“Stuffs? We got stuffs!” Moxo says quietly holding up his newly acquired gear.
“They want their own stuffs!” Fred says, trying to hush him.
“Stuffs is stuffs,” Moxo insists.
“Stuffs is not stuffs,” Zenga insists. “My stuffs allow me to do the magics. Random stuff is just stuffs.”
“So stuffs is stuffs unless it’s your stuffs,” Moxo asks.
“Yes... No!” Zenga thinks for a moment and shrugs.
Arnalis asks about how to even find the stuff and Fred nods agreeably. “Standing around isn’t the smart! We need to move. Stuffs can wait!”
“You can still do most of your magics,” Zenga starts.
“Miracles. Blessings. Not magics,” Fred corrects.
“Whatever. The point is...”
The point got lost cause Max leaned in and... was complimentary? They didn’t trust it. No, not at all. Immediately they hushed up, moved their backs to the wall and eyed him warily...
They stayed wary and hushed watching all the lumbering lumberers lumber about. They would follow once they made up their mind, in the meantime they remain on guard and vigilant...
Varnos will lean out the door, looking around and starting to follow the path. "Can someone come with me real quick? I wanna check just one more place."
"Is there anyone near you? Or is the coast clear?"
Xunhar shrinks back and raises his hands in resignation, looking surprised as the two walk out the door with little explanation, "Suit yourselves." he takes a look outside to both sides, trying to catch a glimpse of something before coming back inside, trying to make up his mind between following the two or staying with the rest.
Varnos quietly made his way across the bridge, keeping his head and body low as he moved as quietly as he could. Once he made it across, he glanced back towards Armalis and put a finger to his lips. "Let me check here, then we'll head back." He then moved to the most immediate right door, opening it gently and looking inside.
"I'm almost there. Just be patient. The last thing either of us want is to be captured while trying to escape, right?"
Varnos silently curses under his breath, trying to think of what he could do.
"You didn't say that someone was in the same room. How am I supposed to get past her? If you haven't noticed, I am not the most...adapt as sneaking about."
Xunhar inquietly darts his eyes around the room and in turn at the others, "We're sitting rothé here, we need to move!" he seems about to burst out sprinting into through either the open door or the trapdoor, taking only a few more moments to make up his mind.
Zenga goes to the door and attempts to look out it, trying to see if anyone is around or approaching.
Fred follows, leaning out just above Zenga to also take a look, curious where the other prisoners got off to.
Moxo, not wanting to be left out, starts to try to climb atop Zenga and Fred and put his head atop the totem pole... there is quiet grunting and cursing and complaining before the three fall back inside in a pile, having accomplished exactly nothing.
Climbing to his feet, dusting himself off, and trying to remain dignified while Moxo and Fred get into a slap-fight over the whole affair, Zenga turns to anyone watching and shrugs. “We’s gots to do something...”
"Maybe..." Varnos whispers back, glancing backwards for a moment. "One of them are sleeping in here. I think what I am looking for is in there. If I am right, it's the one that rumors have been going on about, involving her faith. Any ideas on how to get past her?" Varnos asked, somewhat wishing that drow had followed them.
"How close am I to you now? Am I still a floor too low or something?"
Varnos considered it for a moment, slowly nodding. "Well, let me see if I can talk to her first. If she is going against Lolth, then she might be of some aid to us. Otherwise, we'll need to take her out before she goes & alerts anyone." Varnos would then slowly move the door open, letting Arm see what was inside. His eyes would scan the room, looking for any of his belongings.
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“Stuffs? We got stuffs!” Moxo says quietly holding up his newly acquired gear.
“They want their own stuffs!” Fred says, trying to hush him.
“Stuffs is stuffs,” Moxo insists.
“Stuffs is not stuffs,” Zenga insists. “My stuffs allow me to do the magics. Random stuff is just stuffs.”
“So stuffs is stuffs unless it’s your stuffs,” Moxo asks.
“Yes... No!” Zenga thinks for a moment and shrugs.
Arnalis asks about how to even find the stuff and Fred nods agreeably. “Standing around isn’t the smart! We need to move. Stuffs can wait!”
“You can still do most of your magics,” Zenga starts.
“Miracles. Blessings. Not magics,” Fred corrects.
“Whatever. The point is...”
The point got lost cause Max leaned in and... was complimentary? They didn’t trust it. No, not at all. Immediately they hushed up, moved their backs to the wall and eyed him warily...
They stayed wary and hushed watching all the lumbering lumberers lumber about. They would follow once they made up their mind, in the meantime they remain on guard and vigilant...
"Take the door and the bridge after it, then the first door to your right."
(Varnos only)
"Ow. Just...give me a second..." Varnos said towards the poke, rubbing at it as he gently cracked the door open, looking around it.
"The door we came in from or this one?"
The one you are at.
(Varnos)
Varnos will lean out the door, looking around and starting to follow the path. "Can someone come with me real quick? I wanna check just one more place."
"Is there anyone near you? Or is the coast clear?"
Armalis raises his eyebrows incredulously, then with an exasperated gesture follows Varnos. "Well, you can't go alone!"
Xunhar shrinks back and raises his hands in resignation, looking surprised as the two walk out the door with little explanation, "Suit yourselves." he takes a look outside to both sides, trying to catch a glimpse of something before coming back inside, trying to make up his mind between following the two or staying with the rest.
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Outside is another rope bridge over to another stalagtite tower. There are no enemies in sight.
Varnos:
"Not with me. There is a drow in the room above, resting. GET HERE NOW, YOU FOOL!!"
Varnos quietly made his way across the bridge, keeping his head and body low as he moved as quietly as he could. Once he made it across, he glanced back towards Armalis and put a finger to his lips. "Let me check here, then we'll head back." He then moved to the most immediate right door, opening it gently and looking inside.
"I'm almost there. Just be patient. The last thing either of us want is to be captured while trying to escape, right?"
(Any result from Max sneaking a peek down through the trapdoor?)
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Max: About a 10 foot drop.
Inside the room is a sleeping female drow. You've heard of this one. Whispers say she's begining to question Lolth.
Max will bring up the rear as the party appears to move away from the Drow down in the room beneath the trapdoor
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Varnos silently curses under his breath, trying to think of what he could do.
"You didn't say that someone was in the same room. How am I supposed to get past her? If you haven't noticed, I am not the most...adapt as sneaking about."
Xunhar inquietly darts his eyes around the room and in turn at the others, "We're sitting rothé here, we need to move!" he seems about to burst out sprinting into through either the open door or the trapdoor, taking only a few more moments to make up his mind.
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Zenga goes to the door and attempts to look out it, trying to see if anyone is around or approaching.
Fred follows, leaning out just above Zenga to also take a look, curious where the other prisoners got off to.
Moxo, not wanting to be left out, starts to try to climb atop Zenga and Fred and put his head atop the totem pole... there is quiet grunting and cursing and complaining before the three fall back inside in a pile, having accomplished exactly nothing.
Climbing to his feet, dusting himself off, and trying to remain dignified while Moxo and Fred get into a slap-fight over the whole affair, Zenga turns to anyone watching and shrugs. “We’s gots to do something...”
Armalis hangs back behind Varnos, still confused, but hoping that the half-elf knows what he's doing. "Need help?" he whispers.
"Maybe..." Varnos whispers back, glancing backwards for a moment. "One of them are sleeping in here. I think what I am looking for is in there. If I am right, it's the one that rumors have been going on about, involving her faith. Any ideas on how to get past her?" Varnos asked, somewhat wishing that drow had followed them.
"How close am I to you now? Am I still a floor too low or something?"
Armalis frowns, raises his sword, as though it were some sort of answer.
Varnos considered it for a moment, slowly nodding. "Well, let me see if I can talk to her first. If she is going against Lolth, then she might be of some aid to us. Otherwise, we'll need to take her out before she goes & alerts anyone." Varnos would then slowly move the door open, letting Arm see what was inside. His eyes would scan the room, looking for any of his belongings.