Chapter 1: The Prophesy

Jul 22, 2019 4:45 pm
You've been sentenced to prison. Perhaps you're guilty, perhaps not. All that matters is you are here now. If you're a magic user, a collar has been placed around your neck, preventing your powers from being used. Your stuff had been taken, all that you have now is a simple tunic and a pair of pants: no shoes, no armor, and no weapons. You are escorted to a single cell, the bars three inches apart. There are no windows.

The first three months come and go. You are weak, 2 sparse meals a day in your cell does little for your strength. You notice the guards, primarily half orcs and orcs patrolling the halls. Occasionally you hear the cries of other prisoners.

After 3 months, things begin changing. The cries from prisoners become fewer, meals scarcer, and the guards are now drow and duergar. You are each taken to a room one day, manacled to a metal table. a female drow comes in followed by a figure in a hood that you can't make out. The drow looks at you, then to the hooded figure. You are then returned to your cell. The whole exchange lasts less than a minute.

One day, a few days later, you hear commotion in the halls. Suddenly, everything goes eerily dark. You can't even see your hands in front of your face. Within a minute, the darkness disappears. Your cells are open, your magic inhibiting collars removed and each of you has a few items laying on your bed.

Darastrix- on your bed lies a necklace of holly and a scimitar.

Corelief - Studded leather armor and a dagger

Baenroth - your spellbook and an orb

Lilcyra - a light crossbow with 20 bolts and crystal

As you exit your cells, you see the halls strewn with dead guards and each other, exiting the cells.

What do you do?
Jul 22, 2019 5:50 pm
Putting the necklace on and giving a brief prayer to the old gods. He lifts the scimitar and leaves his cell.

"At lassst fressssh meet."
Bends down to inspect the fallen guards.
Jul 22, 2019 6:02 pm
It seems as though something very sharp has just destroyed the guard, putting several gold piece size holes through the armor of each of them. The armor looks unusable.
Jul 22, 2019 6:06 pm
Ooc: does it look like a spear or javelin wound ?
Trying to stick with what he knows. Are they mostly drow ?
Jul 22, 2019 6:07 pm
OOC:
Roll investigation to see if you can figure out the holes. Mostly drow, a few Duergar.
Jul 22, 2019 6:14 pm
Rolling

Rolls

Investigation - (1d20-1)

(17) - 1 = 16

Jul 22, 2019 6:18 pm
Corelief rush over and quickly dons his now studded leather and briefly inspects the dagger to be sure is in decent shape. He looks over his other apparent prisoners with a critical eye.

He says Someone meant for us to run. I'm not going to disappoint them. He doesn't have to think about this much after the many months of captivity. He leads the way down the hall. He only pauses a moment to scan the many guard bodies is for a better weapon than the given dagger.
Jul 22, 2019 6:26 pm
Looking at the holes, they’re not from and javelin or spear you’ve seen, in fact the shape would suggest a dagger, but you’ve never seen a dagger do this much damage.

As you scan the bodies, weapons seem to be lacking. Now that you think of it, the only guards you ever saw with weapons were the ones that escorted you to the other room.
Jul 22, 2019 6:31 pm
Corelief isn't surprised that they don't have weapons. He was just with hope they might. Who knows if he will have trouble leaving this palace. He doesn't consider why. He also isn't so concerned if other follow immediately or later behind him. He appears to have one thought right now. Although a feast table laid with food could possibly distract him. He is well past being hungry. He even feels better getting up and moving just down the hall. His cramped cell has been a nightmare. Shower would be nice too.
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Jul 22, 2019 6:34 pm
There is a door to the east and the west. The bodies would suggest someone killed everyone moving toward the east door.
Jul 22, 2019 6:54 pm
Darastrix cuts some jerky.

Then rises, "Strange weapon did thisss." he looks to the others, "The season has changed for us. Like the wind we should blow."

He then follows the other.
Jul 22, 2019 7:01 pm
Corelief would go west as he isn't interested in where they are going or doing. He figures the way they came is probably the way out. He doesn't think they are busting out but busting in.


If we are fortunate they have cleared all the way to leave this place. Let Besra bless us.
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Jul 22, 2019 7:49 pm
Without a collar for the first time in months Lilcyra feels like she can finally breath. Grabbing the orb she already begins to feel the familiar presence of Oblivion; right now it's a welcome feeling. She loads the crossbow and prepares herself mentally for what may be in store.

Listening to the chatter from the hallway she decides the two aren't a threat to her, and makes her presence known, treading quietly into the body strewn hallway.
Jul 22, 2019 7:54 pm
"Alliance ? Mutual benefit working as a tribe."
Jul 22, 2019 9:45 pm
Despite the lesser condition of Corelief as it has been lately, Corelief lets a brief chuckle loose, Yeah. Would make chances of us leaving this place a possibility. He holds up his dagger. Not like this is going aid me an awful lot. He paused a moment before continuing westward.
Jul 23, 2019 4:38 am
"Very well." With no real knowledge of their situation Lilcyra follows after the two, her expression neutral.
Jul 23, 2019 12:13 pm
Darastrix looks to the other prisoners now escaped, "You should come as well."

He then fetches the collar from his cell, "The roots that bound us, may bind others." He says with what might sound like contempt. He then heads West.
Jul 23, 2019 12:36 pm
OOC:
Just waiting to see if JabBur will be joining us.
Jul 23, 2019 1:53 pm
Baenroth awakes to find his spellbook and an orb. After months in prison he is wondering if he has begun to hallucinate. He picks up the book and looks through it. It is indeed his. He remembers scribing each spell during hours of study. He holds his hand out over the the orb, cautious, wondering if it is some sort of trick or trap. But he decides to risk it. He grasps it and can feel it drawing his attention, focusing his mind when he lets it. "A focus," he mutters. He looks out the open cell door and steps through, scarcely believing the opportunity. He sees the others down the hall, conversing. His elven ears pick out what they are saying, and he walks over to them as quickly as his stiff legs allow. "Hail! You seek to escape? Please, allow me to join you!" he calls as he approaches.
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Jul 23, 2019 2:17 pm
You approach the west door, stepping over bodies along the way. The door is a solid wood and seems intact.
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