BAKREAG - THE CELL

Bakreag, upon hearing further permission to attack the Drow who had so ignorantly insulted his honorable, loyal kind, obliged with little second thought. He turned, raising the pipe high into the air, and proceeded to repeatedly bash the club into the skull of the evil Dark Elf.

Attack: 18 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.

Once satisfied that the creature was at-least incapacitated, Bakreag moved to join his brother on the wall.

Nam starts feeling nervous like butterflies in his stomach once the muzzle falls loose. “Can you do anything about the thing that is blocking my magic?” he quietly ask.

Lucina looks at Nam and frowns a bit, "I don't think any can... We'd have to escape in order to use it.. I'm positive.." She says softly, looking at the ground.

Bell had only been recently exposed to this such violence, having been raised in a church the most violence she had ever really been accustomed to was an occasional ruler slap, which is nothing compared to a bashing of the head with a lead pipe. At the first sight of blood, the kenku covered her eyes and hopped  away into a corner and waited for it to cease.

BAKREAG - THE CELL

Bakreag, with currently little else to do but await a time when their plan could be properly enacted, frantically gestured towards the three, urging them to join the Dwarves' escape attempt.

((They say the steps to a proper escalation go up but this feels very much like someone slapped a giant "**** it let's do this" sticker on Bakreag and just jumped up a flight of stairs. I love it.))

Bakreag

There is a saying among humans that whenever you meet a dwarf - never insult their heritage. Bakreag was very much about to reaffirm this saying as truth. The pipe crashes down on the drowsy head with a sickening crunch as bits of bone, blood, and brain matter cover the area. The Guard who had been passively watching had started to raise their crossbows the moment before Sarith became nothing more than a corpse littering up the slave pens. 

"Dammit!" One of them cursed aloud. Without waiting a second longer they let loose two crossbow bolts placed with drow poison. With nowhere to run, there would be no chance to evade. Even missing the first volley would just mean more would fly. But before you are hit by the crossbow bolt you notice something strange about the drow you had just killed. Namely that bits of his brain matter were not the fleshy pink stuff you had come to expect. Indeed, some bits are yellowish brown in color, as if a mold had begun to fester.

ROLL A CONSTITUTION SAVING THROW TO AVOID THE EFFECTS OF DROW POISON. A 14 OR HIGHER IS A SUCCESS.

NO DAMAGE IS TAKEN. 

Cobalt

Whether you had intended for the escape attempt to begin this way or not is irrelevant. The drow is dead and you've become one with the shadows to avoid detection. With how focused the drow guards are on Bakreag you easily avoid notice, taking up position where the guards normally enter the cells...

Lynistra/Lucina/Nam

With all the commotion going on, it would be an easy matter to set up an ambush. The shackles might even be able to be pried off with enough strength or dexterity...

ROLL A STRENGTH OR DEXTERITY CHECK TO ATTEMPT  TO FREE YOURSELF FROM YOUR BONDS. A 20 OR HIGHER IS A SUCCESS. MULTIPLE PEOPLE ATTEMPTING THE SAME SET OF CHAINS CONFER ADVANTAGE.

Bell

A frightened bird makes for a good hostage - or meatshield as Ront would have it. While you were busy cowering, Ront had leapt to his feet and charged at you, aiming to grapple you into submission... payback for your previous attempts to make him seem the fool.

ROLL A DEXTERITY SAVING THROW. ON 13 OR LESS, YOU ARE GRAPPLED.

BAKREAG - THE ESCAPE

Bakreag felt a flash of satisfaction at the death of the irreverent Drow, followed by a moment of confusion at the state of the brain matter of the Dark Elf he had just slain, and then a sharp pain. He let out a surprised yell from the impact of the projectile, and spun around to face the guards. "Dammit!" He cried, reaching for the pipe. As he did so, the Dwarf stumbled with little coordination and finally met Cobalt at the wall, the bolt still lodged into his shoulder, the putrid poison seeping towards the wound.

23 - Constitution save, with advantage against poison

OOC: [Also, that remark at the start of your post seems accurate lmao]

((ooc: dont **** with me now dice gods))

Dex save: 12

((ooc: blast it all!))

Dead bodies were something she was used to due to assisting in funeral services, however freshly killed bodies were entirely different. They were clean, dressed up, and looked almost as if they were sleeping. This wasn't peaceful and she damned herself when she peeked through her feathers to look at if the man were really dead or just knocked out cold but when she spotted the brain matter she knew better. She was so focused on the dead drow she didn't see him and she cried in pain when the orc grappled her tightly. "Let go of me you damn dirty ape!"

Intimidation (if possible): 14

At someone's mention of his previous escape, Bezel mutters,'

"From chains and voices, I ran. But not from... this. Magic and the power of the drow... no... not that!"

The skinny, white-haired tiefling, who crouches down frozen by a crippling anxiety for a few minutes staring around in wonder at the cell as though unsure how or why he was there, watches the unfolding violence against their fellow prisoner with growing horror. When the captive drow has his head split open without resisting, Bezel's clear white eyes go large, as he edges around to the corner of the cell furthest from Bakraeg. Bezel stares in uncertainty as the prisoners seem to group up or move about individually with fixed purpose. The stick-thin, horned young man only grips a pointed shard of stone before him like a talisman as he sinks into the shadowy corner, all the while whispering,'

"Too dark! Shadow and flame.... and death! But they won't have me... NO! Come for me, saviour. Please... please... PLEASE!"

[OOC] Sorry all, but Bezel is not in a good place mentally right now, and is unlikely to be much help in instigating our escape. It's almost like the clearly terrified tiefling is waiting for a sign or someone/something to guide him - though that would probably require an insight check to discern.

stealth check to hide in the corner: 14

*His constant muttering is somewhat counter-intuitive to the whole hiding thing, clearly.

Lucina looks up at the commotion and sits in the shadows, near Lynistra and starts working on her own shackles. "Help me get these off, then I can focus on helping you guys getting yours off with free hands." She whispers anxiously.

Dex check 22

Marty tries to use the commotion as a means for cover and tries to quickly sneak out.

stealth 9

As he runs, he tries to see if he can pull a weapon off a guard maybe a sword on the hip or perhaps something that fell on the ground.

perception 14

Cobalt waits for the guards to enter, then will attack the last one to enter, in the hopes that his companions get the one up front. He'll attack from the shadows, stabbing for the throat with the poisoned bolt - whilst trying to take a weapon from the belt of his victim.

Attack: 25 Damage: 6

[OoC]: Treating the bolt as a dagger makes the most sense.

Nam frantically helps Lucina with her chains. (Help action). He quickly moves on to Lynistra to help with her chains. 

BAKREAG - THE ESCAPE

Bakreag, having resisted the Drow poison, and seeing that Cobalt has already established a means of ambush, took a temporary breather. However, this did not last for long, as he saw the child Kenku being practically manhandled by the Orc that had been tormenting the prisoners for days. Out of fury, and a self assigned righteous duty of protection, Bakreag rushed towards the hulking creature, and immediately attempted to strike them in the back of the head with the rusted pipe. "Unhand them, you wretched beast!" The Dwarf cried.

Attack: 14 Damage: 4 - (advantage from flanking)

OOC: [WHY DO I KEEP ROLLING 1 + 3???]

(Lynistra's STR check: 22. +2 if proficiency applies in any way. If Advantage is available: 10)

With the muzzle loosening, Lynistra tries speaking more without shaking off her restraint. The voice is definitely feminine, but still a muffled slur. She doesn't want to risk blowing her cover until the manacles are off.

While undecided on a course of action other than hiding in the hope of somehow being able to eventually run from this situation, Bezel notices a number of prisoner trying to break free from their manacles and, experiencing a brief moment of clarity, the bony tiefling rushes over to help in whatever way he can, pulling at the manacles, even standing on them if needed as the other prisoners try to pull or break free.

*Helping those who he could, the still rambling tiefling is muttering things about "a voice of pure light", "the moon speaker" "my salvation above". Afterwards, Bezel, almost incredulously, manages to slip his own manacles off, which he responds to with a "It's... a MIRACLE! He IS with me!" Seemingly reinvigorted, the frail looking young man runs to stand somewhere near the door to the cells, ready to attack the first guard that enters.

While Bezel may die in the assualt, he thinks to himself, better that than letting THEM have his soul!

[OOC] Bezel is peforming the help to give advantage on any other nearby prisoner's escape attempts from the shackles if possible.

Eventually, having helped everyone he can, he will try to slip from his own manacles (if time permits, guards actions pending), dexterity check: 10   or again with advantage is someone helps him   13

((Back home! Big post incoming. Goingcrazy I'll have your item to you in about five-ten minutes.))

Chapter One - Drow Captives
AKA The Gang Tries to Escape a Drow Outpost

The bio-luminescent fungus above provided just enough light to allow everyone to witness the slaughter of a drow captive who did not even fight back. The moment it happened the guards opened fire on Bakreag and poisoned him. But the dwarf was too sturdy to be brought down by some drow muck and retained his strength. Seeing a problem, the drows would realize that this was more than two guards could handle. From their relative safety of being outside the Slave Pens, one said a quick few words accompanied by some hand gestures and a blue-white flare launched into the darkness above. In the webbing above your prison you could see tens of giant spiders crawling around on webs, scurrying away from the light.

The escape had begun and would succeed or fail on the captives choices.

Bell and Bakreag

((Cherri, yes you can roll Intimidation! Cornpuff, unfortunately it's not flanking as Bell is currently being grappled.))

Ront wrapped one of his still muscular forearms tight around Bell's waist, aiming to ping her wings and arms to her side. But Bell was non-compliant in this regard. Her furious fluttering and squirming in his grasp unnerved him enough that he simply tossed her aside - directly into the path of Bakreag. If nothing was done, the two would collide into each other. Harmless, but a distraction nonetheless.

BELL: ROLL A DEXTERITY SAVING THROW WITH DISADVANTAGE - ON 10 OR BELOW YOU ARE KNOCKED PRONE. ON SUCCESS, YOU LAND ON YOUR FEET.
BAKREAG: ROLL A DEXTERITY SAVING THROW - ON 13 OR BELOW YOU ARE KNOCKED PRONE. ON SUCCESS, YOU MANAGE TO AVOID BEING KNOCKED DOWN BY BELL.

Lucina, Bezel, Lynistra, and Nam

With the help of Nam, Lucina's chains slip off of her wrists. The drow's iron isn't shoddy by any means but when you have a lot of slaves not every shackles is going to be tight enough to stay on. Lynistra finds a helper in Bezel, who assist her with removing her own chains through brute force. With Bezels help, the chain holding her wrists together snaps. The shackles remain, but she now has freedom of movement in her arms.
But the drow are not sitting idle while this occurs. As one goes to open the gate - unaware of what lies in wait on the other side - the other raises their crossbow. Their target is very clearly Lynistra. "Get down!" A female dwarf - one of the other prisoners - leaps in between Lynistra and is struck by the crossbow bolt. A quick cursory inspection reveals that the bolt found its mark a little too well - piercing her in the throat. In moments, she will gag on her own blood and die.
The Myconid nearby lets loose a horrified squeal at this and rushes towards a corner, a wave of spores emanating outwards from it in a fruitless attempt to defend itself.

Cobalt and Marty

The gate finally opens and one of the drow step through, crossbow raised. It would be the last move he would make as the crossbow bolt Cobalt had prepared would find its way into his neck. He was dead before he hit the ground. He had been carrying a Hand Crossbow, 18 bolts, and a Shortsword. Marty attempts to run past the drow and in the commotion is successful in getting past the other guard - who is too busy cursing the death of another slave. However, he does not spy the shortsword on that drows hip and therefore cannot take it.

The remaining drow guard steps towards Cobalt with its hand crossbow out and takes aim - only to be interrupted by a rampaging orc plowing through the drow and knocking him to the ground. "Ront done with this place, weaklings can die to drow spiders!" Ront takes off cackling at what must have been funny to him as he heads seemingly towards a locked gate - probably the one that Eggbert had mentioned earlier. Fresh on his heels are the two gnome were-rats, cackling to each other as they go.

Lucina looks up hearing the noise going on, gritting her teeth she turns her gaze to working off Nam's shackles now that her own hands were free. After helping Nam, she helps Bezel seeing that he is helping Lynistra out at the moment.

Dex to help get Nam's shackles off: 9

Dex to help get Bezel's shackles off: 17

Watching in sadness as the life-blood of the brave dwarven woman pools on the dirty cell floor, Bezel again seems to find a moment of self-awareness, at least enough to leap on the fallen drow guard with a growl as the frail tiefling brings the crude stone dagger slashing down repeatedly at their cruel captor's face.

[OOC] Not sure if we're rolling initiative, but will included below, with my readied attack and my first round attack, which will just be to continue stabbing at the currently prone drow:

Initiative: 4

ready attack with stone dagger with advantage vs prone drow slaver (assuming that the stone dagger is usable as a dagger and not an improvised weapon): Attack: 22 Damage: 6

Next RND attack vs same target (ignore second attack roll if the drow is no longer prone by then): Attack: 19 Damage: 4