Andarel will put forward her vote for Sloobludop. Making a case that the sooner they can get somewhere with rations and shelter, the sooner they can start to devise a useful plan.
"Shuushar, what sort of reception are a mixed band such as we likely to receive in Sloobludop? Are there any particular difficulties that we'd face on the way? 8 days of travel down here seems a much better option to me than nearly a month."
Luriel turns to Fuse. "Hey, you picked up the extra weapons and stuff and... can I have a couple daggers?" Luriel would also like to put her vote forth for Sloobludop.
Zelk smiles as he spins his staff in his hand and points it towards the webbing. A spiky tendril shoots out of the tip of the staff and tears into some of the webs. Turning to everyone else, he gives his two cents worth about which way to exit, "I think Sloobludop is the best path as well. The faster we can find people other than the drow, the sooner we can rest and come up with a strategy."
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Shuffing the clanging ensheathed metal within his pack, Fuse holds it out; "Of course, take what you want. Frankly, I just didn't want them to have it. The less supplies, and more of them that die, the less likely they're to care to hunt us anytime soon... as for a direction. I don't have a clue. I'll trust more experienced judgement. Though it would be nice if everyone got to go home safely..."
Growing in excitment at Zel's magic, "Ah! I've got something like that Zelk, I call it my Stick Stick; it' can do something similar. I made it out of a failed tangle goop, some spider web, and some metal wiring. How neat." Realizing for a moment, Fuse gathers what spider webbing he can that fell down with us, always be collecting his dad told him.
Shio stands at the side hugging his chest, watching Zelk and Fuse’s demonstration with a smile from the corners of his thin lips. He is glad that they recovered their gear eventually, he was ready to move on without it, but it is always good when you can avoid an unnecessary fight.
He glances beyond all three exits with no avail, he is not familiar with any of the places that their cellmates had mentioned, but any place would better than this hellhole. He takes a couple steps towards the west passage leading to Sloobludop where the group consensus seemed to lie. The studded leather outlining his waistline, with an obviously armed illusionary crossbow hanging from the belt. “As long as we are getting out of here,“ he says.
Andarel will put forward her vote for Sloobludop. Making a case that the sooner they can get somewhere with rations and shelter, the sooner they can start to devise a useful plan.
"Shuushar, what sort of reception are a mixed band such as we likely to receive in Sloobludop? Are there any particular difficulties that we'd face on the way? 8 days of travel down here seems a much better option to me than nearly a month."
"There is a chance you may not be well received, but I believe I can convince them to allow you to pass through. You could acquire boats and go across the Darklake, it would likely slow down the drow.
Trotting to catch up after a bit of enjoyment, as well as pocketing a few pebbles he could find, Fuse opines, "Honestly as long as they don't murder us, and give us directions and some supplies for a trip, I'll take it."
(Of note; Fuse has 1 glowing pebble in his pocket, wrapped in cloth or spiderweb, smothering the light. He'll trust the others with better vision, but he wants a bit of light if needed. No light is visible currently from it) Magical Tinkering effect: The object sheds bright light in a 5-foot radius and dim light for an additional 5 feet.
"We're decided then, there can't be too many worse greetings than the one we'd receive staying here for much longer." Shrugging her pack onto her back, checking her weapons are secured and accessible, and taking one last look up at the drow outpost Andarel offers a hand to each of the twins as she starts walking towards the western passage. "Come on Stool, we'll have a little adventure whilst we find your grove. What do we have by way of food? do we need to be on the lookout for anything edible as we go? Did we get anything to be able to take some water with us?"
Ok, you walk into the west passage and into the Underdark wilderness. I need 2 marching orders: single file and 2 abreast( including NPCs). Normal or Slow pace? (Slow will let you be stealthier and make foraging easier). You may want to discuss on the pm and then post the final decisions.
"Whatever gets us away from here" Haivern put in his opinion. He found it hard to argue with going to somewhere only slightly more than a week away when the other choices would almost take a month. Meaning to go closer to the front of the marching order if there were no exceptions, though perhaps not leading the charge as he couldn't see all too well what with the lack of darkvision.
You wind your way through the twisting tunnels, most often pitch black. Occasionally, tunnels are lit by bioluminescent fungus or a strange dim light. Anyone foraging, Shio, and Haivern, make a Survival check.
"I remember when I thought that the archives at the university were about as creepy as a place could get... I'd feel a lot more comfortable if I were back there now." Andarel keeps her voice low as she walks alongside Shuushar, "Does Sloobludop have any centres of education or learning Shuushar? I know we are all a bit on edge, but it would be such a wasted opportunity for me not to do at least some research whilst I am seeing all these new places..." The nervousness in her voice is apparent but Andarel has been trying her best to hold up around the little ones, and she found that thinking of home and her life before the Underdark was about the best way to comfort herself.
She watches as every so often several of the party members make small diversions to try and forage for the group whilst the others keeping watch on the trail they are following.
"I remember when I thought that the archives at the university were about as creepy as a place could get... I'd feel a lot more comfortable if I were back there now." Andarel keeps her voice low as she walks alongside Shuushar, "Does Sloobludop have any centres of education or learning Shuushar? I know we are all a bit on edge, but it would be such a wasted opportunity for me not to do at least some research whilst I am seeing all these new places..." The nervousness in her voice is apparent but Andarel has been trying her best to hold up around the little ones, and she found that thinking of home and her life before the Underdark was about the best way to comfort herself.
She watches as every so often several of the party members make small diversions to try and forage for the group whilst the others keeping watch on the trail they are following.
"Unfortunately, most of my people are not as enlightened as me, and so have no centers of learning."
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In the back, with the light dificulty; but occasional use of his pocket light to illuminate a small area here and there. Fuse follows up with the group but tries to keep an eye out for Alchemical reagents or edibles.
19 (Although 2 folks already rolled. Feels weird to just spam it. So if GM doesn't want so many ignore Fuses and he just fluffily gathers alchemy stuff)
Blingdenstone could get you to the surface.
Andarel will put forward her vote for Sloobludop. Making a case that the sooner they can get somewhere with rations and shelter, the sooner they can start to devise a useful plan.
"Shuushar, what sort of reception are a mixed band such as we likely to receive in Sloobludop? Are there any particular difficulties that we'd face on the way? 8 days of travel down here seems a much better option to me than nearly a month."
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Luriel turns to Fuse. "Hey, you picked up the extra weapons and stuff and... can I have a couple daggers?" Luriel would also like to put her vote forth for Sloobludop.
Zelk smiles as he spins his staff in his hand and points it towards the webbing. A spiky tendril shoots out of the tip of the staff and tears into some of the webs. Turning to everyone else, he gives his two cents worth about which way to exit, "I think Sloobludop is the best path as well. The faster we can find people other than the drow, the sooner we can rest and come up with a strategy."
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Shuffing the clanging ensheathed metal within his pack, Fuse holds it out; "Of course, take what you want. Frankly, I just didn't want them to have it. The less supplies, and more of them that die, the less likely they're to care to hunt us anytime soon... as for a direction. I don't have a clue. I'll trust more experienced judgement. Though it would be nice if everyone got to go home safely..."
Growing in excitment at Zel's magic, "Ah! I've got something like that Zelk, I call it my Stick Stick; it' can do something similar. I made it out of a failed tangle goop, some spider web, and some metal wiring. How neat." Realizing for a moment, Fuse gathers what spider webbing he can that fell down with us, always be collecting his dad told him.
Shio stands at the side hugging his chest, watching Zelk and Fuse’s demonstration with a smile from the corners of his thin lips. He is glad that they recovered their gear eventually, he was ready to move on without it, but it is always good when you can avoid an unnecessary fight.
He glances beyond all three exits with no avail, he is not familiar with any of the places that their cellmates had mentioned, but any place would better than this hellhole. He takes a couple steps towards the west passage leading to Sloobludop where the group consensus seemed to lie. The studded leather outlining his waistline, with an obviously armed illusionary crossbow hanging from the belt. “As long as we are getting out of here,“ he says.
(OOC: Unless Haviern vehemently opposes heading to Sloobludop, we have 4 votes to head there and one abstaining so I think it is decided...)
Zelk follows after Shio, heading towards the west passage.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
"There is a chance you may not be well received, but I believe I can convince them to allow you to pass through. You could acquire boats and go across the Darklake, it would likely slow down the drow.
Trotting to catch up after a bit of enjoyment, as well as pocketing a few pebbles he could find, Fuse opines, "Honestly as long as they don't murder us, and give us directions and some supplies for a trip, I'll take it."
(Of note; Fuse has 1 glowing pebble in his pocket, wrapped in cloth or spiderweb, smothering the light. He'll trust the others with better vision, but he wants a bit of light if needed. No light is visible currently from it)
Magical Tinkering effect: The object sheds bright light in a 5-foot radius and dim light for an additional 5 feet.
"We're decided then, there can't be too many worse greetings than the one we'd receive staying here for much longer." Shrugging her pack onto her back, checking her weapons are secured and accessible, and taking one last look up at the drow outpost Andarel offers a hand to each of the twins as she starts walking towards the western passage. "Come on Stool, we'll have a little adventure whilst we find your grove. What do we have by way of food? do we need to be on the lookout for anything edible as we go? Did we get anything to be able to take some water with us?"
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
(You could forage in the Underdark, and Zelk could prep goodberry.)
Ok, you walk into the west passage and into the Underdark wilderness. I need 2 marching orders: single file and 2 abreast( including NPCs). Normal or Slow pace? (Slow will let you be stealthier and make foraging easier). You may want to discuss on the pm and then post the final decisions.
"Whatever gets us away from here" Haivern put in his opinion. He found it hard to argue with going to somewhere only slightly more than a week away when the other choices would almost take a month. Meaning to go closer to the front of the marching order if there were no exceptions, though perhaps not leading the charge as he couldn't see all too well what with the lack of darkvision.
You wind your way through the twisting tunnels, most often pitch black. Occasionally, tunnels are lit by bioluminescent fungus or a strange dim light. Anyone foraging, Shio, and Haivern, make a Survival check.
Luriel is also foraging.
Survival: 6
Survival: 3
"I remember when I thought that the archives at the university were about as creepy as a place could get... I'd feel a lot more comfortable if I were back there now." Andarel keeps her voice low as she walks alongside Shuushar, "Does Sloobludop have any centres of education or learning Shuushar? I know we are all a bit on edge, but it would be such a wasted opportunity for me not to do at least some research whilst I am seeing all these new places..." The nervousness in her voice is apparent but Andarel has been trying her best to hold up around the little ones, and she found that thinking of home and her life before the Underdark was about the best way to comfort herself.
She watches as every so often several of the party members make small diversions to try and forage for the group whilst the others keeping watch on the trail they are following.
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
"Unfortunately, most of my people are not as enlightened as me, and so have no centers of learning."
In the back, with the light dificulty; but occasional use of his pocket light to illuminate a small area here and there. Fuse follows up with the group but tries to keep an eye out for Alchemical reagents or edibles.
19 (Although 2 folks already rolled. Feels weird to just spam it. So if GM doesn't want so many ignore Fuses and he just fluffily gathers alchemy stuff)
"That is unfortunate... So how did you end up so 'enlightened'?"
Bring out your inner chatacter class...