(oof.)

Perspicacious falls to the ground, unconscious

((OOC I consider myself a notoriously bad roller. I'm amused that it follows me from the table to the forums. When I DM it works in the player's favor, so everyone has a good time. Not sure how I feel about it from the player side. :D ))

(to be fair, this Arena Intrigue arc has necessitated a ton of checks and saves, especially for you. Don't worry, P isn't dead)

The Professor would yell to the Pretender, "What is the meaning of this sir?!"

"I've neutralized the hobgoblin, Porter. Surely you don't count this monster among the rest of your friends?" He looks thoughtful for a moment. "Honestly, I'm surprised the little beast had the capacity for the civility he displayed." 

He sits at the desk. "I apologize for the shock, just the same. Let's just allow Ritz to clear him away, yes?" The Pretender turns a shrewd eye to you, "As we all are acutely aware, assisting or harboring one of their kind is treason. Are there any objections?"

(The hobgoblin is unconscious, yes? Is our image of Perspicacious as well?)

(yes, indeed- Perspicacious is out of the action for the moment)

**I'm going to try something dumb.**

The professor turns to Amaruve, "Mr Al'Ameth, can you carry a hobgoblin?"

And I cast Fog Cloud in the room. And try to make a run for it.

(OH NO)

Okay, just to clarify...
1) Where are you trying to run to?
2) Are you planning to just leave Perspicacious behind (it's fine if you are, just want to ensure you remember that she's unconscious)?
3) Are you sure???

(He wants Amaruve to carry her)

*i was hoping a Amaruve could lift her? Or become something that could? 🤷‍♂️

And I'd like to go back to the tunnels where it split

But Gordra is not a seasoned adventurer and probably doesn't realize this is a bad idea. He just smells trouble and wants out.**

"Sweet Selune..." Jean whispered in exasperation. She waited to see if the rest of the party would flee, intending to join the greater mass whether fleeing or staying put.

(Sidebar, Jean: You are duty-bound to protect Perspicacious... You have free will, but that's something wired fairly deeply into your role as an enforcer of the tower)

(Okay, team- I need an action from each of you before I react. What do each of you do? Amaruve, you had a short rest, so you can wild shape once more if need be)

Quote from BDaddLy >>

(He wants Amaruve to carry her)

(OH. Sorry. Ignore the clueless DM)

Jean moves close to Perspicacious, ready to draw her blade if Ritz comes by again. "Do we even have any healers?" She asks the rest of the group.

(Waiting on BDaddLy, then. I have a feeling he's going to throw a wrench in any plan I try to put together)

(While we wait for BD...)

Perspicacious, you find yourself in that gray twilit space between dreams and reality. You find yourself on horseback and riding along a winding trail up a spike of a mountain. Looking out across the valley, you see the city of Waterdeep, your home, off in the distance. How long has it been since you last walked its streets? You've been away so long, been removed from the ones you love for so long...The trail you are walking grows narrower and narrower, until you are certain that the horse will stop. It missteps, instead, and you are thrown from its back. You find yourself careening downward, downward, a loose shower of dust and stones fall alongside you as the earth rushes upward to welcome you back from the dizzying heights...

Now you're in another place. Your vision is different, the colors are muted, hazy. You can't remember how long you've been here, chained in the dark behind the iron gate. *This is * and yet here you are, chained in the dark. Others move fitfully around you: Hungry, thirsty, sick, dead- what *This is not * difference does it make anymore. But then things begin to change. Some of you are moved. Now there is light. There is fighting in the pits, yes, but you are *This is not my * good at fighting, you always have been. You continue to win until you have your own cell, this one with a window. Now you have companionship, there is one like you, someone whose company you enjoy. They thrust you together like animals, but all you do is talk, and remember the home country, and the time before...

"THIS IS NOT MY MEMORY! " Your mind screams. Suddenly you are two people. You are Perspicacious, the enterprising young tiefling who has streamlined that Tower's most consequential working lab, and you are also the hobgoblin Rog, undefeated (well, until recently) warrior of the arena. It cannot be reconciled- a mind must be one thing or another. And then the memories are like a dam breaking. You are running down the streets of waterdeep. You are speaking softly with the female hobgoblin. You are receiving a commendation from the archmage. The female tells you clearly in goblish: "We will free them- all the others. I will send you a sign through the cleric and we will strike"

"THE NOTE!  IT WAS WRITTEN IN GOBLISH! I CAN-" But then the darkness drags you once more into its embrace.

(Hopefully the last one for you, AP:) Perspicacious, make a CON save, please.

btw, Rog's general appearance: 

Con Save: 11

((Kinda wishing I hadn't thrown that fight...))