A day just like any other (Day 8, Second Ten-Day, Winter’s Claw {Alturiak})
Bang bang click om mani padme hum, om mani padme hum bang bang click om mani padme hum, om mani padme hum. Topsy and Turvey both of you, almost simultaneously open one bleary eye—after yet another night of troubled fitful dreams populated with disturbing images this time of oily tentacles and a great buzzing far off in the distance—each at the repetitious sound and look across the cage. It’s that Smoothhands damned fish man Shewi the Waker, or some such, banging rocks together and chanting as he has done every morning for the past three days you’ve been in the cage. Waker is right because he is certainly woken you every morning.
Your best guess is that it is currently eight day, second tenday, Winter’s Claw and this is your third day in the Drow prison of Velkynvelve. The question is whether you will see the Chief Gaoler, or ***** lady, Mistress Ilvara of House Mizzrym today. You saw her on your first day when she came past all dressed in her fine silken garments and accompanied by her two male guards; one of the poor bastards had a mass of scars along one side of his face and neck.
Fortunately you have not yet had a taste of scourge but you have seen her lay into the other prisoners with it. On the first day you saw her attack the fish man; punctuating each stroke with the words, “accept your fate”, “learn to obey”, and finishing with “and you may survive”! The fish man took every attack stoically and unflinching which seem to infuriate her even further.
After being given a small bowl of mushroom soup for breakfast, if it can be called that, one of the drow guards comes and says “fishman you’re on weapon cleaning duty, you two”pointing to Topsy and Turvey and three of the other small prisoners, a derro, a goblin and a halfing “you’re on rock stacking duty.” Just as the guard has finished handing out the duties for the day, two more guards appear pushing three manacled prisoners before them – a quaggoth, a dwarf and a drow “Mistress Ilvara says “to give this lot appropriate duties as well!”The first guard looks the newcomers up and down “right, you” pointing to the drow “you’re on chamber pot duty” then at the Quaggoth who is dressed in the remnants of finery “you’re in the kitchen washing dishes” and you looking at the dwarf who stares back proudly “you’re in the laundry.”
The characters are then led off to their respective tasks.
After waking and sitting up stiffly from their stone floor bed, the two svirfneblin huddle together to speak quietly with each other in Gnomish. Both have mottled gray skin and gray-white hair. The one is a little smaller and has shoulder-length stringy hair while the other has what would be considered a joke to most races, but is an impressive amount of chin hair for a deep gnome and tufts of white hair on his otherwise bald head. When they were brought in, they weren't anything to look at, but after eight days of neglect and borderline torture, they look even worse. Over the time of imprisonment, the two have mostly kept to themselves, and when words were necessary, the (supposed) female was the one who spoke for the both of them. Twice, the female has sung very quietly while huddling with the other. In the midst of the dire circumstances, the sound was like finding a beautiful flower in the midst of a dead forest.
The mushroom soup is devoured once delivered. Both gnomes tip the bowls to their mouths greedily. There is no attempt at decorum. And when the guard tells them of their daily task, they accept the command without complaint — verbally or physically. Topsy and Turvy have kept to themselves and know nothing of the other three smalls. Early on, Topsy tried to be at least sympathetic with the other prisoners, but Turvy put a stop to it. His quietly growled mumbles silenced the female, and she now keeps to herself ... mostly.
Upon hearing that he had been assigned chamber pot duty Sarith accepted his task with the attitude that this is what he deserves. This is the same attitude that he had when he arrived from Lith My'athar. As he has only just arrived, he's spoke little only telling people to sod off when they come near. While he may not say much his eyes are constantly alert, watching the guards, other prisoners and his surroundings closely. As he waited to start his task he ran his hand over his head, which was newly shaven and currently sporting a white fuzz, scratched his long pointed ears and sighed.
Pushed into the cell is seven and half feet tall humanoid covered in white fur. Dressed in what could once have been described as fancy clothes but are better labelled as rags due to them being a few sizes too small and lots of wear and tear without much effort put into looking after them. As he is pushed into the jail cell,the humanoid turns and snarls in elvish, "Don't you know who I am?" Not giving much time for s response, he follows up with, "I am Prince Derendill of the highest elven royalty from forest kingdom of Nelrindenvane and deserved to be treated as such, not as some dirt like the other scum lowlifes in here. I am sure if you send an envoy to my kingdom, you will be paid handsomely for my return."
After saying his piece, he looks to his shoulder and a tarantula the size his palm scurries out from under his clothes which he affectionately scratches with the knuckle of one of his fingers.
Following the quaggoth is a five feet tall dwarf with tangled white hair covering his head and beard, wearing nothing but a loincloth."Get you hands of me you filthy pointy ear! Just you wait till I get my chance to return the favour. Then I will be the one with a grin on my face, unfortunately your's will be unrecognisable!" As he stumbles into the tail cell, with a professional eye, he makes quick observations of all the other in mates, but says nothing.
"I am Prince Derendill of the highest elven royalty from forest kingdom of Nelrindenvane and deserved to be treated as such, not as some dirt like the other scum lowlifes in here. I am sure if you send an envoy to my kingdom, you will be paid handsomely for my return."
The guard who just escorted the Quaggoth in looks at the other and say "his highness here has been going about this Kingdom the whole journey. I've never heard of it - have you?" To which the other guard replies "No! but I do know that of we do anything without Mistress Ilvara's approval we'll be the ones feeling a taste of her scourge! Now take him off to the kitchens."
Then I will be the one with a grin on my face, unfortunately your's will be unrecognisable!"
The guard looks at the Dwarf with a malicious smile "you dwarfs always think you'll get the last word but the only last word I hear from them is aaaargh as my knife enters their back!"
The prisoners are then led away to their respective tasks.
1) Topsy and Turvey and the other three are lowered down to the cavern floor - about 100 feet below - in a basket. It is a squash but the five small characters and the two drow guards manage to squeeze in. Two quaggoth operate the lift mechanism to lower the basket. When the reach the cavern floor, one of the guards points to the pile of rocks they had spent the last two days stacking at the far end of the cavern "Mistress Ilvara says she wants them over there"pointing to where the pile had originally been.
2) Sarith spends the day going around to all of the chambers empty the various chamber pots.
3) Prince Derendil spends his time in the kitchen which is part of the Main Hall (Location #3) preparing various dishes from the dried and fresh fungi, cheeses, dried fruits etc that are stored there.
4) Eldrik spends his time working in the laundry near the waterfall (Location #9) washing sheets - some of which have spots of blood on them, clothes, etc.
At all times they are accompanied by at least one Drow Guard and a Quaggoth and between 2-3 other prisoners.
(OOC the map is going up in Public Notes section - Sarith is the only one who visits the entire complex. Players should feel free to ask any questions they like, interact with other prisoners etc.)
Eventually all of the prisoners are returned to the cell. Sitting in the cell are two new prisoners another Svirfneblin and an Orc. They are all fed another bowl of thin mushroom soup (here's hoping Prince Derendil didn't do anything to it)
The returning prisoners see a bald, wiry-looking svirfneblin sitting almost... comfortably?... with his back against the cell wall, tossing pebbles at the opposite wall and talking non-stop to an orc next to him. As they enter, he looks up at the returning prisoners and gives them a friendly wave. "Perky here and I are your new roommates! You can call me Jimjar since, well, that's what my mother called me..." Stopping and pondering for a moment, he adds, looking at the orc and then back at the others, "To be clear, his name's not really Perky, that's just my little joke. Haven't been able to get a word out of him so far, but, well, give it time. We might be here for awhile, so I figure we may as well get to know each other, right?" Topsy and Turvy, as well as any of the others familiar with deep gnomes, likely find the manner of the svirfneblin a bit bewildering, at the very least uncharacteristic of the more often dour and taciturn race.
Without stopping to wait for a response he looks toward the shaved drow and says, "You're one of theirs, eh? You must have done something to upset the mistress to end up in here. They even took your locks, huh?" he says, running a hand backwards along his own bald head. "What'd they get you for?"
When the soup arrives, he eagerly accepts the bowl and begins slurping it down loudly. "Unusual... Now I would have roasted the ripplebark first, but the ground-to-bowl aesthetic certainly is an interesting change of pace. I wonder if that's a drow thing, or just a prison food thing? Ah well, sustenance just the same!"
At the sight of another svirfneblin, Topsy's eyes widen, and Turvy's narrow. The female begins to say something, but the other pulls on her arm and growls something too low to hear, causing her to droop and get quiet. But as the two deep gnomes move to sit on the opposite wall, Topsy's eyes continue to stray to Jimjar curiously.
The taciturn orc snarls at you all as you enter, ensuring there is a good 6 feet of unsocial distance kept between him and everyone else. Except for the daft svirfneblin, who for some reason doesn't get the hint that the orc's bared fangs and hostile posture easily imply to everyone else!
Of particular note, his mean demeanor turns outright hostile towards the dwarf, who is met with a loud string of orcish profanity and a glob of yellowish phlegm launched across the chamber. This is followed by the brute smashing his fists together, and then grabbing his bowl of stew and stomping off to sit as far as possible from the dwarf. He loudly slurps the muck, glaring all the while.
Eldrik matches the orcs glare and stays silent as the orc roars at him, not looking away. Waiting enough time to ensure the orc is done, he replies grinning, "Don't know what your problem is with me, but you don't need to worry. Unlike most dwarves, I am not especially hateful of your kind. Another race hold that place in my heart." Finishes in almost a whisper, no sign of the grin on his face, as he breaks the stare and sits down.
Sarith walks in and finds a spot against the wall so he can see everyone. The line of questioning from Jimjar gets mostly some quite yeses or grunts. While the last question draws from a rough voice "i guess they would tell you murder." When the soup arrives he gets his bowl and retreats back to his place along the wall, this time keeping an eye on the two svirfneblin who are always close together.
At the mention of the word hate, the Kuo-toa – who until now had been sitting quietly in the corner chanting “om mani padme humom mani padme hum” to himself – get to his feet and comes over, his large webbed feet slapping on the floor, to Eldrik.“Vah jo peedit hai teaches us that hate is a very strong word and we should not use it readily – hmmm?” he then moves on to Ront where he peers somewhat shortsightedly at him “Vah jo peedit hai teaches us that angry people are often in pain. Are you in pain? Is there something I could do to relieve your pain?”
Derendil reluctantly works at his task, always complaining that the work is below him but never slows down or stops enough to warrant punishment from his guards.
Eldrik just chooses to ignore the fishman, choosing to take out his frustration on the laundry. Scrubbing until his hands were bleeding. But whilst he works, he is observant. He takes mental notes of the routes he is to his tasks and about the guards; when and where they are stationed as well as there timings.
The orc looks up at the kuo-toa, bewilderment giving way to cruel humor. "Relieve my pain? Bah! Life IS pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something..."
The Kuo-toa looks a bit taken back at the Orc's comment "selling something, I am not selling anything. I am just tying to relieve a small bit of the anger and pain in the world as Vah jo peedit hai teaches us."
Rinse & repeat (Day 9, Second Ten-Day, Winter’s Claw {Alturiak})
Eldrik chooses to ignore the Kuo-toa and other than his acerbic remark, Ront makes no further comment. The night pass peacefully except that both Ront and Eldrik wake and find themselves brushing their legs down as if something was crawling on them. Ront had dreamt that an old wound burst open and a clouds of spores emerged. Eldrik had dreamt that an old wound burst open and horde of maggots came crawling out.
Eventually morning comes and once again the party is awoken by bang bang click om mani padme hum, om mani padme hum bang bang click om mani padme hum, om mani padme hum as the Kuo-toa calmly bangs two small rocks together and gently chants his mantra. Not long after the guards come around with the so called breakfast. They are accompanied by two more prisoners, one is a half-elf and the other is a pale skinned human with brilliant blue eyes, bright red shoulder length hair and a small goatee.
The guards look over at the party “sleep well did we?” one says. “Right today, you lot” pointing to Topsy and Turvey (and the othes who were with them yesterday) “you’re stacking rocks again. The Mistress didn’t like what you did yesterday!” He comes over to Jimjar and the human and looks at their hands “hmmm nice and soft, you can stack rocks as well.”He then goes over to Ront and looks at his hands "these need to be a bit softer, you’re with the dwarf on laundry duty. Try not to drown each other - eh?” Turning to the half-elf he says “you’re in the kitchen with his highness. You two” pointing to the Kuo-toa and Sarith “same as yesterday.” He pauses and looks at Sarith with a malicious grin “oh yes some of us had a bit of an upset stomach in the night – sorry about that!”
(OOC: sorry forgot to include the fact that all prisoners, wear iron slave collars along with manacles connected to iron belts by a short length of chain. This leaves the prisoners restrained, but doesn’t affect their movement or speed. However it does mean that undertaking the relatively tasks that the Drow guards set them is doubly difficult; a constant source of mirth for the guards)
"NOOO! Not the dwarf!!" Ront roars in frustration when he gets paired with Eldrik. When the guard snorts and replies, "Try not to drown each other - eh?” Ront only mumbles under his breath, "Can't make no promises one of us won't get wet, though..."
The orc constantly watches the guards, complaining the whole time about the dwarf - how he smells, how he can't reach the deeper parts of the water to get the clothes clean, how his nappy hair is getting into everything...like a petulant 9-year-old!
A day just like any other (Day 8, Second Ten-Day, Winter’s Claw {Alturiak})
Bang bang click om mani padme hum, om mani padme hum bang bang click om mani padme hum, om mani padme hum. Topsy and Turvey both of you, almost simultaneously open one bleary eye—after yet another night of troubled fitful dreams populated with disturbing images this time of oily tentacles and a great buzzing far off in the distance—each at the repetitious sound and look across the cage. It’s that Smoothhands damned fish man Shewi the Waker, or some such, banging rocks together and chanting as he has done every morning for the past three days you’ve been in the cage. Waker is right because he is certainly woken you every morning.
Your best guess is that it is currently eight day, second tenday, Winter’s Claw and this is your third day in the Drow prison of Velkynvelve. The question is whether you will see the Chief Gaoler, or ***** lady, Mistress Ilvara of House Mizzrym today. You saw her on your first day when she came past all dressed in her fine silken garments and accompanied by her two male guards; one of the poor bastards had a mass of scars along one side of his face and neck.
Fortunately you have not yet had a taste of scourge but you have seen her lay into the other prisoners with it. On the first day you saw her attack the fish man; punctuating each stroke with the words, “accept your fate”, “learn to obey”, and finishing with “and you may survive”! The fish man took every attack stoically and unflinching which seem to infuriate her even further.
After being given a small bowl of mushroom soup for breakfast, if it can be called that, one of the drow guards comes and says “fishman you’re on weapon cleaning duty, you two” pointing to Topsy and Turvey and three of the other small prisoners, a derro, a goblin and a halfing “you’re on rock stacking duty.” Just as the guard has finished handing out the duties for the day, two more guards appear pushing three manacled prisoners before them – a quaggoth, a dwarf and a drow “Mistress Ilvara says “to give this lot appropriate duties as well!” The first guard looks the newcomers up and down “right, you” pointing to the drow “you’re on chamber pot duty” then at the Quaggoth who is dressed in the remnants of finery “you’re in the kitchen washing dishes” and you looking at the dwarf who stares back proudly “you’re in the laundry.”
The characters are then led off to their respective tasks.
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After waking and sitting up stiffly from their stone floor bed, the two svirfneblin huddle together to speak quietly with each other in Gnomish. Both have mottled gray skin and gray-white hair. The one is a little smaller and has shoulder-length stringy hair while the other has what would be considered a joke to most races, but is an impressive amount of chin hair for a deep gnome and tufts of white hair on his otherwise bald head. When they were brought in, they weren't anything to look at, but after eight days of neglect and borderline torture, they look even worse. Over the time of imprisonment, the two have mostly kept to themselves, and when words were necessary, the (supposed) female was the one who spoke for the both of them. Twice, the female has sung very quietly while huddling with the other. In the midst of the dire circumstances, the sound was like finding a beautiful flower in the midst of a dead forest.
The mushroom soup is devoured once delivered. Both gnomes tip the bowls to their mouths greedily. There is no attempt at decorum. And when the guard tells them of their daily task, they accept the command without complaint — verbally or physically. Topsy and Turvy have kept to themselves and know nothing of the other three smalls. Early on, Topsy tried to be at least sympathetic with the other prisoners, but Turvy put a stop to it. His quietly growled mumbles silenced the female, and she now keeps to herself ... mostly.
Upon hearing that he had been assigned chamber pot duty Sarith accepted his task with the attitude that this is what he deserves. This is the same attitude that he had when he arrived from Lith My'athar. As he has only just arrived, he's spoke little only telling people to sod off when they come near. While he may not say much his eyes are constantly alert, watching the guards, other prisoners and his surroundings closely. As he waited to start his task he ran his hand over his head, which was newly shaven and currently sporting a white fuzz, scratched his long pointed ears and sighed.
Pushed into the cell is seven and half feet tall humanoid covered in white fur. Dressed in what could once have been described as fancy clothes but are better labelled as rags due to them being a few sizes too small and lots of wear and tear without much effort put into looking after them. As he is pushed into the jail cell,the humanoid turns and snarls in elvish, "Don't you know who I am?" Not giving much time for s response, he follows up with, "I am Prince Derendill of the highest elven royalty from forest kingdom of Nelrindenvane and deserved to be treated as such, not as some dirt like the other scum lowlifes in here. I am sure if you send an envoy to my kingdom, you will be paid handsomely for my return."
After saying his piece, he looks to his shoulder and a tarantula the size his palm scurries out from under his clothes which he affectionately scratches with the knuckle of one of his fingers.
Following the quaggoth is a five feet tall dwarf with tangled white hair covering his head and beard, wearing nothing but a loincloth. "Get you hands of me you filthy pointy ear! Just you wait till I get my chance to return the favour. Then I will be the one with a grin on my face, unfortunately your's will be unrecognisable!" As he stumbles into the tail cell, with a professional eye, he makes quick observations of all the other in mates, but says nothing.
The guard who just escorted the Quaggoth in looks at the other and say "his highness here has been going about this Kingdom the whole journey. I've never heard of it - have you?" To which the other guard replies "No! but I do know that of we do anything without Mistress Ilvara's approval we'll be the ones feeling a taste of her scourge! Now take him off to the kitchens."
The guard looks at the Dwarf with a malicious smile "you dwarfs always think you'll get the last word but the only last word I hear from them is aaaargh as my knife enters their back!"
The prisoners are then led away to their respective tasks.
1) Topsy and Turvey and the other three are lowered down to the cavern floor - about 100 feet below - in a basket. It is a squash but the five small characters and the two drow guards manage to squeeze in. Two quaggoth operate the lift mechanism to lower the basket. When the reach the cavern floor, one of the guards points to the pile of rocks they had spent the last two days stacking at the far end of the cavern "Mistress Ilvara says she wants them over there" pointing to where the pile had originally been.
2) Sarith spends the day going around to all of the chambers empty the various chamber pots.
3) Prince Derendil spends his time in the kitchen which is part of the Main Hall (Location #3) preparing various dishes from the dried and fresh fungi, cheeses, dried fruits etc that are stored there.
4) Eldrik spends his time working in the laundry near the waterfall (Location #9) washing sheets - some of which have spots of blood on them, clothes, etc.
At all times they are accompanied by at least one Drow Guard and a Quaggoth and between 2-3 other prisoners.
(OOC the map is going up in Public Notes section - Sarith is the only one who visits the entire complex. Players should feel free to ask any questions they like, interact with other prisoners etc.)
Eventually all of the prisoners are returned to the cell. Sitting in the cell are two new prisoners another Svirfneblin and an Orc. They are all fed another bowl of thin mushroom soup (here's hoping Prince Derendil didn't do anything to it)
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The returning prisoners see a bald, wiry-looking svirfneblin sitting almost... comfortably?... with his back against the cell wall, tossing pebbles at the opposite wall and talking non-stop to an orc next to him. As they enter, he looks up at the returning prisoners and gives them a friendly wave. "Perky here and I are your new roommates! You can call me Jimjar since, well, that's what my mother called me..." Stopping and pondering for a moment, he adds, looking at the orc and then back at the others, "To be clear, his name's not really Perky, that's just my little joke. Haven't been able to get a word out of him so far, but, well, give it time. We might be here for awhile, so I figure we may as well get to know each other, right?" Topsy and Turvy, as well as any of the others familiar with deep gnomes, likely find the manner of the svirfneblin a bit bewildering, at the very least uncharacteristic of the more often dour and taciturn race.
Without stopping to wait for a response he looks toward the shaved drow and says, "You're one of theirs, eh? You must have done something to upset the mistress to end up in here. They even took your locks, huh?" he says, running a hand backwards along his own bald head. "What'd they get you for?"
When the soup arrives, he eagerly accepts the bowl and begins slurping it down loudly. "Unusual... Now I would have roasted the ripplebark first, but the ground-to-bowl aesthetic certainly is an interesting change of pace. I wonder if that's a drow thing, or just a prison food thing? Ah well, sustenance just the same!"
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
OOC: I'm assuming we're all in the same cell?
At the sight of another svirfneblin, Topsy's eyes widen, and Turvy's narrow. The female begins to say something, but the other pulls on her arm and growls something too low to hear, causing her to droop and get quiet. But as the two deep gnomes move to sit on the opposite wall, Topsy's eyes continue to stray to Jimjar curiously.
Yes you are all in the same cell. It is shown as "Location #11" on the map and is about 45' long by about 25' wide.
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The taciturn orc snarls at you all as you enter, ensuring there is a good 6 feet of unsocial distance kept between him and everyone else. Except for the daft svirfneblin, who for some reason doesn't get the hint that the orc's bared fangs and hostile posture easily imply to everyone else!
Of particular note, his mean demeanor turns outright hostile towards the dwarf, who is met with a loud string of orcish profanity and a glob of yellowish phlegm launched across the chamber. This is followed by the brute smashing his fists together, and then grabbing his bowl of stew and stomping off to sit as far as possible from the dwarf. He loudly slurps the muck, glaring all the while.
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Eldrik matches the orcs glare and stays silent as the orc roars at him, not looking away. Waiting enough time to ensure the orc is done, he replies grinning, "Don't know what your problem is with me, but you don't need to worry. Unlike most dwarves, I am not especially hateful of your kind. Another race hold that place in my heart." Finishes in almost a whisper, no sign of the grin on his face, as he breaks the stare and sits down.
Sarith walks in and finds a spot against the wall so he can see everyone. The line of questioning from Jimjar gets mostly some quite yeses or grunts. While the last question draws from a rough voice "i guess they would tell you murder." When the soup arrives he gets his bowl and retreats back to his place along the wall, this time keeping an eye on the two svirfneblin who are always close together.
At the mention of the word hate, the Kuo-toa – who until now had been sitting quietly in the corner chanting “om mani padme hum om mani padme hum” to himself – get to his feet and comes over, his large webbed feet slapping on the floor, to Eldrik. “Vah jo peedit hai teaches us that hate is a very strong word and we should not use it readily – hmmm?” he then moves on to Ront where he peers somewhat shortsightedly at him “Vah jo peedit hai teaches us that angry people are often in pain. Are you in pain? Is there something I could do to relieve your pain?”
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Derendil reluctantly works at his task, always complaining that the work is below him but never slows down or stops enough to warrant punishment from his guards.
Eldrik just chooses to ignore the fishman, choosing to take out his frustration on the laundry. Scrubbing until his hands were bleeding. But whilst he works, he is observant. He takes mental notes of the routes he is to his tasks and about the guards; when and where they are stationed as well as there timings.
The orc looks up at the kuo-toa, bewilderment giving way to cruel humor. "Relieve my pain? Bah! Life IS pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something..."
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The Kuo-toa looks a bit taken back at the Orc's comment "selling something, I am not selling anything. I am just tying to relieve a small bit of the anger and pain in the world as Vah jo peedit hai teaches us."
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Rinse & repeat (Day 9, Second Ten-Day, Winter’s Claw {Alturiak})
Eldrik chooses to ignore the Kuo-toa and other than his acerbic remark, Ront makes no further comment. The night pass peacefully except that both Ront and Eldrik wake and find themselves brushing their legs down as if something was crawling on them. Ront had dreamt that an old wound burst open and a clouds of spores emerged. Eldrik had dreamt that an old wound burst open and horde of maggots came crawling out.
Eventually morning comes and once again the party is awoken by bang bang click om mani padme hum, om mani padme hum bang bang click om mani padme hum, om mani padme hum as the Kuo-toa calmly bangs two small rocks together and gently chants his mantra. Not long after the guards come around with the so called breakfast. They are accompanied by two more prisoners, one is a half-elf and the other is a pale skinned human with brilliant blue eyes, bright red shoulder length hair and a small goatee.
The guards look over at the party “sleep well did we?” one says. “Right today, you lot” pointing to Topsy and Turvey (and the othes who were with them yesterday) “you’re stacking rocks again. The Mistress didn’t like what you did yesterday!” He comes over to Jimjar and the human and looks at their hands “hmmm nice and soft, you can stack rocks as well.” He then goes over to Ront and looks at his hands "these need to be a bit softer, you’re with the dwarf on laundry duty. Try not to drown each other - eh?” Turning to the half-elf he says “you’re in the kitchen with his highness. You two” pointing to the Kuo-toa and Sarith “same as yesterday.” He pauses and looks at Sarith with a malicious grin “oh yes some of us had a bit of an upset stomach in the night – sorry about that!”
(OOC: sorry forgot to include the fact that all prisoners, wear iron slave collars along with manacles connected to iron belts by a short length of chain. This leaves the prisoners restrained, but doesn’t affect their movement or speed. However it does mean that undertaking the relatively tasks that the Drow guards set them is doubly difficult; a constant source of mirth for the guards)
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"NOOO! Not the dwarf!!" Ront roars in frustration when he gets paired with Eldrik. When the guard snorts and replies, "Try not to drown each other - eh?” Ront only mumbles under his breath, "Can't make no promises one of us won't get wet, though..."
The orc constantly watches the guards, complaining the whole time about the dwarf - how he smells, how he can't reach the deeper parts of the water to get the clothes clean, how his nappy hair is getting into everything...like a petulant 9-year-old!
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OOC: dm is there any light in the cell or the rest of the complex?
The area is dimly lit through a combination of torches, phosphorescent moss and lichen.
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