On the first night Haivern found himself having trouble sleeping due to the nightmares, waking with a start on the first night upon having said dream but past that he did recover and had decent rest. During the next few days he found himself at least learning the names of most of the more approachable cell mates within the prison, though he didn't get much more than that done. He did try and keep an eye on how the guards the moved. He was just generally trying to help out wherever he could.
Nightmares, never-ending nightmares. Dreams and demons haunting him incessantly, as he tosses and turns in the cold, damp prison cell at night, agonising, abhorrent, nebulous, like a ghostly hand reaching out from hell into his chest, white bony knuckles clutching his heart, squeezing and twisting it, making him gasp for air. In the middle of the night, Shio wakes up from a nightmare, unable to breathe as if all the air had been squeezed out of his lungs. He struggles for breath, clutching his metal collar, like a dying man drowning, desperate for air with his last ounce of life.
Cold sweat drenches his back, he is sure that the commotion he had made had woken the other prisoners, but he could not restrain a shudder. Dropping to his knees and propped up on his elbows, his hand trembles as he removes the mask from his face and strokes the uneven skin from his burns, hiding the ugly, painful marks. His charred eye has a mist over it, listless and unfocused. Screams and cries of agony echo in his ears, same as the day the duergars branded the mark onto him. It's like he still could feel the sizzling of his skin, and the smell of burnt flesh.
It was just a dream. Finally calming done his hyperventilation, he slowly puts the mask back on with trembling fingers, and collapses against wall. He is tired. The labours during the day are exhausting, that he couldn't keep his eyes open at night. But as soon as he falls asleep, nightmares ensues. He's drained physically and mentally. He has gotten chance to know everyone in the cell. Chatting distracts him from thinking about the nightmares. He's been keeping an eye on the guards, staying as alert as he can, calculating the possible ways to escape.
Luriel has been having bad dreams as well. She hopes her sister has been able to, somehow, get to the surface, out of the cavernous warrens and tunnels of the Underdark. Every day, she tries to, subtly, listen to what the guards and the other Drow are saying outside, trying to figure out if her sister has been captured as well or not. She's been trying to work with Andarel to find a way to escape, but they haven't had much luck. She's tried to introduce herself to the other prisoners as well.
(OOC: Should I roll anything for trying to figure out about her sister?)
It is the 5th day you all've been here. You are all in the cell, and it's about time for a guard change. Suddenly, you hear a horrible buzzing noise, like some great swarm of insects, followed by unnatural shrieks. Alarm horns ring out and the drow start rushing to battle stations. A horrible creature (see below picture) crashes into the bars of the door and sunders it into scrap. What would you like to do?
Andarel sits quietly in the side of the cell, minding her own business as many of the others in the cell seem to have cut themselves off and interact little with the newer additions. She thinks back to the boredom of her writing desk and the mounds of papers that at the time seemed tedious and droll but that she so dearly misses now. A noise pierces her reverie, a buzzing that quickly grows louder before the sounds of shrieks start to intersperse the buzz. Andarel rises as the alarms sound, looking around and ushering Stool and the twins to the rear of the cave. Seeing others trying to work out what is going on, some reflexively reaching for weapons they no longer possess, others looking scared of what may come.
The crash sends broken debris from the cell door flying into the space around it and Andarel tries to shield her immediate companions from any shrapnel, apparently fortunate to have been enough away from the front of the cell. Seeing the strange winged beast that is recovering from it's impact and righting itself by the doorway Andarel realises that this might be the chance they have all been hoping for. Looking for Zelk, Luriel and Fuse amidst the momentary shock and confusion she shouts "Zelk, I don't know whether this was in plan A or Z but I think we found a way out... I'm not sure how we get past that thing though! Maybe the guards will help with it..." She turns to the twins and Stool "Stool, tell them to be ready to run if we do."
Andarel tries to recall whether she has seen or read about anything that resembles the creature (Roll: 5 + mods Arcana/history +4, nature +2)
I'm just going to take a passive. You're a wizard, so you would probably have studied it. It's a type of minor demon. You could either ignore it or attack it, it's badly wounded.
Cursing loudly in dwarvish, the language is enough to make Haviern (the only one to understand dwarvish) view Zelk in a whole new light. Zelk is usually calm, but the time that he has spent away from his magics is too long and he yearns for a chance to feel the power of nature flow through him again. Zelk knows he won't stand a chance against a monster of this size without a weapon, so he holds his hand forward in a peaceful manner and attempts to shoo it away from the entrance so that the group can make a run for it. Turning to the rest of the group he starts, "If anyone had a chance to nick something, grab it and bring it with you." Responding to Andarel he says, "Sometimes the best plans are the ones that take advantage of the opportunity when it presents itself. We aren't going to get a better chance to escape, so let's take it." Assuming the creature leaves, Zelk sprints out of the cell, looking both ways for either guards or exits.
Shio jumps up as the horrifying creature slams its wings against the ward. The alarm bell roars, causing a commotion in the cell as the panicked footsteps of the guards run to their stations. Unable to contain his excitement, Shio stands up, swiftly striding his long legs towards the unguarded door and nods in agreement at Zelk. “Yes,” he says, with a smile, as he glances outside expectantly, “it’s now or never.”
Shio turns towards their draw co-prisoner, as usual sitting in a gloomy corner by himself, silently, non-responding. Possibly the only person in the cell who hasn’t expressed any interest in escaping during these days here, he offers one last time, “you coming?”, before sprinting outside following Zelk and Luriel.
The creature screeches and flies back up. Outside is chaos. Drow warriors are running back and forth, shooting at the creatures and another resembling an enormous mosquito.
You are on a thin stone precipice. In front of you is a rope bridge, to your left is a stone staircase. Where to?
"I couldn't agree more Zelk! Stool! Get them running!"Andarel runs to the little myconoid and tries to help him move faster past the creature."Luriel, if you still have that rod, now is the time to use it!"
As everyone starts to bolt, Andarel tries to take note of who is running where and usher Stool and the twins safely through. Following Zelk's lead.
Getting to the precipice Andarel looks at their options, "The bridge might not last long with these things about, if we're gonna go that way, we'd best make it fast."
(OoC: Where do the rope bridge and stone staircase lead as far as we can see (I've got darkvision if it matters)? Have any of us had to travel over either of these on work details to give us a clue?)
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"Oh, right! Sorry!"Luriel turns at Andarel's suggestion and begins to run back towards the creature. When she gets close enough, she yells,"Uh... take this!!"and tries to hit it in the face as hard as she can.
Haivern found himself waking with a start at all the sound. The good news was this seemed to be the bad news was that there was now a screeching monster within the cell. He slightly glanced over towards the Dwarf in the cell who had quite the colorful vocabulary on them. Not that Haivern himself wouldn't be cursing too were he not so excited at the prospect of getting the hell out of this godforsaken cell. Once the others took off running he did not need to be told twice, sprinting to keep up with the others and shutting his eyes when the screech of the monster tore through. He really wished he had a bow, felt pretty damn useless at the moment as he tried to look around. "Can't see much, not sure which way" Haivern asked not having darkvision.
Frantic and delayed at the suddenness of this, Fuse takes one of their blankets (I assume there would be communial one at best; will use his shirt if not) and throws it over the creatures head, before following Andarel, scooping up the Mycanoid if its slow-after all he can't fight with his hands, but he can carry.
"Mosquito monster and winged creature! the Bridge we'd be sitting ducks. We need weapons or hard cover" Suggesting that the group opt for the stairway-as he has no wish to be plucked from the bridge by a monster.
(Will be posting a bit slowly. as I am quite sick atm EDIT; well pick up te mycanoid or the kids depending on context)
Admist the turmoil caused by the vicious monster, Shio quickly followed others across a few fallen tree trunks and roots, mingled, intertwined, over a muddy quagmire covered with carrion. He focused on running and nothing else, ignoring the chaos happening around them, and they arrive in front of a precipice. The stones freed from the frost, covered with a layer of turquoise moss.
Out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of the blue-skinned girl who escaped with him rushing towards the demonic creature and started attacking. “Run…!” He cuts himself short and mutters under his breath, “we shouldn’t engage.”
Shio turns to the two options in front of him, the rope bridge and the stairs. Looking ahead for where they lead to, and glancing back to see if anyone has caught up with them, he lets out a sigh, “whichever way we go we need to decide now.”
Perception: 14
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On the first night Haivern found himself having trouble sleeping due to the nightmares, waking with a start on the first night upon having said dream but past that he did recover and had decent rest. During the next few days he found himself at least learning the names of most of the more approachable cell mates within the prison, though he didn't get much more than that done. He did try and keep an eye on how the guards the moved. He was just generally trying to help out wherever he could.
Nightmares, never-ending nightmares. Dreams and demons haunting him incessantly, as he tosses and turns in the cold, damp prison cell at night, agonising, abhorrent, nebulous, like a ghostly hand reaching out from hell into his chest, white bony knuckles clutching his heart, squeezing and twisting it, making him gasp for air. In the middle of the night, Shio wakes up from a nightmare, unable to breathe as if all the air had been squeezed out of his lungs. He struggles for breath, clutching his metal collar, like a dying man drowning, desperate for air with his last ounce of life.
Cold sweat drenches his back, he is sure that the commotion he had made had woken the other prisoners, but he could not restrain a shudder. Dropping to his knees and propped up on his elbows, his hand trembles as he removes the mask from his face and strokes the uneven skin from his burns, hiding the ugly, painful marks. His charred eye has a mist over it, listless and unfocused. Screams and cries of agony echo in his ears, same as the day the duergars branded the mark onto him. It's like he still could feel the sizzling of his skin, and the smell of burnt flesh.
It was just a dream. Finally calming done his hyperventilation, he slowly puts the mask back on with trembling fingers, and collapses against wall. He is tired. The labours during the day are exhausting, that he couldn't keep his eyes open at night. But as soon as he falls asleep, nightmares ensues. He's drained physically and mentally. He has gotten chance to know everyone in the cell. Chatting distracts him from thinking about the nightmares. He's been keeping an eye on the guards, staying as alert as he can, calculating the possible ways to escape.
Luriel has been having bad dreams as well. She hopes her sister has been able to, somehow, get to the surface, out of the cavernous warrens and tunnels of the Underdark. Every day, she tries to, subtly, listen to what the guards and the other Drow are saying outside, trying to figure out if her sister has been captured as well or not. She's been trying to work with Andarel to find a way to escape, but they haven't had much luck. She's tried to introduce herself to the other prisoners as well.
(OOC: Should I roll anything for trying to figure out about her sister?)
Insight or Perception
Insight: 10
From what you could tell, at least these drow didn't catch her. You don't know about other drow.
Alright, on with the story!
It is the 5th day you all've been here. You are all in the cell, and it's about time for a guard change. Suddenly, you hear a horrible buzzing noise, like some great swarm of insects, followed by unnatural shrieks. Alarm horns ring out and the drow start rushing to battle stations. A horrible creature (see below picture) crashes into the bars of the door and sunders it into scrap. What would you like to do?
Andarel sits quietly in the side of the cell, minding her own business as many of the others in the cell seem to have cut themselves off and interact little with the newer additions. She thinks back to the boredom of her writing desk and the mounds of papers that at the time seemed tedious and droll but that she so dearly misses now. A noise pierces her reverie, a buzzing that quickly grows louder before the sounds of shrieks start to intersperse the buzz. Andarel rises as the alarms sound, looking around and ushering Stool and the twins to the rear of the cave. Seeing others trying to work out what is going on, some reflexively reaching for weapons they no longer possess, others looking scared of what may come.
The crash sends broken debris from the cell door flying into the space around it and Andarel tries to shield her immediate companions from any shrapnel, apparently fortunate to have been enough away from the front of the cell. Seeing the strange winged beast that is recovering from it's impact and righting itself by the doorway Andarel realises that this might be the chance they have all been hoping for. Looking for Zelk, Luriel and Fuse amidst the momentary shock and confusion she shouts "Zelk, I don't know whether this was in plan A or Z but I think we found a way out... I'm not sure how we get past that thing though! Maybe the guards will help with it..." She turns to the twins and Stool "Stool, tell them to be ready to run if we do."
Andarel tries to recall whether she has seen or read about anything that resembles the creature (Roll: 5 + mods Arcana/history +4, nature +2)
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
I'm just going to take a passive. You're a wizard, so you would probably have studied it. It's a type of minor demon. You could either ignore it or attack it, it's badly wounded.
(OOC: With the doors open, is magic possible now? Or does the antimagic field exist regardless of the doors?)
As soon as the door breaks open, Zelk tries his magics again and touches himself on the chest trying to imbue himself with some of nature's guidance.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
The magic sputters and fails, but it seems as if the wards are damaged.
Cursing loudly in dwarvish, the language is enough to make Haviern (the only one to understand dwarvish) view Zelk in a whole new light. Zelk is usually calm, but the time that he has spent away from his magics is too long and he yearns for a chance to feel the power of nature flow through him again. Zelk knows he won't stand a chance against a monster of this size without a weapon, so he holds his hand forward in a peaceful manner and attempts to shoo it away from the entrance so that the group can make a run for it. Turning to the rest of the group he starts, "If anyone had a chance to nick something, grab it and bring it with you." Responding to Andarel he says, "Sometimes the best plans are the ones that take advantage of the opportunity when it presents itself. We aren't going to get a better chance to escape, so let's take it." Assuming the creature leaves, Zelk sprints out of the cell, looking both ways for either guards or exits.
Animal Handling: 25
Perception (If creature moves): 16
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Luriel looks around at the others. "I'm going with him. I need to get out of here." Luriel runs after Zelk.
Shio jumps up as the horrifying creature slams its wings against the ward. The alarm bell roars, causing a commotion in the cell as the panicked footsteps of the guards run to their stations. Unable to contain his excitement, Shio stands up, swiftly striding his long legs towards the unguarded door and nods in agreement at Zelk. “Yes,” he says, with a smile, as he glances outside expectantly, “it’s now or never.”
Shio turns towards their draw co-prisoner, as usual sitting in a gloomy corner by himself, silently, non-responding. Possibly the only person in the cell who hasn’t expressed any interest in escaping during these days here, he offers one last time, “you coming?”, before sprinting outside following Zelk and Luriel.
The creature screeches and flies back up. Outside is chaos. Drow warriors are running back and forth, shooting at the creatures and another resembling an enormous mosquito.
You are on a thin stone precipice. In front of you is a rope bridge, to your left is a stone staircase. Where to?
"I couldn't agree more Zelk! Stool! Get them running!" Andarel runs to the little myconoid and tries to help him move faster past the creature. "Luriel, if you still have that rod, now is the time to use it!"
As everyone starts to bolt, Andarel tries to take note of who is running where and usher Stool and the twins safely through. Following Zelk's lead.
Getting to the precipice Andarel looks at their options, "The bridge might not last long with these things about, if we're gonna go that way, we'd best make it fast."
(OoC: Where do the rope bridge and stone staircase lead as far as we can see (I've got darkvision if it matters)? Have any of us had to travel over either of these on work details to give us a clue?)
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
"Oh, right! Sorry!" Luriel turns at Andarel's suggestion and begins to run back towards the creature. When she gets close enough, she yells, "Uh... take this!!" and tries to hit it in the face as hard as she can.
Attack: 7 Damage: 5
Haivern found himself waking with a start at all the sound. The good news was this seemed to be the bad news was that there was now a screeching monster within the cell. He slightly glanced over towards the Dwarf in the cell who had quite the colorful vocabulary on them. Not that Haivern himself wouldn't be cursing too were he not so excited at the prospect of getting the hell out of this godforsaken cell. Once the others took off running he did not need to be told twice, sprinting to keep up with the others and shutting his eyes when the screech of the monster tore through. He really wished he had a bow, felt pretty damn useless at the moment as he tried to look around. "Can't see much, not sure which way" Haivern asked not having darkvision.
Frantic and delayed at the suddenness of this, Fuse takes one of their blankets (I assume there would be communial one at best; will use his shirt if not) and throws it over the creatures head, before following Andarel, scooping up the Mycanoid if its slow-after all he can't fight with his hands, but he can carry.
"Mosquito monster and winged creature! the Bridge we'd be sitting ducks. We need weapons or hard cover" Suggesting that the group opt for the stairway-as he has no wish to be plucked from the bridge by a monster.
(Will be posting a bit slowly. as I am quite sick atm
EDIT; well pick up te mycanoid or the kids depending on context)
Admist the turmoil caused by the vicious monster, Shio quickly followed others across a few fallen tree trunks and roots, mingled, intertwined, over a muddy quagmire covered with carrion. He focused on running and nothing else, ignoring the chaos happening around them, and they arrive in front of a precipice. The stones freed from the frost, covered with a layer of turquoise moss.
Out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of the blue-skinned girl who escaped with him rushing towards the demonic creature and started attacking. “Run…!” He cuts himself short and mutters under his breath, “we shouldn’t engage.”
Shio turns to the two options in front of him, the rope bridge and the stairs. Looking ahead for where they lead to, and glancing back to see if anyone has caught up with them, he lets out a sigh, “whichever way we go we need to decide now.”
Perception: 14