Oakharbour started out as a tiny little village nestled between two neighboring kingdoms. It sits on the edge of the White Sea and next to the Iron Oak forest. The village grew rapidly in size as it became a hub for trade within the area.
You've been in town a while and were enjoying a drink at a local tavern. As the night wore on a fight broke out between two tables of intoxicated patrons. The fight quickly turned into a brawl, weapons came out, and the city guard showed up. Most people fled at first sight of the guard, and those who didn't were detained and brought to a nearby guard station. Including you. The guards ignored anyone who claimed they weren't involved and declared that a night in the cell would do you all good and everything would be sorted out in the morning.
All of your weapons and possessions have been taken and tucked away in a back room, your details entered into a log, and you find yourself sitting in cell with six other individuals who you've never met.
Tonk looks among the people in his cell then out towards the guards standing around. He jumps up runs at the metal bars slamming his head in between two bars "Oh Tonk was in that brawl, Tonk bite man who spill full tonk!" He gives a rather crazy look at anyone who looks at him. Tonk is an orange tinted goblin who presumably is missing his right eye. He swings his head over his left shoulder looking back towards the people trapped in the cell with him as he slides one of his fringers behind the worn eyepatch and begins scratching or digging as he giggles to himself.
The tall, noble-featured tiefling woman in the corner doesn't seem to fit with the rough crowd from the tavern. Smoothing her clothes and running her finger through her long ebon hair, She says, in an exotic accent, "Yes, please be quiet, your yapping grows tiresome."
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Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards. DM - The Old Keep
Ixalin had been resting his head on the cell bars; the cold iron felt good on his shiner. His forearm rested on his knee as his fingers moved in a circular motion as if he was turning something over in his hand that wasn’t there.
Somewhere between reality and sleep, his thoughts wondered through the Rolodex of information in his mind. He was on the brink of solving a question that had plagued him for as long as he cared to remember when the jar of the goblin hitting the door startled him back to the present.
“Eye of Savras!” he exclaimed, startled and wide eyed. The air around him quivered for a moment, as the magical shield made of force dissipated. The look of shock faded to irritation and then to amusement. The little creature had certainly garnered a reaction. He couldn’t help but grin as he surveyed his cell mates and then faded back to his thoughts.
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"Tonk not fat, is he?" He looks down towards his belly and puts one of his hands on his stomach "Tonk hungry. Oh pretty lady with jingles on head, I remember you." Sharing a sly grin with you displaying his very crooked and not well maintained teeth. "No, you tiresome! You yap!"
Tonk is going to try sneaking over towards Phineas and play with her jingles.
With a groan, a blonde haired dwarf wakes in the corner. Using the bars, he pulls himself up to a seated position and leans against the bars - the cool metal helping with the pain he feels in his jaw. He brings a calloused hand to his head, attempting to massage away the headache. He holds his hands out before him and notices a few bloodied knuckles. "Ah shit...not again,"he mutters to himself. He looks around the cell with grayish-blue eyes to see who has shared his fate. "So anyone know what the hell happened last night?"
A young dragonborn man sits up from a slouch, "Ye, some drunken gnomes were talking shit about dragonborns, and my uncle overheard and went to knock some sense into them"
On the other side of the room a half-elf man who has been laying on the ground trying to sleep yells without moving, "Could you PLEASE keep it down?! It's gotta be 4 in the bloody morning and some of us..."
He's interrupted mid-sentence by a crash from outside the cell. You hear a commotion from the front of the building including screams, and loud crashes.
Tonk excitedly stops playing with the jingles and runs back over to the other side of the cell to look and see what's going on. All while climbing the side of the cell.
As you try to cast Mage Armor, the bars of your cell glow for a second and your spell fizzles out.
You hear some more commotion out of view, and see a guard come running from out of a back room, and as he crosses your cell he is struck down hard by some invisible force.
You see past the guard to the other side of the room where in the only other cell a lone man in the shadows stands up and casually walks towards the bars of his cell.
You hear a grunting noise and watch as two of the bars of the cell across from you slowly bend away from each other seemingly by themselves. The man steps through the bars and you see a svelte purple Tiefling man as he steps out into the light.
"Thank you Charles", he says to the air beside him.
The dwarf just stands there, arms resting through the bars and watches the scene in the other cell. "That sure is an interesting trick you can do there... Charles, is it?"
The Tiefling man takes notice of all of you watching him, he pauses for a moment thinking, then whispers something that you can't make out and strolls out towards the front entrance.
It's very quiet now, and you hear faint footsteps of something moving towards your cell, it pauses at the guard laying on the ground. You see a wound slowly open up in the guard's chest and a bloody claw connected to nothing emerges from the wound and then you hear the footsteps again as this invisible creature with a blood soaked hand moves towards your cell.
The hand reaches through the bars and with a few flicks, sprays blood on each of you. It then pulls the bars apart in the same way you saw across the room.
You hear the footsteps head out the same way as the tiefling, and you're left here in the quiet cell
Hearing the footsteps approaching, the dwarf begins to cautiously back away from the bars of the cell. He watches with horror and amazement as the spectral form bursts through the guard's chest and proceeds to spread the bars of the cell. After a moment he returns to his senses. "Oh, for ****'s sake!" He looks back to the rest of the cell's occupants and back to the guard's body. "Well, we have two options to keep that,"he nods to the body again, "from being pinned on us: Stay and explain what we saw, or... Run."He finds a seat on the bench, "I don't know about the rest of you, but I don't need this following me. Since they have our names logged, I'm stayin'."
Tonk looks down again "Tonk not fat .."He begins muttering to himself as he stops trying to to bend the bars he had and squeezes through the bent bars following the jingly lady. "Tonk go back to ship and find Cap'n."
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Ixalin squeezes through the bars. “This Guy is in rough shape, I don’t suppose anyone was carrying a healing potion?” He chuckes at his morbid joke and begins looking around. Scanning the hallway for other cells or exits, and paying particularly close attention for anything that looks like it might be countering his magic.
Phineas - you find a small ring of keys and a coin purse with 8g in it. If you want to hide the fact you found them roll a DC 10 slight of hand check. If you don't care if they see you don't worry about it.
Ixalin - You attempt a simple cantrip and notice that outside of the cell your magic seems to work as normal again. Looking around you see towards the way you came in to the guard house lies more dead guards. Towards the back you see a door left open that looks like the one the dead guard came running from. And secure looking heavy metal door. There are only the two cells.
Oakharbour started out as a tiny little village nestled between two neighboring kingdoms. It sits on the edge of the White Sea and next to the Iron Oak forest. The village grew rapidly in size as it became a hub for trade within the area.
You've been in town a while and were enjoying a drink at a local tavern. As the night wore on a fight broke out between two tables of intoxicated patrons. The fight quickly turned into a brawl, weapons came out, and the city guard showed up. Most people fled at first sight of the guard, and those who didn't were detained and brought to a nearby guard station. Including you. The guards ignored anyone who claimed they weren't involved and declared that a night in the cell would do you all good and everything would be sorted out in the morning.
All of your weapons and possessions have been taken and tucked away in a back room, your details entered into a log, and you find yourself sitting in cell with six other individuals who you've never met.
Tonk looks among the people in his cell then out towards the guards standing around. He jumps up runs at the metal bars slamming his head in between two bars "Oh Tonk was in that brawl, Tonk bite man who spill full tonk!" He gives a rather crazy look at anyone who looks at him. Tonk is an orange tinted goblin who presumably is missing his right eye. He swings his head over his left shoulder looking back towards the people trapped in the cell with him as he slides one of his fringers behind the worn eyepatch and begins scratching or digging as he giggles to himself.
The tall, noble-featured tiefling woman in the corner doesn't seem to fit with the rough crowd from the tavern. Smoothing her clothes and running her finger through her long ebon hair, She says, in an exotic accent, "Yes, please be quiet, your yapping grows tiresome."
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
Ixalin had been resting his head on the cell bars; the cold iron felt good on his shiner. His forearm rested on his knee as his fingers moved in a circular motion as if he was turning something over in his hand that wasn’t there.
Somewhere between reality and sleep, his thoughts wondered through the Rolodex of information in his mind. He was on the brink of solving a question that had plagued him for as long as he cared to remember when the jar of the goblin hitting the door startled him back to the present.
“Eye of Savras!” he exclaimed, startled and wide eyed. The air around him quivered for a moment, as the magical shield made of force dissipated. The look of shock faded to irritation and then to amusement. The little creature had certainly garnered a reaction. He couldn’t help but grin as he surveyed his cell mates and then faded back to his thoughts.
"Tonk not fat, is he?" He looks down towards his belly and puts one of his hands on his stomach "Tonk hungry. Oh pretty lady with jingles on head, I remember you." Sharing a sly grin with you displaying his very crooked and not well maintained teeth. "No, you tiresome! You yap!"
Tonk is going to try sneaking over towards Phineas and play with her jingles.
Stealth -> 22
With a groan, a blonde haired dwarf wakes in the corner. Using the bars, he pulls himself up to a seated position and leans against the bars - the cool metal helping with the pain he feels in his jaw. He brings a calloused hand to his head, attempting to massage away the headache. He holds his hands out before him and notices a few bloodied knuckles. "Ah shit...not again," he mutters to himself. He looks around the cell with grayish-blue eyes to see who has shared his fate. "So anyone know what the hell happened last night?"
A young dragonborn man sits up from a slouch, "Ye, some drunken gnomes were talking shit about dragonborns, and my uncle overheard and went to knock some sense into them"
On the other side of the room a half-elf man who has been laying on the ground trying to sleep yells without moving, "Could you PLEASE keep it down?! It's gotta be 4 in the bloody morning and some of us..."
He's interrupted mid-sentence by a crash from outside the cell. You hear a commotion from the front of the building including screams, and loud crashes.
Tonk excitedly stops playing with the jingles and runs back over to the other side of the cell to look and see what's going on. All while climbing the side of the cell.
I would like to cast Mage Armor on myself.
As you try to cast Mage Armor, the bars of your cell glow for a second and your spell fizzles out.
You hear some more commotion out of view, and see a guard come running from out of a back room, and as he crosses your cell he is struck down hard by some invisible force.
You see past the guard to the other side of the room where in the only other cell a lone man in the shadows stands up and casually walks towards the bars of his cell.
You hear a grunting noise and watch as two of the bars of the cell across from you slowly bend away from each other seemingly by themselves. The man steps through the bars and you see a svelte purple Tiefling man as he steps out into the light.
"Thank you Charles", he says to the air beside him.
Seeing the bars bend Tonk is gonna grab two bars and try bending them! Huffing, puffing, and grunting the whole time.
Strength -> 7
They do not bend even a little bit
“How... did you do that...?” Ixalin mutters, mostly to himself as he looks on inquisically.
The dwarf just stands there, arms resting through the bars and watches the scene in the other cell. "That sure is an interesting trick you can do there... Charles, is it?"
The Tiefling man takes notice of all of you watching him, he pauses for a moment thinking, then whispers something that you can't make out and strolls out towards the front entrance.
It's very quiet now, and you hear faint footsteps of something moving towards your cell, it pauses at the guard laying on the ground. You see a wound slowly open up in the guard's chest and a bloody claw connected to nothing emerges from the wound and then you hear the footsteps again as this invisible creature with a blood soaked hand moves towards your cell.
The hand reaches through the bars and with a few flicks, sprays blood on each of you. It then pulls the bars apart in the same way you saw across the room.
You hear the footsteps head out the same way as the tiefling, and you're left here in the quiet cell
Hearing the footsteps approaching, the dwarf begins to cautiously back away from the bars of the cell. He watches with horror and amazement as the spectral form bursts through the guard's chest and proceeds to spread the bars of the cell. After a moment he returns to his senses. "Oh, for ****'s sake!" He looks back to the rest of the cell's occupants and back to the guard's body. "Well, we have two options to keep that," he nods to the body again, "from being pinned on us: Stay and explain what we saw, or... Run." He finds a seat on the bench, "I don't know about the rest of you, but I don't need this following me. Since they have our names logged, I'm stayin'."
Tonk looks down again "Tonk not fat .." He begins muttering to himself as he stops trying to to bend the bars he had and squeezes through the bent bars following the jingly lady. "Tonk go back to ship and find Cap'n."
Ixalin squeezes through the bars. “This Guy is in rough shape, I don’t suppose anyone was carrying a healing potion?” He chuckes at his morbid joke and begins looking around. Scanning the hallway for other cells or exits, and paying particularly close attention for anything that looks like it might be countering his magic.
Passive perception: 19
Perception roll: 14
Phineas - you find a small ring of keys and a coin purse with 8g in it. If you want to hide the fact you found them roll a DC 10 slight of hand check. If you don't care if they see you don't worry about it.
Ixalin - You attempt a simple cantrip and notice that outside of the cell your magic seems to work as normal again. Looking around you see towards the way you came in to the guard house lies more dead guards. Towards the back you see a door left open that looks like the one the dead guard came running from. And secure looking heavy metal door. There are only the two cells.
Is the dead guard wearing a belt? Can Tonk steal it from him?