The Gnome woman eyes Wakka suspiciously. "Your headaches... Did they start after you got here?"
"No, I've had these for as long as I can remember..." Wakka replied retreating slightly from the group. Typical, he thought as he closed his eyes once more, Even if they get out of this cage they'll turn on each other long before they reach the surface...
(Ooc: I'm having a little bit of trouble telling when someone is talking in character or not. Can we all use Ooc & parenthesis (or another option if preferable) when out of character for clarity? Thanks!)
Great RP start gang this looks like this will be fun. My next post will move a few things along, for now going to answer questions/rolls made.
Proto AKU - trinket 5' strand of silk rope (Also confused as to the character race or is the other sheet just a placeholder?)
Whisk's shoulder is in bad shape -(no game effect, yet) and his medicine check fails to find anything physically wrong with Wakka.
Nobody has any of their starting equipment, but you all do have some a set of drow shackles, currently binding your hands together. And this slave pen has the group plus about 7-8 other prisoners.
Great RP start gang this looks like this will be fun. My next post will move a few things along, for now going to answer questions/rolls made.
Proto AKU - trinket 5' strand of silk rope (Also confused as to the character race or is the other sheet just a placeholder?)
Whisk's shoulder is in bad shape -(no game effect, yet) and his medicine check fails to find anything physically wrong with Wakka.
Nobody has any of their starting equipment, but you all do have some a set of drow shackles, currently binding your hands together. And this slave pen has the group plus about 7-8 other prisoners.
If you think it would be fair, I can’t hold stuff with two hands because of the shoulder injury
Whisk 7 days Wakka 6 days Proto AKU 4 days Sinsil 3 days
Captured by the drow! You wouldn't wish this fate upon anyone, yet here you are - locked in a dark cave, the cold, heavy weight of metal tight around your throat and wrist. You are not alone. Other prisoners are trapped in here with you, in an underground outpost far from the light of the sun. Your captors include a cruel drow priestess who calls herself Mistress Ilvara of House Mizzrym. Over the past several days, you've met her several times, robed in silken garments and flankedby two male drow,one whom has a mass of scars along one side of his face and neck. Mistress Ilvara likes to impress her will with scourge in hand and remind you that your life now belongs to her. "Accept your fate, learn to obey, and you may survive." Her words echo in your memory even as you plot your escape.
A Typical Day in the Life - the drow divide their prisoners into three roughly equal-sized groups and put them to work, for about a third of the day - tasks include filling and hauling water barrels, cleaning different areas of the outpost, food preparation, laundry, washing dishes always under the watchful eye of 4-6 quaggoths - sometimes they are given pointless task(for the dark elves amusement) such as moving and stacking rocks, coiling ropes, organizing supplies - guarded by the drow guards - "Feeding Time" is but once a day and is the same thin mushroom broth every time
"I needs some meat!" an orchish prisoner growls at Whisk's statement. He thrust the clay bowl through the cage door at the drow before they even finish serving everyone. You do notice the bowl was empty.
Hearing this man's "plan" Wakka continues to keep to himself for the moment, eating his stew and enjoying the brief respite from his headaches They've been getting more frequent recently he thinks to himself.
Sinsil refuses to do any sort of manual labor unless magically compelled. She would rather risk pain then physical exertion. She does however try to reason with the drow in Undercommon. Saying her magical implements could make the labor more efficient. She will try to cast prestidigitation whenever possible to clean herself and flavor her food.
She likes the idea of the orc taking the fall for escaping.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
ok Sinsil will need a persuasion check plz
The two drow dishing out the broth step back from the cell door and a guard armed with a hand crossbow steps up. The orc turns from walking away a yell's "YOU! YOU! pasty get! I'll rip out your arms fer lyin' like that!" He growls and charges towards the genasi.
As he sees this occuring, Proto will step close to the cell door, with his back towards the outside, and attempt to see if he can break free from the chains(even by breaking his thumb, if necessary), while also preparing the silk rope to use as a whip if the guards enter the cell. While working, he also yells out in undercommon: "The orc armed himself! We need help"
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Well then, any one here has it for some reason
(you'll find sinsil will make sub optional spell choices)
What do you have? Minor illusion?
"No, I've had these for as long as I can remember..." Wakka replied retreating slightly from the group. Typical, he thought as he closed his eyes once more, Even if they get out of this cage they'll turn on each other long before they reach the surface...
(Ooc: I'm having a little bit of trouble telling when someone is talking in character or not. Can we all use Ooc & parenthesis (or another option if preferable) when out of character for clarity? Thanks!)
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
(Will do)
Great RP start gang this looks like this will be fun. My next post will move a few things along, for now going to answer questions/rolls made.
Proto AKU - trinket 5' strand of silk rope (Also confused as to the character race or is the other sheet just a placeholder?)
Whisk's shoulder is in bad shape -(no game effect, yet) and his medicine check fails to find anything physically wrong with Wakka.
Nobody has any of their starting equipment, but you all do have some a set of drow shackles, currently binding your hands together. And this slave pen has the group plus about 7-8 other prisoners.
If you think it would be fair, I can’t hold stuff with two hands because of the shoulder injury
Days awake:
Whisk 7 days
Wakka 6 days
Proto AKU 4 days
Sinsil 3 days
A Typical Day in the Life
- the drow divide their prisoners into three roughly equal-sized groups and put them to work, for about a third of the day
- tasks include filling and hauling water barrels, cleaning different areas of the outpost, food preparation, laundry, washing dishes always under the watchful eye of 4-6 quaggoths
- sometimes they are given pointless task(for the dark elves amusement) such as moving and stacking rocks, coiling ropes, organizing supplies - guarded by the drow guards
- "Feeding Time" is but once a day and is the same thin mushroom broth every time
“To be honest, the soup is pretty good, I like it!”
Time:Dinner? Location: drow outpost
"I needs some meat!" an orchish prisoner growls at Whisk's statement. He thrust the clay bowl through the cage door at the drow before they even finish serving everyone. You do notice the bowl was empty.
“Explains your ode——“
whisk covers his mouth
“okay, the soup is not for every”
The orc growls at Whisk before eyeing him up and down. Then he shakes his head and moves off muttering "...to scrany."
“Ok guys I got a plan”
”guards! Guards! The orc is planning to escape!”
20! Natural one to! There goes all my luck!
Hearing this man's "plan" Wakka continues to keep to himself for the moment, eating his stew and enjoying the brief respite from his headaches They've been getting more frequent recently he thinks to himself.
(ooc: for some reason the rolls didn't show for me. Weird)
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
Signing out for the night, bye!
Sinsil refuses to do any sort of manual labor unless magically compelled. She would rather risk pain then physical exertion. She does however try to reason with the drow in Undercommon. Saying her magical implements could make the labor more efficient. She will try to cast prestidigitation whenever possible to clean herself and flavor her food.
She likes the idea of the orc taking the fall for escaping.
The two drow dishing out the broth step back from the cell door and a guard armed with a hand crossbow steps up. The orc turns from walking away a yell's "YOU! YOU! pasty get! I'll rip out your arms fer lyin' like that!" He growls and charges towards the genasi.
As he sees this occuring, Proto will step close to the cell door, with his back towards the outside, and attempt to see if he can break free from the chains(even by breaking his thumb, if necessary), while also preparing the silk rope to use as a whip if the guards enter the cell. While working, he also yells out in undercommon:
"The orc armed himself! We need help"