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Each of you are carefully and closely observed as you head towards the pool of water. Bone leads the group in that direction followed by Dredge and Grixx.
Jury's quick incantation to recover his facial armor plate is met by a brisk movement from a guard or two. By the time the Gith approaches the warforged, the piece is already being mended by whatever lives inside the metal wizard. He does not miss the chance to make his point however: "You'll drop that floating hand spell now."
Almost as if intentionally challenging his order, Nox begins to pull out materials from his bag intent on performing a ritual. A nod from the Gith is all it takes. A spear and a trident are harshly placed against the tabaxi's skin/fur. The spear wielder in particular is a bit rough and Nox takes 2 piercing damage. "Try this again and there won't be a warning next time!"
(OOC: Starting a 10-minute ritual as you are being forcefully escorted out of the arena was sort of a bold move.)
To your surprise, the water behaves as it should once you all step into the pool. You feel steps form beneath your feet as the armored soldiers block your path in any other direction. In his winged dinosaur form, Dredge has a bit of a difficult time going through but manages eventually.
On the other side, more soldiers await. You are now all wet from going through the magical pool of water and you find yourselves in a cylindrical tower of a room, lined with many prison cells. As the soldiers come through the water and surround you in a square formation, the Gith announcer's tone of voice becomes less amiable: "Do you have any idea how long it took for me convince that bloody Sphinx that the arena was his sacred ground? Any idea? The answers is 'an eternity' you fools! You were supposed to die in that fight. Be the Sphinx's prey, not its nemesis."He starts pacing back and forth. "You'd fade away, reincarnate outside the arena, all would be well and fine and the public would be none the wiser!" He sighs deeply: "Now I'll be asked to choose a replacement from among our other beasts, and I'll have to deal with their egos.... a bloody inconvenient headache!"
He claps his palms together twice. The walls of this large and tall circular room begin to move downwards. The many levels of iron-barred cells begin to disappear underground as an unending amount of new cells comes down from the high ceiling. Some prisoners in the lowers cells scream and moan as their voices become more and more distant. Others seem to have already accepted their now routine. "Now, you'll all go quietly into your cells and wait until we have decided what to do with you. The crowds will want to see you again, of course, since you decided to kill my precious Sphinx!" His eyes are bulging now. The wall stops moving and he points to a couple of cell doors. "Now now, go in and wait. I have a few nerves that will need calming before I can start cleaning up your mess."
The soldiers begin to force their bladed weapons such that you are shepherded towards the two cells. "Three on this one and two on the other one." The cells are quite dark inside, but you can see one humanoid figure move about in the cell into which he ordered two of you to go. The Gith waits with an impatient stance for you to obey: "Oh, yes, I almost forgot...You there, winged beast, drop that ridiculous form of yours!"
Leery of making any further motions with his hands, Jury simply nods, dropping the spell with a thought. "Already intended, Gith." He had stated calmly, and if not further accosted, wordlessly continued his journey to the portal. Unable to resist however, the warforged stills one last look back at the Gith before carrying on through to the other side.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Bone will take in his surroundings and will head in whatever cell the majority of his teammates head in to. He also mimics the Gith while glaring at Dredge, "drop that ridiculous form of yours!"
Dredge shrinks back to his regular form, booming laughter resounding throughout the chamber. “Oh little bird man, you are hilarious. Do it again!” He looks to the Gith as he starts walking into the cell. “Tell me, gracious host. What happened to our wild companion? Does he still live, or has he been reincarnated?”
Talon will jump up as soon as he sees the group being forced towards him. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes, not that I remember much of anything. I woke up with vague memories of the lot of you all, but I was in the company of these regal goons. They haven't exactly been forth coming with information. I seem to remember some good times we had together. My my, what a contest. I don't rightly remember everything but I do remember a contest. Apparently my name is Talon Zwainz now. That's about all I have been able to put together on my end. Who and how are the lot of you?"
The Gith announcer "hmphs" at Dredge: "They must be here somewhere..."
The druid then follows Bone and Grixx into one cell, while Jury and Nox enter the one where the dwarf named Talon awaits them. Once the doors are closed and locked, the Gith announcer leaves without sparing another word. He then seems to change his mind, turning around to look at you once again. He begins to speak a sentence with his favorite word: "Now...", but stops himself and leaves.
Most soldiers also leave once you are deemed secured. A handful still remain.
(OOC: At this point, you are welcome to RP a bit, plan, rest, whatever you'd like.)
"Interesting. From an Elf to a Dwarf. Missing memories aside, that is twice now you fleshba-... You mortals have surprised me." Is Jury replies as he began to walk around Talon, looking the man over quite closely. "I would think you would be at war with yourself. An effect the magic of rebirth here? Or that adaptable nature of elven spirits?" He slows to a stop to stand before Talon. "Verdict Undeterminable at this time. Further observation required. You had a query however, so I will not delay."
Jury places a hand over the clouded glass upon his chest and bows part ways at the waist. "Clarification. This unit Jury. Servant of Erathis, The Lady of Law and Order. Acolyte and Wizard. Race: Warforged Envoy. Experimental Model."He gestures over to Nox, and it is with some faint disdain in his voice that he says, "That is Nox. Tabashii. Prone to acting upon Impulse. Previously adversary, and now fellow prisoner." He then gestures to the rest. "The rest can introduce themselves at their leisure. Now, if you'll excuse me. This unit will begin to recuperate its energies while time allots as suggested by Holy Warrior Grixx." Jury then wanders over to the far side of the cell from Nox, and sit neatly in a seiza stance. "Warning. It is advised that magical use be kept to a minimum." He warns, looking directly towards one the nearby guards.
(@Lerus Jury will at least try to get in a Short Rest to regain HP, and use his Arcane Recovery Feature to regain 1 level 3 and 2 spell slot. If able to, the rolls/notes are in the spoiler)
Hit Dice Spent(9) for: 26. (At end of rest... and oh my gosh. REALLY!?)
Whoops. Rolled both 1 too many wrong die AND never added my Con mod. Here's the proper rollers below:
Cleric/Bard Hit Die(2d8+Con): 12. Wizard Hit Dice(6d6+Con): 37. (For the Missing D8 above: 7)
Arcane RecoveryPHB115
Once per day when you finish a short rest, you can choose expended spell slots to recover - up to a combined level of 5, and none of the slots can be 6th level or higher.
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(@ori you forgot +con mod hp regain for each hit die spent)
Nox will grab some pebbles lying around and cast Prestidigitation one one of the pebble with his hand(paw?) closed. If succesfull a purple 20 appear on the pebble and throw it at Dredge he then ask Dredge "what your favorite number?" pointing toward the pebble.
After that Nox move toward the door and look if there a physical lock.
During the short rest me and Dredge (if he can hear me) can use extra 1d6 to regain hit point one time only if we use atleast 1 hit dice during short rest.(from bard: Song of Rest)
Song of rest 2 Warlock hit dice 7 Warlock hit dice 6
During the short rest the tabaxi look around counting how many guards there are. If the jail door has a physical lock he spot any of them carrying keys or hear te sound of tiny metal clashing against each other.
Dredge warily looks at Grixx. “Fanatic... we may be enemies, but for now, we must work together. If you are willing to call a temporary truce, then I am as well. That goes for you too, bird man.” Assuming an affirmative answer, Dredge will move to the door of the cell. Using Mold Earth, a golden 29 appears on the pebble, and then Dredge lobs it back to Nox before sitting down, back against the door. “The name’s Dredge, dwarven fellow. The elegant abomination over there has dubbed me the Wrath of Nature.”
Barbarian Hit Dice 1: 7
Song of Rest: 5
Barbarian Hit Dice 2: 12
Barbarian Hit Dice 3: 14
Dredge spends his rest in conversation with the ring. “So, Rael. Have you ever been here before? And who was that pompous looking Gith fellow?”
Jury looks up, and just seems to stare at Dredge for a few moments. "To answer a compliment with an insult is rather unbecoming of you. And needlessly petty. Much like that shove earlier of my compatriot." He states, having caught the Dredge's descent into the portal. "Queries: Why do you insist upon doing these things? Is it your nature to be adversarial? More importantly, why do you continue to see us as potential enemies when our rivals at best?" He places a hand upon his own chest. "With exception of this unit, of course. Between the nature of my construction to our religious philosophy, there is simply to great of disparity in view points."
It is at that point a thought occurs to Jury. Without so much as a gesture, he tries to reach out for Justice.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Dredge responds without ever turning or moving his head. “You say that we are rivals, not enemies. I should think that we are enemies because we are rivals, eh? We have been set against each other, not by any fault of our own, and have been told that one group shall live in glory while the other shall die in anguish. I see no other outcome than this. It is only natural. Limited resources inspires competition, and there is only room enough for one group of trialists, in the end. And as to you and I specifically, machine, you are correct. Your origins and your practices stand against the natural law. Our differences would have inspired animosity, with or without the trials.”
"If there is anything that this unit has learned from the trials, it is not to assume anything about it. That would include the final objective." Jury expresses, still unerringly looking at Dredge. "But we shall see in the end." He turns away and pulls out his book to seemingly start reading. "... Clarifications. Outside of continued assault against this one's person, or compatriots, it would only be one way inherit animosity from your end. Such feelings are wasteful at best, and at worse disruptful: guaranteeing only ones own destruction, and eliminating, if not restricting proper growth. Thus, I do not and shall never possess this for anyone... even for one that would insist upon declaring me as their enemy."
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Grixx responds to Dredge, "A truce is fine by me. You never harmed my tribe or me. Until we are set against each other I have no reason to attack you. I came here to earn glory in battle. There is no glory to be had in this cell."
Grixx will put his back against the wall and place his Great sword across his lap.
"The amount of trickery here has been more than I could imagine. I'm going to get some shut eye as knowing our luck they won't be looking to give us a long break."
As most of the group tries to get some shut-eye, you notice that things seems pretty quiet beyond the cell bars. Whatever it is that Gith announcer is dealing with, it is taking some time. One hour passes, then two. The guards change shifts. A total of 6 of them stand in the circular room now, only a fraction of the force shown before.
Four hours go by, then seven. Still nothing. By the time the tenth hour strikes, all of you feel ready for your next challenge (OOC: Unless there is some infighting being planned in the shadows, these cells are as safe a place as any. You may assume you have taken a long rest unless someone wants to interrupt it.)
A third or fourth shift must have been taken by the guards now. By the eleventh hour, the cells start feeling a bit too tight, the walls too close, the air too stale. They haven't fed you or provided you with either potable water or hygiene bucket, and the guards ignore any words thrown their way.
Dredge swoops down into the portal, purposefully knocking into Bone as he goes
Officially Joined the Expanded Signature Club
Will be on Hiatus: Currently Clear
Grixx will walk into the portal making sure to take in and remember this Gith's voice.
Each of you are carefully and closely observed as you head towards the pool of water. Bone leads the group in that direction followed by Dredge and Grixx.
Jury's quick incantation to recover his facial armor plate is met by a brisk movement from a guard or two. By the time the Gith approaches the warforged, the piece is already being mended by whatever lives inside the metal wizard. He does not miss the chance to make his point however: "You'll drop that floating hand spell now."
Almost as if intentionally challenging his order, Nox begins to pull out materials from his bag intent on performing a ritual. A nod from the Gith is all it takes. A spear and a trident are harshly placed against the tabaxi's skin/fur. The spear wielder in particular is a bit rough and Nox takes 2 piercing damage. "Try this again and there won't be a warning next time!"
(OOC: Starting a 10-minute ritual as you are being forcefully escorted out of the arena was sort of a bold move.)
To your surprise, the water behaves as it should once you all step into the pool. You feel steps form beneath your feet as the armored soldiers block your path in any other direction. In his winged dinosaur form, Dredge has a bit of a difficult time going through but manages eventually.
On the other side, more soldiers await. You are now all wet from going through the magical pool of water and you find yourselves in a cylindrical tower of a room, lined with many prison cells. As the soldiers come through the water and surround you in a square formation, the Gith announcer's tone of voice becomes less amiable: "Do you have any idea how long it took for me convince that bloody Sphinx that the arena was his sacred ground? Any idea? The answers is 'an eternity' you fools! You were supposed to die in that fight. Be the Sphinx's prey, not its nemesis." He starts pacing back and forth. "You'd fade away, reincarnate outside the arena, all would be well and fine and the public would be none the wiser!" He sighs deeply: "Now I'll be asked to choose a replacement from among our other beasts, and I'll have to deal with their egos.... a bloody inconvenient headache!"
He claps his palms together twice. The walls of this large and tall circular room begin to move downwards. The many levels of iron-barred cells begin to disappear underground as an unending amount of new cells comes down from the high ceiling. Some prisoners in the lowers cells scream and moan as their voices become more and more distant. Others seem to have already accepted their now routine. "Now, you'll all go quietly into your cells and wait until we have decided what to do with you. The crowds will want to see you again, of course, since you decided to kill my precious Sphinx!" His eyes are bulging now. The wall stops moving and he points to a couple of cell doors. "Now now, go in and wait. I have a few nerves that will need calming before I can start cleaning up your mess."
The soldiers begin to force their bladed weapons such that you are shepherded towards the two cells. "Three on this one and two on the other one." The cells are quite dark inside, but you can see one humanoid figure move about in the cell into which he ordered two of you to go. The Gith waits with an impatient stance for you to obey: "Oh, yes, I almost forgot...You there, winged beast, drop that ridiculous form of yours!"
(@Lerus It so was. XD)
Leery of making any further motions with his hands, Jury simply nods, dropping the spell with a thought. "Already intended, Gith." He had stated calmly, and if not further accosted, wordlessly continued his journey to the portal. Unable to resist however, the warforged stills one last look back at the Gith before carrying on through to the other side.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Bone will take in his surroundings and will head in whatever cell the majority of his teammates head in to. He also mimics the Gith while glaring at Dredge, "drop that ridiculous form of yours!"
Kandalou Dle'tan - Level 9 Githyanki Fighter (Champion) - Rrakkma PbP
Dredge shrinks back to his regular form, booming laughter resounding throughout the chamber. “Oh little bird man, you are hilarious. Do it again!” He looks to the Gith as he starts walking into the cell. “Tell me, gracious host. What happened to our wild companion? Does he still live, or has he been reincarnated?”
Officially Joined the Expanded Signature Club
Will be on Hiatus: Currently Clear
Nox follows Dredge and lick his wound on the right arm that was caused by the spear.
Nox - Adult Oblex - The Trials
Jartrin Ephok - Dragonborn - Zanoliv
Bunol - Grim Angel - The Floating Lands of Goriate
"We should get some rest as we don't seem to have much of a choice." Grixx will walk into the cell meant for three people.
==Talon=Dwarf=Warlock/Sorcerer==
Talon will jump up as soon as he sees the group being forced towards him. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes, not that I remember much of anything. I woke up with vague memories of the lot of you all, but I was in the company of these regal goons. They haven't exactly been forth coming with information. I seem to remember some good times we had together. My my, what a contest. I don't rightly remember everything but I do remember a contest. Apparently my name is Talon Zwainz now. That's about all I have been able to put together on my end. Who and how are the lot of you?"
Lot's of stuff ...
The Gith announcer "hmphs" at Dredge: "They must be here somewhere..."
The druid then follows Bone and Grixx into one cell, while Jury and Nox enter the one where the dwarf named Talon awaits them. Once the doors are closed and locked, the Gith announcer leaves without sparing another word. He then seems to change his mind, turning around to look at you once again. He begins to speak a sentence with his favorite word: "Now...", but stops himself and leaves.
Most soldiers also leave once you are deemed secured. A handful still remain.
(OOC: At this point, you are welcome to RP a bit, plan, rest, whatever you'd like.)
(NOTE: I almost forgot! Welcome to 13th level!)
"Interesting. From an Elf to a Dwarf. Missing memories aside, that is twice now you fleshba-... You mortals have surprised me." Is Jury replies as he began to walk around Talon, looking the man over quite closely. "I would think you would be at war with yourself. An effect the magic of rebirth here? Or that adaptable nature of elven spirits?" He slows to a stop to stand before Talon. "Verdict Undeterminable at this time. Further observation required. You had a query however, so I will not delay."
Jury places a hand over the clouded glass upon his chest and bows part ways at the waist. "Clarification. This unit Jury. Servant of Erathis, The Lady of Law and Order. Acolyte and Wizard. Race: Warforged Envoy. Experimental Model." He gestures over to Nox, and it is with some faint disdain in his voice that he says, "That is Nox. Tabashii. Prone to acting upon Impulse. Previously adversary, and now fellow prisoner." He then gestures to the rest. "The rest can introduce themselves at their leisure. Now, if you'll excuse me. This unit will begin to recuperate its energies while time allots as suggested by Holy Warrior Grixx." Jury then wanders over to the far side of the cell from Nox, and sit neatly in a seiza stance. "Warning. It is advised that magical use be kept to a minimum." He warns, looking directly towards one the nearby guards.
(@Lerus Jury will at least try to get in a Short Rest to regain HP, and use his Arcane Recovery Feature to regain 1 level 3 and 2 spell slot. If able to, the rolls/notes are in the spoiler)
Hit Dice Spent(9) for: 26. (At end of rest... and oh my gosh. REALLY!?)Whoops. Rolled both 1 too many wrong die AND never added my Con mod. Here's the proper rollers below:
Cleric/Bard Hit Die(2d8+Con): 12.
Wizard Hit Dice(6d6+Con): 37.
(For the Missing D8 above: 7)
Once per day when you finish a short rest, you can choose expended spell slots to recover - up to a combined level of 5, and none of the slots can be 6th level or higher.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
(@ori you forgot +con mod hp regain for each hit die spent)
Nox will grab some pebbles lying around and cast Prestidigitation one one of the pebble with his hand(paw?) closed. If succesfull a purple 20 appear on the pebble and throw it at Dredge he then ask Dredge "what your favorite number?" pointing toward the pebble.
After that Nox move toward the door and look if there a physical lock.
During the short rest me and Dredge (if he can hear me) can use extra 1d6 to regain hit point one time only if we use atleast 1 hit dice during short rest.(from bard: Song of Rest)
Song of rest 2
Warlock hit dice 7
Warlock hit dice 6
During the short rest the tabaxi look around counting how many guards there are. If the jail door has a physical lock he spot any of them carrying keys or hear te sound of tiny metal clashing against each other.
Nox - Adult Oblex - The Trials
Jartrin Ephok - Dragonborn - Zanoliv
Bunol - Grim Angel - The Floating Lands of Goriate
Dredge warily looks at Grixx. “Fanatic... we may be enemies, but for now, we must work together. If you are willing to call a temporary truce, then I am as well. That goes for you too, bird man.” Assuming an affirmative answer, Dredge will move to the door of the cell. Using Mold Earth, a golden 29 appears on the pebble, and then Dredge lobs it back to Nox before sitting down, back against the door. “The name’s Dredge, dwarven fellow. The elegant abomination over there has dubbed me the Wrath of Nature.”
Barbarian Hit Dice 1: 7
Song of Rest: 5
Barbarian Hit Dice 2: 12
Barbarian Hit Dice 3: 14
Dredge spends his rest in conversation with the ring. “So, Rael. Have you ever been here before? And who was that pompous looking Gith fellow?”
Officially Joined the Expanded Signature Club
Will be on Hiatus: Currently Clear
Bone will sit against a wall, by himself while keeping an eye on Dredge. He will be taking a short rest.
Rolls for the short rest:
Two Rogue Hit Dice: 13
Three Ranger Hit Dice: 20
EDIT: Two more Ranger Dice cause why not? 10
Kandalou Dle'tan - Level 9 Githyanki Fighter (Champion) - Rrakkma PbP
Jury looks up, and just seems to stare at Dredge for a few moments. "To answer a compliment with an insult is rather unbecoming of you. And needlessly petty. Much like that shove earlier of my compatriot." He states, having caught the Dredge's descent into the portal. "Queries: Why do you insist upon doing these things? Is it your nature to be adversarial? More importantly, why do you continue to see us as potential enemies when our rivals at best?" He places a hand upon his own chest. "With exception of this unit, of course. Between the nature of my construction to our religious philosophy, there is simply to great of disparity in view points."
It is at that point a thought occurs to Jury. Without so much as a gesture, he tries to reach out for Justice.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Dredge responds without ever turning or moving his head. “You say that we are rivals, not enemies. I should think that we are enemies because we are rivals, eh? We have been set against each other, not by any fault of our own, and have been told that one group shall live in glory while the other shall die in anguish. I see no other outcome than this. It is only natural. Limited resources inspires competition, and there is only room enough for one group of trialists, in the end. And as to you and I specifically, machine, you are correct. Your origins and your practices stand against the natural law. Our differences would have inspired animosity, with or without the trials.”
Officially Joined the Expanded Signature Club
Will be on Hiatus: Currently Clear
"If there is anything that this unit has learned from the trials, it is not to assume anything about it. That would include the final objective." Jury expresses, still unerringly looking at Dredge. "But we shall see in the end." He turns away and pulls out his book to seemingly start reading. "... Clarifications. Outside of continued assault against this one's person, or compatriots, it would only be one way inherit animosity from your end. Such feelings are wasteful at best, and at worse disruptful: guaranteeing only ones own destruction, and eliminating, if not restricting proper growth. Thus, I do not and shall never possess this for anyone... even for one that would insist upon declaring me as their enemy."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Grixx responds to Dredge, "A truce is fine by me. You never harmed my tribe or me. Until we are set against each other I have no reason to attack you. I came here to earn glory in battle. There is no glory to be had in this cell."
Grixx will put his back against the wall and place his Great sword across his lap.
"The amount of trickery here has been more than I could imagine. I'm going to get some shut eye as knowing our luck they won't be looking to give us a long break."
Grixx will attempt to being a long rest.
As most of the group tries to get some shut-eye, you notice that things seems pretty quiet beyond the cell bars. Whatever it is that Gith announcer is dealing with, it is taking some time. One hour passes, then two. The guards change shifts. A total of 6 of them stand in the circular room now, only a fraction of the force shown before.
Four hours go by, then seven. Still nothing. By the time the tenth hour strikes, all of you feel ready for your next challenge (OOC: Unless there is some infighting being planned in the shadows, these cells are as safe a place as any. You may assume you have taken a long rest unless someone wants to interrupt it.)
A third or fourth shift must have been taken by the guards now. By the eleventh hour, the cells start feeling a bit too tight, the walls too close, the air too stale. They haven't fed you or provided you with either potable water or hygiene bucket, and the guards ignore any words thrown their way.