You wake up with a severe headache, one that any and every noise sends ripples of agony coursing down from your head to your neck and back up.
Nausea and blurriness plague you as you struggle to lift yourself from the floor where a pool of vomit (perhaps your own, perhaps your neighbor) has congealed and sticks to your face, neck and chest. It reeks of something awful and there are bits of half-chewed food stuck to your person.
You try to stand, but have great difficulty in doing so, feeling biting pain in both arms and legs. As you look around, you realize your hands and feet are tightly bound by thick hemp ropes.
After a few more moments, you are awake and cognizant enough to observe your surroundings. Sunlight streaks down from some open windows and cracks in the wall leading you to believe it is either morning or already afternoon. You are unsure.
The area is the back area of the tavern where you have no idea how you ended up there, nor how you started. You hear some muffled voices in another room and the general hubbub of cleaning.
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Uzig, worrying that he had another blackout drunk incident and wound up in some kind of S&M session, checks to see if he pissed himself while investigating his surroundings
As she awakes in these disconcerting circumstances, Xan attempts to center herself and remain calm. Noticing that she is tightly bound, she begins using her training to attempt to wriggle free of the ropes around her hands.
Xan uses her dexterity (7) to begin working the ropes off of her hands and feet .
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Grimly deciding that the vomit is probably his, Yandy strugles to make sense of his surroundings. His hands are bound, but can a mage hand untie the ropes?
Yandy uses int 23 to try and assess the situation.
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Kaeros awoke on his back on the floor, shoulders searing from the awkward position his bound wrists had put him in. Rolling onto his side, body facing the door, he began to work at the ropes with what little mobility he had.
Kaeros uses Dex 21 to try to free himself of his bonds.
Uzig, worrying that he had another blackout drunk incident and wound up in some kind of S&M session, checks to see if he pissed himself while investigating his surroundings
Uzig gingerly moves, his body aching from the strange contortion act the binds forced his body to be in. He had no recollection of any intimate advances or bed-games from last night, so the binds, while a nice touch, were a bit of a mystery. Still reeling from the hangover, he still was cognizant enough to realize that yes, he indeed soiled himself. Not an uncommon occurrence for him, but rather an annoying one. More money lost on laundry.
He took in the current landscape. This is the back area of the tavern where most of the immediate foodstuffs and drinks are held. The room is dimly lit and smells of aged alcohol from repeated spills over the years. And now, vomit also joins the fragrance.
The wooden floors are stained with food and drink. With his sharp dwarvish eyes, he could see a rat and maybe some bugs scurrying about. There are a few large wooden barrels towards one wall, all pretty much emptied from the night before. Who knows many he was responsible for. On the other wall are empty drink caskets stacked high to the ceiling, each tap either dry or slightly moist from the dregs. Near him, there are some broken bits of a casket, still moist and spilling its sweet, fragrant blood.
There are two doors on opposite ends and no windows. One of the doors is slightly cracked open and muffled voices are heard from the other room. The other door is closed.
There are a few other people bound and tied accompanying Uzig, no doubt random partners-in-crime from the wild festivities of the night before. There seems to be an elf-wench, a scrawny elf-wretch, and some rough looking human.
As she awakes in these disconcerting circumstances, Xan attempts to center herself and remain calm. Noticing that she is tightly bound, she begins using her training to attempt to wriggle free of the ropes around her hands.
Unfortunately, whoever tied these binds must have known about the harsh training monks go through and put extra care in the knots. Every movement caused the ropes to gnaw and bite deeper into her flesh, causing her great discomfort.
Xan did not comprehend how she got into this situation to begin with, as she tends to abstain from overindulging. Was she poisoned?
Grimly deciding that the vomit is probably his, Yandy strugles to make sense of his surroundings. His hands are bound, but can a mage hand untie the ropes?
Ignoring the pool of his own (and most certainly the reeking soiled dwarf's) vomit, he stilled his mind and began to gingerly move his hands. The binds were quite tight, but still had just enough give to do few very slight gestures, mostly with the fingers. Mage Hand might be be possible, although painful.
Kaeros awoke on his back on the floor, shoulders searing from the awkward position his bound wrists had put him in. Rolling onto his side, body facing the door, he began to work at the ropes with what little mobility he had.
The binds were very well done, each movement causing extreme pain. However, being a rugged wanderer, he had his fair share of being beaten and tied. A bitter smile crept on his face as he remembered a run-in with some foolish bandits. Needless to say, the wolves had a feast that night.
As he slowly, methodically began contorting his body against the raging pain, the knots every so slightly began to loosen. Just a bit more...
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Xan resists the temptation to dwell on the how and why of her captivity and tries to keep her focus on finding a way out of her bindings.
Since her attempts to use her training to wriggle free had met only with failure, she began to peer around the room (perception: 8) for something sharp she could use to cut the bindings.
Just.. A little.. More. Kaeros scooted a few inches toward the caskets, contorting his body to such a way to push his bound wrists under the drip-drip-drip of leaking wine, maneuvering his hands to get them - - and the rope - - as wet as possible.
One more graceless flop back onto his chest, and he began again with a fresh attempt to release himself of his binds. "Where the hell are we? Who the hell are you people?" He spoke, his voice hoarse with liquor, his cheek flattened against the floor, half of a chicken wing on his forehead.
Satisfied that the even fouler smelling than normal dwarf won't immediately turn on him, Yandy pushes the nausea and pain to the back of his mind and tries to focus. Straining to move an arm (dex 14) won't be painless, but he just might be able to use a mage hand on the knots binding the dwarf's arms...
Xan spots some broken pieces of wood near the reeking dwarf. He must have been tossed into them at some point. A sliver of iron jutted from one of the broken casket ribs. Could this be enough to cut the binds?
But to get there, she would have to worm her way towards the filth and reek of that dwarf...
The pool of wine had just enough to wet the rope and Kaeros' wrists. His shoulders and wrists contorted to their utmost limit...and popped. The pain was blinding and fierce, but a quick, deep breath brought his mind back from the realm of pain into lucidity.
The binds were loose enough to slip out one hand. It quickly worked on the other. With his hands freed, he began on his legs.
Whoever these people are, should he trust them? Or should he make a break for it?
Silently signaling to the filfthy dwarf to stop squirming, Yandy began the casting of Mage Hand. The spectral hand manifested itself like condensed fog, swirling until it achieved a sufficiently large enough size to pluck at binds effectively. The dwarf's eyes opened and a massive smile broke out on his lips. While the dwarf looked rather a fool, Yandy hoped that he wouldn't be betrayed. Again.
The spectral hand pulled and plucked at the binds, slowly loosening them enough for the dwarf to free his hands. The dwarf gratefully winked at Yandy and began untying his ankles.
With the spell still in effect, Yandy wondered what else he should do...
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Making note of the sliver of iron near the dwarf, Xan decides that it's probably not worth the effort or the filth. Seeing that the elf appears to have conjured a magical hand to set the dwarf free, Xan elects to make meaningful eye contact with the elf and make a small gesture with her hands. She hopes that he will understand the unspoken request. Failing that, she prepares to begin to struggle free of her bindings once again.
If Yandy doesn't use mage hand to set her free, Xan will roll dexterity to try to escape again (9)
Uzig pockets the ropes used to bind himself and the elf. He then kneels down and whispers quietly to his liberator.
“There you are, fine sir. Many thanks for facilitating my release. Apologies for my sorry state, but I would remind you I had little chance to use the facilities. It appears we are in the store room of a modest tavern. The door over there is open and I can hear conversation. Judging by our circumstances it might be best not to introduce ourselves.”
Uzig then quietly moves over to the other captives and begins working on freeing them as well.
"Sorry for the delay. It seems we are in the same boat my friends."
Seeing a fellow elf, even a woodlander, makes Yandy's situation that much more bearable. Freed from his bonds, he obligingly uses mage hand to untie Xan's ropes while quietly flexing the blood back into his aching limbs. Whatever got him into this mess might be right through that door. Better to have numbers on our side.
Freed from her bonds, Xan gives an appreciative bow to the Elven magic user and quickly performs the stretches that have been a part of her life since her childhood. With her equilibrium restored, she begins to contemplate her next move.
"Oh, a she-elf!" Uzig quietly exclaims after getting a better looking at his fellow captives. His eyes linger on the stretching elf, then focus briefly on the human.
Kaeros had already managed to break free of his bonds by the time Uzig had come to his aid, but he took the sentiment to heart, his demeanor visibly softening. He cleared his throat, hugged a knee to his chest, and scanned the room calmly, finally able to process the situation with an undistracted mind.
"So.. Uh.. Does anyone remember what happened last night?" He glanced at the ajar door, and then to each of his `companions', one at a time.
He leaned forward toward the elf, Xan. She was closest to the door, and for some reason, he felt her the least likely to blow it. Maybe it was the fact she was the only one not dripping in vomit that lent her an air of reliability.
"Don't suppose you'd, uh, want to take a peek into that room and tell us what's going on in there?"
The slow, dull background noise quickly becomes a panicked din. There's some sort of disturbance in the other room. You hear yelling, some items break and what could only be the sound of a body being pummeled by something hard as iron.
Suddenly, what could only be perceived as a rather large sack of potatoes suddenly crashing through the door, breaking part of the frame and taking the door along with it.
Barely missing the players near the door, the sack lands with a sickening thud. A low, painful groan gurgled from the sack. This was no large sack of potatoes.
While trying to take in and make sense of the situation, a huge, burly man with rippling muscles and a well-kept beard bursts through what is left of the door. He sees you and his demeanor darkens. He slowly chews some strange brown leaf and then spits on the floor.
"What matter of idiocy is this?" he curses in a deep, hoarse voice (imagine thick slavic accent). "First you get drunk in my bar, of which," he levels a thick, gnarled finger in your direction, "you did not pay, and then, you start skirmish and break furniture, mugs, bones. And if that wasn't enough, you have gambling debt, which your equipment barely pays off interest."
His face is twisted in fury. "And now you sleep in my tavern without paying and make mess. Oh, you sorry sacks of dung, you will pay."
佐賀 nerds, Hopefully we can get a campaign or two out of this!
Character builds:
The Secret of Telás: Chapter One
You wake up with a severe headache, one that any and every noise sends ripples of agony coursing down from your head to your neck and back up.
Nausea and blurriness plague you as you struggle to lift yourself from the floor where a pool of vomit (perhaps your own, perhaps your neighbor) has congealed and sticks to your face, neck and chest. It reeks of something awful and there are bits of half-chewed food stuck to your person.
You try to stand, but have great difficulty in doing so, feeling biting pain in both arms and legs. As you look around, you realize your hands and feet are tightly bound by thick hemp ropes.
After a few more moments, you are awake and cognizant enough to observe your surroundings. Sunlight streaks down from some open windows and cracks in the wall leading you to believe it is either morning or already afternoon. You are unsure.
The area is the back area of the tavern where you have no idea how you ended up there, nor how you started. You hear some muffled voices in another room and the general hubbub of cleaning.
Roll to investigate your surroundings.
Uzig, worrying that he had another blackout drunk incident and wound up in some kind of S&M session, checks to see if he pissed himself while investigating his surroundings
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As she awakes in these disconcerting circumstances, Xan attempts to center herself and remain calm. Noticing that she is tightly bound, she begins using her training to attempt to wriggle free of the ropes around her hands.
Xan uses her dexterity (7) to begin working the ropes off of her hands and feet .
Grimly deciding that the vomit is probably his, Yandy strugles to make sense of his surroundings. His hands are bound, but can a mage hand untie the ropes?
Yandy uses int 23 to try and assess the situation.
Kaeros awoke on his back on the floor, shoulders searing from the awkward position his bound wrists had put him in. Rolling onto his side, body facing the door, he began to work at the ropes with what little mobility he had.
Kaeros uses Dex 21 to try to free himself of his bonds.
Uzig, worrying that he had another blackout drunk incident and wound up in some kind of S&M session, checks to see if he pissed himself while investigating his surroundings
Uzig gingerly moves, his body aching from the strange contortion act the binds forced his body to be in. He had no recollection of any intimate advances or bed-games from last night, so the binds, while a nice touch, were a bit of a mystery. Still reeling from the hangover, he still was cognizant enough to realize that yes, he indeed soiled himself. Not an uncommon occurrence for him, but rather an annoying one. More money lost on laundry.
He took in the current landscape. This is the back area of the tavern where most of the immediate foodstuffs and drinks are held. The room is dimly lit and smells of aged alcohol from repeated spills over the years. And now, vomit also joins the fragrance.
The wooden floors are stained with food and drink. With his sharp dwarvish eyes, he could see a rat and maybe some bugs scurrying about. There are a few large wooden barrels towards one wall, all pretty much emptied from the night before. Who knows many he was responsible for. On the other wall are empty drink caskets stacked high to the ceiling, each tap either dry or slightly moist from the dregs. Near him, there are some broken bits of a casket, still moist and spilling its sweet, fragrant blood.
There are two doors on opposite ends and no windows. One of the doors is slightly cracked open and muffled voices are heard from the other room. The other door is closed.
There are a few other people bound and tied accompanying Uzig, no doubt random partners-in-crime from the wild festivities of the night before. There seems to be an elf-wench, a scrawny elf-wretch, and some rough looking human.
As she awakes in these disconcerting circumstances, Xan attempts to center herself and remain calm. Noticing that she is tightly bound, she begins using her training to attempt to wriggle free of the ropes around her hands.
Unfortunately, whoever tied these binds must have known about the harsh training monks go through and put extra care in the knots. Every movement caused the ropes to gnaw and bite deeper into her flesh, causing her great discomfort.
Xan did not comprehend how she got into this situation to begin with, as she tends to abstain from overindulging. Was she poisoned?
Grimly deciding that the vomit is probably his, Yandy strugles to make sense of his surroundings. His hands are bound, but can a mage hand untie the ropes?
Ignoring the pool of his own (and most certainly the reeking soiled dwarf's) vomit, he stilled his mind and began to gingerly move his hands. The binds were quite tight, but still had just enough give to do few very slight gestures, mostly with the fingers. Mage Hand might be be possible, although painful.
Kaeros awoke on his back on the floor, shoulders searing from the awkward position his bound wrists had put him in. Rolling onto his side, body facing the door, he began to work at the ropes with what little mobility he had.
The binds were very well done, each movement causing extreme pain. However, being a rugged wanderer, he had his fair share of being beaten and tied. A bitter smile crept on his face as he remembered a run-in with some foolish bandits. Needless to say, the wolves had a feast that night.
As he slowly, methodically began contorting his body against the raging pain, the knots every so slightly began to loosen. Just a bit more...
Xan resists the temptation to dwell on the how and why of her captivity and tries to keep her focus on finding a way out of her bindings.
Since her attempts to use her training to wriggle free had met only with failure, she began to peer around the room (perception: 8) for something sharp she could use to cut the bindings.
Just.. A little.. More. Kaeros scooted a few inches toward the caskets, contorting his body to such a way to push his bound wrists under the drip-drip-drip of leaking wine, maneuvering his hands to get them - - and the rope - - as wet as possible.
One more graceless flop back onto his chest, and he began again with a fresh attempt to release himself of his binds. "Where the hell are we? Who the hell are you people?" He spoke, his voice hoarse with liquor, his cheek flattened against the floor, half of a chicken wing on his forehead.
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Satisfied that the even fouler smelling than normal dwarf won't immediately turn on him, Yandy pushes the nausea and pain to the back of his mind and tries to focus. Straining to move an arm (dex 14) won't be painless, but he just might be able to use a mage hand on the knots binding the dwarf's arms...
Xan spots some broken pieces of wood near the reeking dwarf. He must have been tossed into them at some point. A sliver of iron jutted from one of the broken casket ribs. Could this be enough to cut the binds?
But to get there, she would have to worm her way towards the filth and reek of that dwarf...
The pool of wine had just enough to wet the rope and Kaeros' wrists. His shoulders and wrists contorted to their utmost limit...and popped. The pain was blinding and fierce, but a quick, deep breath brought his mind back from the realm of pain into lucidity.
The binds were loose enough to slip out one hand. It quickly worked on the other. With his hands freed, he began on his legs.
Whoever these people are, should he trust them? Or should he make a break for it?
Silently signaling to the filfthy dwarf to stop squirming, Yandy began the casting of Mage Hand. The spectral hand manifested itself like condensed fog, swirling until it achieved a sufficiently large enough size to pluck at binds effectively. The dwarf's eyes opened and a massive smile broke out on his lips. While the dwarf looked rather a fool, Yandy hoped that he wouldn't be betrayed. Again.
The spectral hand pulled and plucked at the binds, slowly loosening them enough for the dwarf to free his hands. The dwarf gratefully winked at Yandy and began untying his ankles.
With the spell still in effect, Yandy wondered what else he should do...
Making note of the sliver of iron near the dwarf, Xan decides that it's probably not worth the effort or the filth. Seeing that the elf appears to have conjured a magical hand to set the dwarf free, Xan elects to make meaningful eye contact with the elf and make a small gesture with her hands. She hopes that he will understand the unspoken request. Failing that, she prepares to begin to struggle free of her bindings once again.
If Yandy doesn't use mage hand to set her free, Xan will roll dexterity to try to escape again (9)
Uzig pockets the ropes used to bind himself and the elf. He then kneels down and whispers quietly to his liberator.
“There you are, fine sir. Many thanks for facilitating my release. Apologies for my sorry state, but I would remind you I had little chance to use the facilities. It appears we are in the store room of a modest tavern. The door over there is open and I can hear conversation. Judging by our circumstances it might be best not to introduce ourselves.”
Uzig then quietly moves over to the other captives and begins working on freeing them as well.
"Sorry for the delay. It seems we are in the same boat my friends."
Seeing a fellow elf, even a woodlander, makes Yandy's situation that much more bearable. Freed from his bonds, he obligingly uses mage hand to untie Xan's ropes while quietly flexing the blood back into his aching limbs. Whatever got him into this mess might be right through that door. Better to have numbers on our side.
(Yandy quietly lies in wait for the next turn)
Freed from her bonds, Xan gives an appreciative bow to the Elven magic user and quickly performs the stretches that have been a part of her life since her childhood. With her equilibrium restored, she begins to contemplate her next move.
"Oh, a she-elf!" Uzig quietly exclaims after getting a better looking at his fellow captives. His eyes linger on the stretching elf, then focus briefly on the human.
(Uzig waits for events to progress)
Kaeros had already managed to break free of his bonds by the time Uzig had come to his aid, but he took the sentiment to heart, his demeanor visibly softening. He cleared his throat, hugged a knee to his chest, and scanned the room calmly, finally able to process the situation with an undistracted mind.
"So.. Uh.. Does anyone remember what happened last night?" He glanced at the ajar door, and then to each of his `companions', one at a time.
He leaned forward toward the elf, Xan. She was closest to the door, and for some reason, he felt her the least likely to blow it. Maybe it was the fact she was the only one not dripping in vomit that lent her an air of reliability.
"Don't suppose you'd, uh, want to take a peek into that room and tell us what's going on in there?"
(Kaeros waits for any responses)
The slow, dull background noise quickly becomes a panicked din. There's some sort of disturbance in the other room. You hear yelling, some items break and what could only be the sound of a body being pummeled by something hard as iron.
Suddenly, what could only be perceived as a rather large sack of potatoes suddenly crashing through the door, breaking part of the frame and taking the door along with it.
Barely missing the players near the door, the sack lands with a sickening thud. A low, painful groan gurgled from the sack. This was no large sack of potatoes.
While trying to take in and make sense of the situation, a huge, burly man with rippling muscles and a well-kept beard bursts through what is left of the door. He sees you and his demeanor darkens. He slowly chews some strange brown leaf and then spits on the floor.
"What matter of idiocy is this?" he curses in a deep, hoarse voice (imagine thick slavic accent). "First you get drunk in my bar, of which," he levels a thick, gnarled finger in your direction, "you did not pay, and then, you start skirmish and break furniture, mugs, bones. And if that wasn't enough, you have gambling debt, which your equipment barely pays off interest."
His face is twisted in fury. "And now you sleep in my tavern without paying and make mess. Oh, you sorry sacks of dung, you will pay."
Roll initiative.
Initiative: 3
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