"The hell are you to say we're not doin' this right?" Drazzim says, still taking care of Vinollah. "The girl's been scared half to death by the crud in there. I don't care who you are, but we're taking her back to town safely after trashing this  place an' the bad crap in there."

Andmarir simply had been listening to the conversation with thre elf woman,  but then he speaks up.  " This conversation will take place outside of this foul hole. The young lass willboot be turned over until the is a conversation with both yourself and her father. If you care enough,  help destroy this placeamid then we can speak. It is obvious we are in a hurry to get this done. " 

His words ain't too pretty but perhaps a elf could make her see the logic of all working together. 

Persuasion 4

Neya, noticing the bow is only down, but not away, scratches the back of her own neck.

"You don't entirely trust us, do you? That's entirely understandable... Smart too. Sure, we inadvertently helped you, but that does not make a firm foundation."

"Perhaps introductions may do a better job?"

Persuasion: 3

Graxx's insight check on the Elf lady:

She seems legitimately preoccupied about Villonah. You can tell she does not know Rillo very well just by the way she looked at him, but that does not come from a feeling of disdain or hatred. You can also fell a kind of honorable fervor in her words.

Hearing you all deliver similar messages, albeit with different tones, the Elf lady puts away her bow and arrow: "Alright, If you meant to take her away from me you'd have rushed me already. I guess introductions are indeed overdue..." She clears her throat. "My name is Yllivia, and I am a member of the Order of the Gauntlet. Our local Phlan group is dedicated to fighting the tyranny of the Black Fist knights. Villonah is also a member of the Order of the Gauntlet. You can save us all some time and try to shake her off of her shock. She can confirm all of this herself." She pauses for a second and then adds "I will stay here and watch... both the medical work and the demolition one."

Utar walks closer to Drazzim, setting a reassuring hand on the dwarf's shoulder as he passes him, positioning himself with his back to the she elf from the Order of the Gauntlet.

"Maybe set the girl down, dwarf. If she needs seeing to that can't happen when you hold her in your arms."

Religion check on the Order of the Gauntlet - 12

Intelligence check to see if Utar has heard of it(?) - 10

"Shall we?" Graxx says as he walks to the front of the rope closest to where if things go wrong he is last to escape.

Once everyone is in position.

Graxx would like to rage "TEMPUS!"

Athletics:  9

Now that things seem to be under control. Andmarir puts his bow away and gets ready to help with the pulling of the rope. 

Athletics 10

"Okay, looks like we're doing this first..."

Neya picks up some rope and readies herself for the one-sided tug-of-war

Athletics: 2

Athletics: 2

Halfling Luck: 21

Utar's religion and history check:

The Order of the Gauntlet is a widely recognizable faction with power and clout throughout Faerûn. Like any other faction, their most vital objectives and missions are kept a secret from outsiders, but their reputation and presence are nonetheless more popularized than other factions. Their ranks are composed of faithful and vigilant seekers of justice who protect others from the depredations of evildoers. The organization has a reputation of being honorable, vigilant, and zealous. Because of their general mission ("Faith is the greatest weapon against evil—faith in one’s god, one’s friends, and one’s self"), they often attract champions of many different faiths into membership, with clerics, monks, and paladins being commonly drawn to their ranks.

On Graxx's cue, the group then begins pulling on the rope. The barbarian is joined by Neya, Andmarir, and Rag and they can feel the rope loosening and becoming taut once again a total of three times, proving their work is slowly succeeding. Sounds of tumbling rocks can be heard beyond the door's threshold.

(OOC: The group's athletics check is up to 39. Anyone else pulling?)

Utar looks over to the group pulling on the ropes and sighs. "Maybe don't put the girl down just yet, be ready to get her outside if this goes badly."

He then goes over, taking a slack piece of rope in his hands.

Athletics - 23

(@MoistBooks: Ooph... that will do it.)

Once Utar joins the group on pulling duty, the remaining pillars have no chance. A loud crashing noise is heard, followed by smoke and debris jetting through the door. The ashy smoke takes over the cell room you are in, but it settles after a few minutes. Thankfully, the well built structure of this room is able to support the weight the cavernous room could not once the obelisks were destroyed. With the exception of Neya, who is now feeling the effects of rope burn on her palms, all party members are fine. Rillo is a bit scared and Yllivia is stoic, but Villonah has started screaming again in her shock, clearly amplified by the loud noise she does not understand in her current state.

Perhaps 10 feet worth of rope would be recoverable, but that's about it.

"Easy, gal." Drazzim says, going back over to Villonah. "Yer safe now, see? No more scary purple crap to worry about."

 (Also retroactive Athletics check: 14)

"Yllivia, if you'll allow me, I may be able to alleviate Villonah's trauma with a mild herbal sedative. However, I'm not entirely sure how effective it will be due to the fact that she suffered pain, mental anguish and possibly magically-induced fear, judging by what those pillars in that room did to a few of my companions. She will certainly need more help, regardless."

Drazzim drops the rope and goes back to Villonah, calming her down once again. She seems to recall his voice from moments ago, finding it soothing and comforting.

Yllivia responds to Neya: "If there is anything you can do for her right now, I ask that you do so. Whether it works or not, I can then take her to the Ruined Lyceum upstairs, if it is undamaged by your little demolition job here, and pay for her healing. What irony that Bane's old temple has become grounds of refuge for those in need of healing or even a hot meal."

Rillo agrees with Yllivia: "Yes, yes, please do something right now if you can."

(@DracheLehre: This would be a medicine check aided by the use your Herbalism Kit. Since you are already proficient in medicine anyway, I'll say that your Herbalism Kit would give you advantage on this roll.)

Medicine: 18

With the dust settling from the demolition of the cavern, Utar drops the rope from his hands, rubs them lightly on the fabric of his tabbard, and silently thanks Torm for his protection.

Seeing Neya and Drazzim busy comforting and tending to the gnome girl, he appears to absently wander over to the exit from the room. Stopping beside it, he eyes Rillo and Yllivia. He coughs lightly and speaks, calmly and slowly so as not to further disturb Villonah; the girl has been through enough, but his tone is unmistakably grumpy.

"Would one, or preferably both of you like to explain what is going on here? Rillo. Yllivia. How did Villonah come to be here? How did you find her? And how, in Torm's name, is this connected to the current situation in Phlan?"

(Intimation if needed - 14, not sure if it is, but it's all Utar's working with. Going for a ''not mad, just disappointed' thing.)

Graxx hearing Utar's word walks over to stand beside Rillo and looks down on the gnome.  "Yes!  I want to hear what this one has to say.  If someone came in to take one of my kin I would have a lot more to say than this gnome has.  The elf lady's words were true earlier weren't they?  Answer my patient friend."

"Look at Graxx, Rillo. I can assure you, he is not as..." Utar pauses, milking the dramatic effect, mulling his next words carefully, "understanding as I can be. He has little time for patience, even less for liars."