Part 1: Prisoners of the Drow

Hoping to cause the guards to become overconfident and enter the room, Ardulaer screamed and fell to the floor, feigning an incapacitating feminine fear.

Feckin' hell, I messed up!

The drow's bolt punctured his side, the pain split all the way up and through his arms though. He wasn't expecting anything else, just too the risk to make a move to get out of this imprisonment. The bard dropped to one knee.

"Agh, I'll bleed out... I don't want to die!"

Janko started the let his body curl to the pain, to really feel what he was trying to cell. He looked up at the vuards, eyes watering.

"I'm an idiot for trying to trick you... "

Barben coughs up some blood into his already bloodied hand, letting some smear across his face.

"... Forgive men, guards. You are more superior than I wanted to believe."

The bard look over at the fainted woman and let his body collapse beside her, exaggerating his choppy breaths.

Ardulaer's eyes widened in horror, still playing the part for all she was worth,

"Not the spiders!" she gasped.

Still on her heels and elbows she backed away from the gate, letting these males think they had all of the power.

"Oh I don't think you're bolt's strong enough to tear through my friend here." Wil hides behind the quaggoth and says in elvish,"Please forgive me for this. I think it's the only way we can get out of here."

Seeing the Drow take aim at Wil and following his earlier failed attempt to distract their attention from then Braegar acts quickly, he looks towards the Orc sitting nearby and whispers in orcish

We can help you get out of here, if you give me a hand and follow my lead?

Without waiting for a response he shouts in common

Who you calling lizard spawn, you over grown goblin! I'm gonna break off your tusks and use them as toothpicks!

I hope this gets them in here. This is going to hurt.... a lot!