"Forgiveness? Right?!" Folzi snorts in agreement with Lyra. "The only reflection I need is that I'm sorry that we didn't kill the lot on the beach." The gnome reaches into his pocket and pulls out the coin he got from Niska. He sits up against the bars listening to the others, rubbing his thumb over the coin.
He looks up from he contemplations to Mace."If you know it's wrong, why sit by and do nothing?"
If/When Mace is not looking his way, Folzi would begin to attempt to pick his manacle, if possible.
OOC: You don't have your thieves tools my man that falls into gear. No focus nothing to help cast spells. You've got your clothes and I allowed ppl to keep magic footwear. But they're also magical that's not how they open and Folzi knows this.
"Despair doesn't become you friend," a jovial voice echoes in Folzi's head as a shadowy figure moves at the corner of his eye but when he looks there's only Mace and the lovers.
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OOC: You said that I was able to hide them when I asked in the PM thread. Moot since I'm sure 16 doesn't get it, and I kinda figured the magical nature of the manacles would prevent it, but wanted to give it a shot.
Folzi smiles and stops rubbing the coin. His hand closes tightly around it and glances to where he saw the movement. His focus returns back to the Mace and the others.
The next morning Later that evening, he chews his tongue in frustration as Lyra and Folzi whisper past him. When he speaks, he looks at no one. "They want me to ask their forgiveness for being born? Why did their great-and-fluffy goddess allow me to be born, if I am such an abomination? Where is their repentance for the slaughter of innocents? For their hatred of me because of my race and my education?" He clanks his manacles against the bars of the cell to emphasize each question, and continues to clank them just because he enjoys the grating metallic sound.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
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Perception 18
Folzi takes a hard look at Mace when he hears his words. He then turns to Nick. "C'mon, bud. I wish you'd eat a little something. I'm going to need you at top form when we bust out of here."
OOC: It's been 36 hrs. I never actively monitored food but if you want to handicap yourself go for it. This is the evening of the trail. It's not yet morning. Hrain and Pat are in the future. I was giving y'all a chance to make plans before putting you on the air ship while they're recovering the stripping of divine magics. Both voluntarily choosen.
Folzi notices Mace give Marion a satchel of some kind.
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Folzi clutches the coin close to him. In his mind, he then answers the voice. Not in despair, just know when I need some help. There's seems to be quite a few misguided Shepherds around here and that kind of things seems to be your milieu.
Folzi takes a hard look at Mace when he hears his words. He then turns to Nick. "C'mon, bud. I wish you'd eat a little something. I'm going to need you at top form when we bust out of here."
"I do not need their poisoned food to go along with the poisoned air and the poisoned walls around us. Fret not, old chap - if there is an opportunity, I will be ready." He continues to clank his manacles against the bars.
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Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
"Tell me Mace, why do you still obey orders from these Shepherds? I bet this is not the first time you've seen them condemning innocent people to deaths. How can you continue to follow them in face of such injustice?"
"It is actually. This has been my post for fifty years and up until the attacks I had no problems or disagreements with any decisions made by the Ultus. They has been three in my time here and Lady Wingrove was by far the most...liberal," Mace explains looking to Marion now.
"Power..." Marion heaves a sigh moving apart from Edmund. "She's blinded by it now," she explains as Edmund nods.
OOC: I'd like to wrap up the night ASAP tp move on. Anything else y'all would like to discuss you need to RP it soon.
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Folzi clutches the coin close to him. In his mind, he then answers the voice. Not in despair, just know when I need some help. There's seems to be quite a few misguided Shepherds around here and that kind of things seems to be your milieu.
"I don't pretend to understand them but I do disapprove of their meddling. Think of a way to get a laugh. Soon you'll be free of them," the voice replies with a jovial tone.
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Lyra doesnt respond to Mace. She just walks back into the cell a few steps, stops at the ceiling and crouches down again. Her arms crossed and the eyes closed, she just waits for whats to come.
Nicknack sits beside Lyra and rests his little head on their shoulder. "So tired of fighting their stupid hate."
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Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Folzi, staring off into space, snorts then mumbles to himself. "Great, now I gotta be a comedian... Anyways," he says turning again to Mace, "you handing out anymore care packages there?"
"Don't know what you mean big mouth," Mace adds before leaving ushering Edmund forward. "Lights out soon," he adds next.
After a restless night the three caster wake the next morning and are moved from the cells under the watchful eyes of Sunites in gold armor. None of the Sunites show any of the casters curtsy ushering them all roughly forward, there are six in all plus Marion, up the garrison steps next onto the docked airship platform. These Sunites broker no mercy putting the casters in yet another series of cells. The party remained together: Lyra, Folzi, and Nick however are placed with Marion. Inside the airship is wooden as the bars between the cells in the hold are metal but the ship does not seem to have the same magic zapping effects.
Lyra, Folzi, and Nick give me a CON save DC13 against the Weave stone !
Already on the airship Pat and Hrian are given separate posts at the front and rear. They are told the trip will take an entire 24 hours and the former SoTs are given first watch.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Father Pat stands at his position in the bow saying nothing and with what looks like a bored expression on his face. He is however watching everything that is going on (Perception roll 4)
(OOC - LOL! One day Pat is going to notice something worthwhile)
"Forgiveness? Right?!" Folzi snorts in agreement with Lyra. "The only reflection I need is that I'm sorry that we didn't kill the lot on the beach." The gnome reaches into his pocket and pulls out the coin he got from Niska. He sits up against the bars listening to the others, rubbing his thumb over the coin.
He looks up from he contemplations to Mace. "If you know it's wrong, why sit by and do nothing?"
If/When Mace is not looking his way, Folzi would begin to attempt to pick his manacle, if possible.
16
OOC: You don't have your thieves tools my man that falls into gear. No focus nothing to help cast spells. You've got your clothes and I allowed ppl to keep magic footwear. But they're also magical that's not how they open and Folzi knows this.
"Despair doesn't become you friend," a jovial voice echoes in Folzi's head as a shadowy figure moves at the corner of his eye but when he looks there's only Mace and the lovers.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
OOC: You said that I was able to hide them when I asked in the PM thread. Moot since I'm sure 16 doesn't get it, and I kinda figured the magical nature of the manacles would prevent it, but wanted to give it a shot.
Folzi smiles and stops rubbing the coin. His hand closes tightly around it and glances to where he saw the movement. His focus returns back to the Mace and the others.
OOC: Did I? Apologies I forgot!
"It isn't hopeless," Mace begins. "You still have friends among us," he adds smiley softly at Marion and Edmund.
Perception check Folzi.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Nicknack stares at the food pushed into his cell, but does not touch it.
Day 1 of 5 -- after five days without food, Nicknack will begin to suffer levels of exhaustion https://www.dndbeyond.com/sources/phb/adventuring#Food
The next morningLater that evening, he chews his tongue in frustration as Lyra and Folzi whisper past him. When he speaks, he looks at no one. "They want me to ask their forgiveness for being born? Why did their great-and-fluffy goddess allow me to be born, if I am such an abomination? Where is their repentance for the slaughter of innocents? For their hatred of me because of my race and my education?" He clanks his manacles against the bars of the cell to emphasize each question, and continues to clank them just because he enjoys the grating metallic sound.Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Perception 18
Folzi takes a hard look at Mace when he hears his words. He then turns to Nick. "C'mon, bud. I wish you'd eat a little something. I'm going to need you at top form when we bust out of here."
OOC: It's been 36 hrs. I never actively monitored food but if you want to handicap yourself go for it. This is the evening of the trail. It's not yet morning. Hrain and Pat are in the future. I was giving y'all a chance to make plans before putting you on the air ship while they're recovering the stripping of divine magics. Both voluntarily choosen.
Folzi notices Mace give Marion a satchel of some kind.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Folzi clutches the coin close to him. In his mind, he then answers the voice. Not in despair, just know when I need some help. There's seems to be quite a few misguided Shepherds around here and that kind of things seems to be your milieu.
"I do not need their poisoned food to go along with the poisoned air and the poisoned walls around us. Fret not, old chap - if there is an opportunity, I will be ready." He continues to clank his manacles against the bars.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
"Tell me Mace, why do you still obey orders from these Shepherds? I bet this is not the first time you've seen them condemning innocent people to deaths. How can you continue to follow them in face of such injustice?"
"It is actually. This has been my post for fifty years and up until the attacks I had no problems or disagreements with any decisions made by the Ultus. They has been three in my time here and Lady Wingrove was by far the most...liberal," Mace explains looking to Marion now.
"Power..." Marion heaves a sigh moving apart from Edmund. "She's blinded by it now," she explains as Edmund nods.
OOC: I'd like to wrap up the night ASAP tp move on. Anything else y'all would like to discuss you need to RP it soon.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"I don't pretend to understand them but I do disapprove of their meddling. Think of a way to get a laugh. Soon you'll be free of them," the voice replies with a jovial tone.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Lyra doesnt respond to Mace. She just walks back into the cell a few steps, stops at the ceiling and crouches down again. Her arms crossed and the eyes closed, she just waits for whats to come.
Nicknack sits beside Lyra and rests his little head on their shoulder. "So tired of fighting their stupid hate."
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Folzi, staring off into space, snorts then mumbles to himself. "Great, now I gotta be a comedian... Anyways," he says turning again to Mace, "you handing out anymore care packages there?"
Mace looks at Folzi with a hard glare.
"Don't know what you mean big mouth," Mace adds before leaving ushering Edmund forward. "Lights out soon," he adds next.
After a restless night the three caster wake the next morning and are moved from the cells under the watchful eyes of Sunites in gold armor. None of the Sunites show any of the casters curtsy ushering them all roughly forward, there are six in all plus Marion, up the garrison steps next onto the docked airship platform. These Sunites broker no mercy putting the casters in yet another series of cells. The party remained together: Lyra, Folzi, and Nick however are placed with Marion. Inside the airship is wooden as the bars between the cells in the hold are metal but the ship does not seem to have the same magic zapping effects.
Lyra, Folzi, and Nick give me a CON save DC13 against the Weave stone !
Already on the airship Pat and Hrian are given separate posts at the front and rear. They are told the trip will take an entire 24 hours and the former SoTs are given first watch.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
ConST 25
Nicknack CON save: 6
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Con save: 25
Father Pat stands at his position in the bow saying nothing and with what looks like a bored expression on his face. He is however watching everything that is going on (Perception roll 4)
(OOC - LOL! One day Pat is going to notice something worthwhile)
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks