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Jimjar eyes the other gnomes as they argue with each other and speak in hushed tones with the... whatever Ront is.
(Would he be able to hear any of their conversation? Perception: 19)
If so:
Jimjar sidles up to the orc... "You were on laundry duty yesterday, weren't you?" he asks, conspiratorially. "Turn up anything interesting?" he adds in a knowing, sly tone.
"If you share, I may be of some help... I have some... skill with locks, you know."
If not:
Jimjar, recognizing that Ront was one of those on the laundry shift, casually moves a bit closer to the conspiring trio, so as to better eavesdrop on their conversation.
(Ront, the orc, was on laundry duty and is talking with Topsy and Turvey. 6, the construct, was on rock-stacking duty and is standing stone-still in a corner. =)
(Looking back, it apears that Jimjar approached Ront and asked him a question - sort of... Sorry for missing that!)
Ront looks at Jimjar as he approaches the trio conversing in low tones, annoyed but figuring they needed some help, after all. So, he whispers, "Found a key to the cell door, but not our chains. Can you take care of these?" he asks, gently rattling the chains and manacles. "We need to go soon, before the key is missed. Tonight - yes, tonight. Make ready. Note how many dark-skins are here and where they are. Look for helpful things and weapons. But keep quiet - don't want the keepers to find out!"
Jimjar nods at Ront. "I don't have my tools, but I may be able to find something to do the job. Who else knows about this? If we do manage to escape, we will have an easier time of it if there are more of us, but I'm not sure who we can trust..."
OoC: Looking around, is there anything lying around that looks like it could be used as an improvised lockpick?
Ront whispers back to Jimjar, Topsy, and Turvey, "The quaggoth, the metal man, and the elves should be good in a fight. I could leave the dwarf here to rot, but they're tough and mean, so he should come as well. The chanting fish man creeps me out, but can't have anyone raising an alarm, so..."
"We can't leave anyone behind," Topsy replies, looking both angry and scared. She quickly glances over her shoulder at her brother before looking back at Ront and Jimjar. "If we go, we all go."
"Well then this is a perfect chance to make some new friends! Talk to the rest of the rock stacking crew. They at least recognize you. Jimjar, go talk to the dwarf. I'll get the quaggoth onboard." He then wanders off before it seemed they were spending too much time together...
Topsy looks unsure, but then gets to her feet. Turvy growls, "No!" at her, causing her to look down at him. She hesitates as their eyes lock, but then she walks determinedly toward the halfling. Her march slows as she nears the upworlder. She waits to see if her approach is welcomed.
Ront will wander around the holding cell, passing by the quaggoth and looking at it, hoping to catch his eye. If the orc is successful, he will motion to a back corner and go there to wait.
Even though he acts like he is in his own world, Derendil is constantly scanning the room, if for no other reason than to growl so he has his space. Catching the glance from the Orc, he waits and thinks, to the point that the Orc might even think he didn't get the Quaggoths attention before sighing, standing up with a quick stretch. He makes sure his spider his safely on his shoulder, before heading to the corner, waiting to hear what the Orc has to say.
Ront speaks quietly to the shaggy quaggoth. "We're gonna bust outta here tonight. I can get the door to this cage opened. Gunna need yur help. Keep yur eyes and ears open today. See if you can figure a way to get us outta these chains - it will make our escape easier. Spread the word - quietly! Don't want the guards to find out!!"
Every now and then the quaggoth would have given a tug on his shackles, does he think there is a chance of breaking them? Keeping in mind, he isn't the smartest creature out there.
Jimjar eyes the other gnomes as they argue with each other and speak in hushed tones with the... whatever Ront is.
(Would he be able to hear any of their conversation? Perception: 19)
If so:
Jimjar sidles up to the orc... "You were on laundry duty yesterday, weren't you?" he asks, conspiratorially. "Turn up anything interesting?" he adds in a knowing, sly tone.
"If you share, I may be of some help... I have some... skill with locks, you know."
If not:
Jimjar, recognizing that Ront was one of those on the laundry shift, casually moves a bit closer to the conspiring trio, so as to better eavesdrop on their conversation.
"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)
Jimjar managed to hear enough of the conversation to consider approaching 6 of 8.
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
(Ront, the orc, was on laundry duty and is talking with Topsy and Turvey. 6, the construct, was on rock-stacking duty and is standing stone-still in a corner. =)
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
OoC: Reading comprehension ftw...
"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: It's OK. They're both big and bulky. It's an easy mix up for a gnome. :)
(OOC - have all conversations ceased? Should I move things on?)
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
(Looking back, it apears that Jimjar approached Ront and asked him a question - sort of... Sorry for missing that!)
Ront looks at Jimjar as he approaches the trio conversing in low tones, annoyed but figuring they needed some help, after all. So, he whispers, "Found a key to the cell door, but not our chains. Can you take care of these?" he asks, gently rattling the chains and manacles. "We need to go soon, before the key is missed. Tonight - yes, tonight. Make ready. Note how many dark-skins are here and where they are. Look for helpful things and weapons. But keep quiet - don't want the keepers to find out!"
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
Jimjar nods at Ront. "I don't have my tools, but I may be able to find something to do the job. Who else knows about this? If we do manage to escape, we will have an easier time of it if there are more of us, but I'm not sure who we can trust..."
OoC: Looking around, is there anything lying around that looks like it could be used as an improvised lockpick?
"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)
Jimjar can't see anything of use.
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
Ront whispers back to Jimjar, Topsy, and Turvey, "The quaggoth, the metal man, and the elves should be good in a fight. I could leave the dwarf here to rot, but they're tough and mean, so he should come as well. The chanting fish man creeps me out, but can't have anyone raising an alarm, so..."
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
"We can't leave anyone behind," Topsy replies, looking both angry and scared. She quickly glances over her shoulder at her brother before looking back at Ront and Jimjar. "If we go, we all go."
"Everyone has a chance to escape. Not everyone will make it. That's the truth of it. Spread the word. Quietly!"
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
Topsy looks back at her brother briefly again, before looking concerned at Ront. "I don't really know anybody."
"Well then this is a perfect chance to make some new friends! Talk to the rest of the rock stacking crew. They at least recognize you. Jimjar, go talk to the dwarf. I'll get the quaggoth onboard." He then wanders off before it seemed they were spending too much time together...
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
Topsy looks unsure, but then gets to her feet. Turvy growls, "No!" at her, causing her to look down at him. She hesitates as their eyes lock, but then she walks determinedly toward the halfling. Her march slows as she nears the upworlder. She waits to see if her approach is welcomed.
Ront will wander around the holding cell, passing by the quaggoth and looking at it, hoping to catch his eye. If the orc is successful, he will motion to a back corner and go there to wait.
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
Even though he acts like he is in his own world, Derendil is constantly scanning the room, if for no other reason than to growl so he has his space. Catching the glance from the Orc, he waits and thinks, to the point that the Orc might even think he didn't get the Quaggoths attention before sighing, standing up with a quick stretch. He makes sure his spider his safely on his shoulder, before heading to the corner, waiting to hear what the Orc has to say.
Ront speaks quietly to the shaggy quaggoth. "We're gonna bust outta here tonight. I can get the door to this cage opened. Gunna need yur help. Keep yur eyes and ears open today. See if you can figure a way to get us outta these chains - it will make our escape easier. Spread the word - quietly! Don't want the guards to find out!!"
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
DM:
Every now and then the quaggoth would have given a tug on his shackles, does he think there is a chance of breaking them? Keeping in mind, he isn't the smartest creature out there.
The Quaggoth will hear the Orc out and when he is finished, he will nod. "Yes I am in. This place isn't fit for royalty like me. I'll pass the word."