall. That poison is....unpleasant.

Dagna blinks, caught off guard as the silent drow moves with brutal efficiency, knocking the orc out cold before retreating into his usual, brooding silence. Pushing past the ache in her body, she steps forward cautiously, studying him with newfound curiosity.

"Didn’t expect you to stand up for the little one, but thanks," she murmurs, keeping her voice even. She doesn’t trust him—but she respects actions over words. Folding her arms, she tilts her head slightly. "Why?" 

The drow looks up at her, looking almost confused himself. I...I don't like seeing the little guy picked on, is all. He returns to his brooding with gusto.

As you sit and try to recover from your wounds, you hear voices and footsteps, and see torchlight flickering on the walls coming towards you.

Into view steps Ilvara herself. She's tall, thin, and wielding a rod with three writhing tentacles protruding from the end. Her scourge is looped onto her belt, and she is flanked by Jorlan and Shor. Shor wears a smug smile, his wand back in his hand, though Jorlan's disfigured face is still twisted into a disgruntled frown. Further flanking Ilvara is another drow you haven't seen yet, though she wears priestess robes similar to Ilvara's (though not as extravagant). There are 4 more elites carrying torches and crossbows, and two quaggoths as well. The outside of the cell has crowded up quite nicely.

You know, begins Ilvara, the scum we normally place in this cage are sniveling cowards. I must commend you for your bravery...attacking fully armed guards with naught but your fists and wits. Brave. Stupid...but brave. So how shall we reward your bravery? Why, by ensuring it does not happen again. I keep an orderly prison here, and uprisings will not be tolerated. An example must be made. She motions to one of the elites, who steps forward and unlocks the door. Her and Shor step into the door of the cell, and the tentacles writhe out and wrap around the orc's unconscious body.

Karys wakes up in pain, groaning. She sits up and realizes that she's still alive. So are all the others at least. She glances around, noticing the unconscious orc. She missed him getting punched out again by the drow. Before she can take an assessment of her injuries, the mistress of pain herself shows up in the doorway. Despite herself, Karys winces at the sight of her tentacled rod. As the tentacles writhe around the unconscious orc's body, the Shadar-kai feels a rush of relief, followed immediately by guilt.

Dagna grits her teeth, watching as the orc’s unconscious body is dragged away. She feels no love for him, but there’s no victory in this—just cold inevitability.

Edwin:

Thinking about his conversation with the orc and his current predicament, Edwin cannot let this pass unchallenged, even given the fellow prisoner’s somewhat unsavory behavior.  In the orc’s uncontrolled rage he sees an uncomfortable reflection of his own volatile youth before he learned more control.

Standing up and stepping forward, he says, “I started this.  I bear the responsibility, so I should bear the punishment.”

Bowing his head, Edwin waits for the sting of Ilvara’s lash without any effort to dodge or defend.

Nacht shrugs(?). It doesn't have shoulders, but it kinda feels like it just shrugged. Better the orc than anyone else. 

Edwin tenses, waiting for the scourge....but instead there's only a slamming of the cell door, and it's once again locked tight. How very noble Ilvara says, with a cold smile on her lips. I am well aware of who began the fights in each area. Nothing inside of Velkynvelve is hidden from my sight. And now I see that the scourge...that is not the punishment for you. You may live with the knowledge that this...this is the consequence of your actions. Ilvara tosses the orc to the side, the tentacles releasing him. Shor jabs the wand, and the glob that hits him spreads out and covers his arms and legs, restraining him completely. One of the elites pours a potion in the orc's mouth, and after a few seconds he begins to stir again, groggily. As he stirs, one of the quaggoths picks him up and hurls him over the side.

He yells out, then the yell is stopped short as he's caught in the giant webbing surrounding the walkways. The orc starts calling out for help...but now you can see movement further down the web. Giant spiders...several of them, converging on the struggling orc. He sees them...and begins to scream, calling out and crying for help. Luckily those cries are also cut short as the spiders descend for their meal.

Ilvara watches all of this dispassionately, finally turning back towards the prisoners. They remain hungry...always hungry. Step out of line again and another of you will nourish my children. She twirls around, beginning to walk off. Oh, and Jorlan...since you had your weapon stolen, you may feed our prisoners on your own today. There are hidden s******s and smirks among the elites, but Shor does nothing to hide the triumphant sneer he directs in Jorlan's direction as he stalks off after Ilvara. The rest of the drow and the quaggoths leave as well, and Jorlan, his deformities twisted into outright fury now, stomps off to get your food.

Nacht watches the spiders with not fear, but curiosity. It recalls its own experience in the web of similar beasts. 

Dagna pays careful attention to the wand's effects despite her disgust at the orc's fate.

Edwin:

Forcing himself to watch the orc’s final moments, Edwin slowly looks back at Ilvara with an unreadable expression.  “I will remember,” he says in the even tone of one who has once more regained an iron-fisted control of his emotions…for now.

In that moment, he visualizes Ilvara being torn apart by spiders in his mind’s eye, realizing if it is ever within his power, that is the fate she will receive.  For now, though, he turns and rejoins the others, taking his place alongside the other prisoners.

Nacht begins another frantic search for weapons, trying to coordinate with everyone else in the cell. "Weapons! Where? Help find!"

*Would sleepless from Thri-Kreen let me search while taking a long rest, or would this count as strenuous activity?*

Dagna leans against the cell wall with a pained sigh, struggling to clear her mind as a migraine sets in.

(A frantic search would be strenuous...you'd need to take a break)

A little while later, the sound of a lone pair of irregular footsteps reaches you. Jorlan appears, still scowling, struggling along with a large tray of your mushroom gruel. He starts the process of passing the bowls through a small slot, one at a time. Without making eye contact with anyone, he says, very quietly, Were I to give you the means to escape from here, would you take it?

Nacht stares at him with its soulless eyes. Is this offer genuine?

Insight: 6

Dagna's eyes open and she studies Jorlan skeptically as well.

Insight: 12