Link's Out of the Abyss!

*Hallo! This is for Weathervision, JFCapps, Wes, Ben_Evolent, Brian_Avery, and Mister_Whisker!*

Setting: The Underdark.

Time: Unknown. 

Location: Unknown.

Rules:

It's been days since you've last seen the sun. Each of you, individually, has been captured by the drow. Whether it be for delving too deep, from a surface raid, whatever the cause, your situation seems bleak. You've all been trapped down here, with no idea for how long, your necks and wrists shackled by metal. From what you've seen, about a dozen or so other prisoners are in the slave pen. 

Your captors include a cruel drow priestess who calls herself Mistress Ilvara, of House Mizzrym. Over the past several days, you've seen her several times, robed in silken garments and flanked by two male drow, one with a mass of scars covering his face and neck.

Mistress Ilvara likes to impress her will with a dreaded barbed whip in hand, and to remind you that your fates now belong to her. "Accept your fate, learn to obey, and you may survive." Even as you begin to plot your escape, her words still echo in your memory...

Everyone, please roll 1d10 for how long you've been here for, and go ahead and introduce your characters!

7

Mirelle sits quietly in her corner, doing her best to be beneath notice by the frightful Drow overseers. Her big eyes dart around nervously... as if she is looking at things that aren't quite there. She is dressed a far too colorfully for this drab place, yet she isn't broken yet. She is waiting for the right moment.

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Mirelle, your time here hasn’t been in vain. While none of you have your proper equipment, you’ve still been able to scavenge some materials. Roll a d20 and add 7 to it.

Mirelle (?) roll: 22