“What do the drow want with you, I heard they would eat us and well, your, metal, no offense. say, I have never met a war forged, I don’t want to be rude but what is it like?”
"Drow don't eat their captives" Sinsil interrupts from the corner. "They tend to capture other creatures to be slaves, the fact we are all alive, or operational as the case may be, means they intend for us a fate much worse than death." She looks around stoically, taking in all she can. Pocketing her cracked blue stone.
"No, names hold too much power. You may call me Miss or, if you're feeling derogatory, Gnome, as I doubt you'll be able to say Svirfneblin." She says with a touch of annoyance and venom in her voice.
"Although metal, there is flesh on the inside. I try not to think of whose it is" The warforged turns towards the gnome and, in what is most definetly a recording of her voice, says: "Svirfneblin" and, back to his normal voice:"And hold the venom in your voice for the drow, unless you find this cage a suitable home for yourself"
"Myself, I was sent by my king to assassinate a noble. His trail led me to this wretched place. He was long dead when i found him, and i got captured. Might i ask the name of the noble you were hired by, Whisk? Because i worry we might have had a common "friend" in him... Also, Miss Svirfneblin, how have the dark elves caught you?"
"Short fellow, dirty blond hair down to his shoulders. Big nose and fair skin. The one eye he had left when i found him was green. Attractive, i guess, but he was kind of bloody when i saw him"
"Your curiosity may be a merit where you hail from, but I assure you that in here it is going to get you in more trouble than it's worth. Maybe once we are out, granted we're still alive, I will explain who I am to you and why your tone is inappropriate... Even in this hole."
"Well then don't feel bad for him. He attempted a coup d'etat against the king, about 3 weeks ago. The portrait he asked of you was probably meant for the throne room, if he succeded"
"We should try to get that fixed. If you cannot work for them, they have no use for you. They'll kill you" The warforged stands up and takes off his cloak, which he uses to immobilize the shoulder "I am more used with doing the hurting rather than the healing, but ill try to pop it back in... This will hurt. A lot. Are you ready?"
“I’m an artist, I was paid to draw a portrait of a noble, when delivering it, the noble was killed by the drow, they uh, captured me...”
whisk sighs while his happy expression fades. He begins to twiddle his thumbs.
“What do the drow want with you, I heard they would eat us and well, your, metal, no offense. say, I have never met a war forged, I don’t want to be rude but what is it like?”
"Drow don't eat their captives" Sinsil interrupts from the corner. "They tend to capture other creatures to be slaves, the fact we are all alive, or operational as the case may be, means they intend for us a fate much worse than death." She looks around stoically, taking in all she can. Pocketing her cracked blue stone.
“Oh, I thought a dwarf said we would be eaten, I never caught your name, care to share?”
"No, names hold too much power. You may call me Miss or, if you're feeling derogatory, Gnome, as I doubt you'll be able to say Svirfneblin." She says with a touch of annoyance and venom in her voice.
In gnomish “sounds right, we simple non gnomes can’t speak gnome”
whisk chuckles
”just kidding, so how did you end up here”
"Although metal, there is flesh on the inside. I try not to think of whose it is" The warforged turns towards the gnome and, in what is most definetly a recording of her voice, says: "Svirfneblin" and, back to his normal voice:"And hold the venom in your voice for the drow, unless you find this cage a suitable home for yourself"
"Myself, I was sent by my king to assassinate a noble. His trail led me to this wretched place. He was long dead when i found him, and i got captured. Might i ask the name of the noble you were hired by, Whisk? Because i worry we might have had a common "friend" in him... Also, Miss Svirfneblin, how have the dark elves caught you?"
“Was that the same noble I made the painting for? What did he look like?”
"Short fellow, dirty blond hair down to his shoulders. Big nose and fair skin. The one eye he had left when i found him was green. Attractive, i guess, but he was kind of bloody when i saw him"
“That’s him....”
"Your curiosity may be a merit where you hail from, but I assure you that in here it is going to get you in more trouble than it's worth. Maybe once we are out, granted we're still alive, I will explain who I am to you and why your tone is inappropriate... Even in this hole."
"Well then don't feel bad for him. He attempted a coup d'etat against the king, about 3 weeks ago. The portrait he asked of you was probably meant for the throne room, if he succeded"
"You have been here the least out of all of us, and yet you seem to have accepted to rot in this place. Do you have no interest in escaping, Miss?
“How my Chauntea...” “I painted a monster”
whisk let’s out a sigh.
“Ow...”
whisk grabs his left shoulder
“when I was captured they dislocated my shoulder... they have no care for their prisoners.....”
"We should try to get that fixed. If you cannot work for them, they have no use for you. They'll kill you"
The warforged stands up and takes off his cloak, which he uses to immobilize the shoulder
"I am more used with doing the hurting rather than the healing, but ill try to pop it back in... This will hurt. A lot. Are you ready?"
“No, let’s do this and get it over with”
Medicine roll:2
ooc: oof bad roll lets hope the dm is kind
I’ll just say it was bad
”ow ow ow ow ow ow”