“I’m sorry, grandpa, but you saw the big mean drow priestess has your book,” Turvey crosses his arms. “I don’t think anybody here wants to go fight her.”
Posting that for reference. By the top view, you are in the stalagmite farthest to the right over the water. By the side view, it's the stalagmite farthest left.
Your group currently consists of the five of yourselves, ten other prisoners. You also still have the drow mage tied up.
Screams of monsters still resonate from outside, though the ruckus does appear to be dying down from when it first started.
((If you’re leaving the guard tower, go ahead and determine a marching order for yourselves and the NPCs. They’ll listen to your instructions. Shuushar the kou-toa and Stool the myconid sprout will not fight, but everyone else knows how to wield a weapon))
Mars will hang towards the back of the group, not making eye contact with any who walk past her to the front of our marching order. When she is next to Tanser, she will curtsy to the gnome and says: "Old man, may I please have some use of this component pouch? I only need some sand or a cricket. You can keep the rest of the pouch, my other magic I can do on my own." The tall woman holds out her cupped hands.
Tanser growls at Turvey, letting his dissatisfaction with the younger svirfneblin known. When Mars asks for components, the old gnome scrutinizes her for a second then shrugs without actually shrugging. He holds out the component pouch. "Here," he says simply in Common, giving the whole thing to the one with the strange aura. After she takes the offering, the old gnome puts the drow's pendent over his head, holds up the spider so he can see it and huffs, dropping it back to his chest.
As the group begins to organize to leave, Tanser will position himself at the middle of the group.
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Thun pushes forward to the front of the group, shield raised. He is moving slowly, and with patience, towards the waterfall listening for anything that could be coming.
The group of 15 emerges from the guardtower, heading towards the roaring waterfall. Beyond the waterfall, on a rocky outcropping, the priestess Ilvara shouts orders to a group of drow, locked in combat with a blue insectoid creature. Monsters are still waging war in the air above, drow cross bolts and spells striking them, though their numbers have dwindled. One shrieks in agony, plummeting to the webs beneath the complex. The webs strain with the weight of the beast, but hold. Giant spiders move swiftly to the dying monster, encasing it with webs as it struggles weakly. Below the webs is a large pool, which the waterfall empties into.
"We should stay low and as far from them as we can..." Daerthe says in heavily accented common so that those who only spoke that could understand her as well. As she moves out with the group she will keep her new shortsword drawn and at the ready.
As the group is moving, Tanser moves close to the drow captive and asks in Undercommon, "Your priestess took a book from me. Where would she have put it? It's to go with the caravan."
Daerthe - Many of the other prisoners nod. "I'm agreeing with ya all the same, drow," Eldeth the dwarf whispers back. "But how are we plannin' on gettin' down from this prison? I'd like to put this accursed place far behind us as fast as possible."
Tanser - "If it's of great importance, she'd likely keep it in her chambers. That would be the top floor of the largest stalagmite, next to where Ilvara and the other guards seem to be mounting their defense. I've no idea how you would plan to get past them, " he smirks slightly. "but I'd love to watch the spectacle."
The old gnome looks in the direction of the largest stalagmite. "What else is in that stalagmite?" he asks the drow prisoner. "Would you have any reason to go in there?"
Tanser - The drow mage shakes his head quickly, attempting to stammer out words in undercommon and failing incredibly.
“No one other than the priestesses and Ilvara's lover are allowed in that stalagmite," Sarith explains. "Other than Priestess Ilvara’s quarters, there’s the chapel where she and the other priestess commune with Lolth, make the occasional sacrifice, and Ilvara’s lover’s chambers. I’ve never been permitted inside, nor had any desire to see it.”
Thun thinks for a moment, looking over the battle scene and hearing the conversation.
"Hmm, well, we have armor and weapons..."
A momentary pause as he considers his next words looking down the waterfall at the spiders, and then back up to the flying creatures.
"At this point, I'd wager the elves are as dangerous as anything else in here. All that's left to decide is whether we go straight for them, or try to sneak in. From there, we might be able to find a way out."
Thun - "Fighting a priestess of Lolth would be suicide," the drow hisses, speaking up to be heard over the roar of the nearby waterfall. "the longer we stay, the more likely our chances of being killed, or worse, recaptured. The only way out of this outpost is down, and the sooner we do that, the better off we'll be. We need to make a decision now, we've wasted too much time already."
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The drow shrugs, "I'll follow your lead."
“My tome,” the old gnome says with a tinge of fear. “I can’t leave without it!”
"Well that is rather amusing." Daerthe mutters before she nods and moves to slowly step forward once everyone is armed and ready.
“I’m sorry, grandpa, but you saw the big mean drow priestess has your book,” Turvey crosses his arms. “I don’t think anybody here wants to go fight her.”
Posting that for reference. By the top view, you are in the stalagmite farthest to the right over the water. By the side view, it's the stalagmite farthest left.
Your group currently consists of the five of yourselves, ten other prisoners. You also still have the drow mage tied up.
Screams of monsters still resonate from outside, though the ruckus does appear to be dying down from when it first started.
((If you’re leaving the guard tower, go ahead and determine a marching order for yourselves and the NPCs. They’ll listen to your instructions. Shuushar the kou-toa and Stool the myconid sprout will not fight, but everyone else knows how to wield a weapon))
Daerthe is going to do her best to stick to the shadows and stay hidden if she can help it so I will attempt to roll well for stealth.
Stealth: 9
Mars will hang towards the back of the group, not making eye contact with any who walk past her to the front of our marching order. When she is next to Tanser, she will curtsy to the gnome and says: "Old man, may I please have some use of this component pouch? I only need some sand or a cricket. You can keep the rest of the pouch, my other magic I can do on my own." The tall woman holds out her cupped hands.
Stealth for marching order: 17
Tanser growls at Turvey, letting his dissatisfaction with the younger svirfneblin known. When Mars asks for components, the old gnome scrutinizes her for a second then shrugs without actually shrugging. He holds out the component pouch. "Here," he says simply in Common, giving the whole thing to the one with the strange aura. After she takes the offering, the old gnome puts the drow's pendent over his head, holds up the spider so he can see it and huffs, dropping it back to his chest.
As the group begins to organize to leave, Tanser will position himself at the middle of the group.
Stealth: 12
Thun pushes forward to the front of the group, shield raised. He is moving slowly, and with patience, towards the waterfall listening for anything that could be coming.
Perception: 16
The group of 15 emerges from the guardtower, heading towards the roaring waterfall. Beyond the waterfall, on a rocky outcropping, the priestess Ilvara shouts orders to a group of drow, locked in combat with a blue insectoid creature. Monsters are still waging war in the air above, drow cross bolts and spells striking them, though their numbers have dwindled. One shrieks in agony, plummeting to the webs beneath the complex. The webs strain with the weight of the beast, but hold. Giant spiders move swiftly to the dying monster, encasing it with webs as it struggles weakly. Below the webs is a large pool, which the waterfall empties into.
"We should stay low and as far from them as we can..." Daerthe says in heavily accented common so that those who only spoke that could understand her as well. As she moves out with the group she will keep her new shortsword drawn and at the ready.
As the group is moving, Tanser moves close to the drow captive and asks in Undercommon, "Your priestess took a book from me. Where would she have put it? It's to go with the caravan."
Daerthe - Many of the other prisoners nod. "I'm agreeing with ya all the same, drow," Eldeth the dwarf whispers back. "But how are we plannin' on gettin' down from this prison? I'd like to put this accursed place far behind us as fast as possible."
Tanser - "If it's of great importance, she'd likely keep it in her chambers. That would be the top floor of the largest stalagmite, next to where Ilvara and the other guards seem to be mounting their defense. I've no idea how you would plan to get past them, " he smirks slightly. "but I'd love to watch the spectacle."
"Then be ready for anything and don't let your guard down." The half elf says as she keeps herself ready for a fight.
The old gnome looks in the direction of the largest stalagmite. "What else is in that stalagmite?" he asks the drow prisoner. "Would you have any reason to go in there?"
Tanser - The drow mage shakes his head quickly, attempting to stammer out words in undercommon and failing incredibly.
“No one other than the priestesses and Ilvara's lover are allowed in that stalagmite," Sarith explains. "Other than Priestess Ilvara’s quarters, there’s the chapel where she and the other priestess commune with Lolth, make the occasional sacrifice, and Ilvara’s lover’s chambers. I’ve never been permitted inside, nor had any desire to see it.”
Thun thinks for a moment, looking over the battle scene and hearing the conversation.
"Hmm, well, we have armor and weapons..."
A momentary pause as he considers his next words looking down the waterfall at the spiders, and then back up to the flying creatures.
"At this point, I'd wager the elves are as dangerous as anything else in here. All that's left to decide is whether we go straight for them, or try to sneak in. From there, we might be able to find a way out."
Thun - "Fighting a priestess of Lolth would be suicide," the drow hisses, speaking up to be heard over the roar of the nearby waterfall. "the longer we stay, the more likely our chances of being killed, or worse, recaptured. The only way out of this outpost is down, and the sooner we do that, the better off we'll be. We need to make a decision now, we've wasted too much time already."