Xunhar scoffs as the group leaves, then looks at the others defiantly at the rest "See? That's what all that yapping gets you down here." he shrinks back trying to find a more comfortable position in his corner of the cave, a rather impossible task with these chains, he looks over and nods at the other drow that seems to have been here for more time than himself, "You there! What House do you answer to? Tell me, have you taken measure of the guards? When do they change turns? Is there one among them that might be more gullible than the others?"
"I only tell you this because you are drow," he signs in drow sign language. "I am Sarith, of house Kzekarit. The guards should be changing in just a few minutes. They change roughly 10 minutes after the beginning of a slave shift."
Everyone else: You see the drow make a series of rapid hand signs, but have no clue what they mean.
Xunhar sighs in frustration at the lack of response from the other drow.
A pretend frustration of course, as Xunhar signs back through shackled hands in the darkness "Excellent! I'll make my move then, be at the ready, draw them to me."
((He'll also Insight that statement since no drow trusts another drow: 11 ))
Xunhar will move his wrists towards his nape where the flint knife is hidden, positioning it on the inside of the right shackle in order to be more accessible to the hand when needed.
Xunhar discreetly shifts in his shackles, eyeing the others and taking a crouching position.
The orc turns to Armalis. "Ront not want to talk." You think you notice a hint of embarrassment. He then walks over to Kozvul. "Clean Ront's boots, puny hoo-man," he says, his fist raised threateningly.
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As Max taunted the kobolds while they were all being dragged out for work duty, the kobolds for once stopped chattering.Instead, almost in unison, they flared their nostrils, bared their teeth, and eyed the rude and hostile prisoner.He looked like maybe he used to be something... used to be.Now just all meanness and rudeness definitely expendable if needed...
In their planning, hidden amongst their bickering my “snarled insults” in draconic, they decide they’ll use Max if they can... but only til they are free.Then surely something sad will befall him...all those traps in tunnels, it’s bound to happen.Even if they have to build them themselves.
“That word again,” Says Zenga in a mild and even manner, breaking the silence. Then almost immediately the chatter resumes, but the kobolds do not look at Max directly again, but always have him in the corner of their eye...
During their time in the armory, once they’ve a feel for the place, Moxo will suddenly start screeching and yelling and attacking Fred.Fred gives back as good as he gets!It is vicious, and loud, and totally out of nowhere.And it ends immediately once a guard comes anywhere close.Apologies are profuse and over the top, their is begging and cowering and pleading and explanations of how it was all just a misunderstanding over who got to do the next job!Oh please, we just wants to helps we does....
Meanwhile, Zenga quickly took a grab at whatever was at hand that could be quickly pilfered while the guards were distracted.Zenga didn’t even look at what he took, just skittered over to Max and shoved it into his hands, without ever looking at the man.Instead he just passed the item off and pushed off towards his siblings, trying to join their shenanigans as if he’d been a part of them all along...
Max, as the Kobolds cause a sudden fuss in the armory, Zenga darts over to you and presses a small crossbow and a wooden box into your hands. Make a stealth check.
Kobolds, make a performance check, with advantage.
When the distraction comes, Max is part way through trying to tie a club to his leg underneath his pants, and gets just a bit bungled when he tries to take the crossbow and box, too.
The orc turns to Armalis. "Ront not want to talk." You think you notice a hint of embarrassment. He then walks over to Kozvul. "Clean Ront's boots, puny hoo-man," he says, his fist raised threateningly.
That's funny, Armalis thinks. Why would he be embarrassed? We're all covered in the same filth.
He follows, persistent. "Ront! I'll help you with yourboots." He places himself between Ront and the human, trying to ease the tension. "Why, might I ask, do you need clean shoes down here?"
Kozvul uses Armarlis' interjection as an opportunity to put some distance between herself and Ront. She backs up about 10 feet, hunched down and ready to keep her distance if Ront moves towards her.
"Hate to tell you," She extends her left arm out and allows her hand to droop down, revealing a missing ring finger. "but I have a history of ignoring threats."
She will then stare at Ront, waiting for his next move.
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Armalis doubles over and gasps in surprise as the orc takes a cheap shot. In better circumstances he might have seen it coming. Uprighting himself, he shakes his head. "Hey, jerk! I only wanted to clean your boot. Now, I'm going to shove it upyour--" He attempts to head butt Ront.
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Kozvul goes over the idea of running from the fight versus taking Ront on, and charges towards him before carefully considering either option. She attempts to hurt him by ramming into him.
Unarmed strike: Attack: 6 Damage: 1
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Xunhar scoffs as the group leaves, then looks at the others defiantly at the rest "See? That's what all that yapping gets you down here." he shrinks back trying to find a more comfortable position in his corner of the cave, a rather impossible task with these chains, he looks over and nods at the other drow that seems to have been here for more time than himself, "You there! What House do you answer to? Tell me, have you taken measure of the guards? When do they change turns? Is there one among them that might be more gullible than the others?"
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The drow turns to Xunhar.
Xunhar only:
"I only tell you this because you are drow," he signs in drow sign language. "I am Sarith, of house Kzekarit. The guards should be changing in just a few minutes. They change roughly 10 minutes after the beginning of a slave shift."
Everyone else: You see the drow make a series of rapid hand signs, but have no clue what they mean.
Armalis shakes the cell bars uselessly. "Hey, come back here! Bah!".
He paces the space, his chains rattling as he sulks. Finally, he engages the orc prisoner. "So.. what are you in for?"
Xunhar sighs in frustration at the lack of response from the other drow.
A pretend frustration of course, as Xunhar signs back through shackled hands in the darkness "Excellent! I'll make my move then, be at the ready, draw them to me."
((He'll also Insight that statement since no drow trusts another drow: 11 ))
Xunhar will move his wrists towards his nape where the flint knife is hidden, positioning it on the inside of the right shackle in order to be more accessible to the hand when needed.
Xunhar discreetly shifts in his shackles, eyeing the others and taking a crouching position.
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The orc turns to Armalis. "Ront not want to talk." You think you notice a hint of embarrassment. He then walks over to Kozvul. "Clean Ront's boots, puny hoo-man," he says, his fist raised threateningly.
((Work slow... found time to add more but keeping dialogue minimal, coloring text and all tough on cell))
As Max taunted the kobolds while they were all being dragged out for work duty, the kobolds for once stopped chattering. Instead, almost in unison, they flared their nostrils, bared their teeth, and eyed the rude and hostile prisoner. He looked like maybe he used to be something... used to be. Now just all meanness and rudeness definitely expendable if needed...
In their planning, hidden amongst their bickering my “snarled insults” in draconic, they decide they’ll use Max if they can... but only til they are free. Then surely something sad will befall him... all those traps in tunnels, it’s bound to happen. Even if they have to build them themselves.
“That word again,” Says Zenga in a mild and even manner, breaking the silence. Then almost immediately the chatter resumes, but the kobolds do not look at Max directly again, but always have him in the corner of their eye...
During their time in the armory, once they’ve a feel for the place, Moxo will suddenly start screeching and yelling and attacking Fred. Fred gives back as good as he gets! It is vicious, and loud, and totally out of nowhere. And it ends immediately once a guard comes anywhere close. Apologies are profuse and over the top, their is begging and cowering and pleading and explanations of how it was all just a misunderstanding over who got to do the next job! Oh please, we just wants to helps we does....
Meanwhile, Zenga quickly took a grab at whatever was at hand that could be quickly pilfered while the guards were distracted. Zenga didn’t even look at what he took, just skittered over to Max and shoved it into his hands, without ever looking at the man. Instead he just passed the item off and pushed off towards his siblings, trying to join their shenanigans as if he’d been a part of them all along...
Max, as the Kobolds cause a sudden fuss in the armory, Zenga darts over to you and presses a small crossbow and a wooden box into your hands. Make a stealth check.
Kobolds, make a performance check, with advantage.
Kobold 3 Performance: 21
Max stealth 10
When the distraction comes, Max is part way through trying to tie a club to his leg underneath his pants, and gets just a bit bungled when he tries to take the crossbow and box, too.
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That's funny, Armalis thinks. Why would he be embarrassed? We're all covered in the same filth.
He follows, persistent. "Ront! I'll help you with your boots." He places himself between Ront and the human, trying to ease the tension. "Why, might I ask, do you need clean shoes down here?"
Ront looks surprised at Armalis' action. "Move, half-breed," He grunts.
Kozvul uses Armarlis' interjection as an opportunity to put some distance between herself and Ront. She backs up about 10 feet, hunched down and ready to keep her distance if Ront moves towards her.
"Hate to tell you," She extends her left arm out and allows her hand to droop down, revealing a missing ring finger. "but I have a history of ignoring threats."
She will then stare at Ront, waiting for his next move.
"They want us at each other's throats," Armalis pleads. "Let's just talk. Maybe we can figure out a way to get out of this mess."
Persuasion 16
In response, Ront thrusts his fist into Armalis's chest. Attack: 22 Damage: 4
Roll initiative, Armalis and anyone else that wants to join in.
Kozvul will look at Armalis, acknowledge his plea with a nod, then return to starting at Ront.(OOC: Didn't see that previous post)
Initiative: 10
Ront:2
Eldeth: 8
Armalis doubles over and gasps in surprise as the orc takes a cheap shot. In better circumstances he might have seen it coming. Uprighting himself, he shakes his head. "Hey, jerk! I only wanted to clean your boot. Now, I'm going to shove it up your--" He attempts to head butt Ront.
init: 7
unarmed strike attack: 13 for 5 damage.
Xunhar observes the fight from a distance, with a widening smile, muttering to himself "Oh yes, you're all playing your parts so nicely."
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Ok. Kozvul first.
Kozvul goes over the idea of running from the fight versus taking Ront on, and charges towards him before carefully considering either option. She attempts to hurt him by ramming into him.
Unarmed strike: Attack: 6 Damage: 1