Raider's Camp

There is one more, probably the one we are looking for. He is being tortured at the far end of the camp.

He looks around.

Maybe we can set a couple of things on fire and get him out in the commotion?

"Let's get back in there and see what we can do!"

Ok, let's make out way to end of the camp he says in agreement readying his weapon

"Hey, hey. Play it cool, remember? We'll make our move when it's time."

Linston tells the prisoner which way to go and tells them to hide and watch if they hear people behind them as it may be or it may not.

"I’ll send Zsa ahead to see if she can help locate this prisoner."

Please, scout around the far end of the camp if you would and let us know if you find a prisoner that appears to have been tortured. Just stay away from the cat eaters!!

I'm pretty sure they'll notice that we armed Grim says while looking at the whip and sword on his sides. I suppose if we go in one by one it might be ok he shrugs

looking around the camp, it seems everyone is armed. Amid the cultists are large groups of mercenaries and bandits, obviously hired for the raids. The only unarmed people you've seen are the prisoners.

It's pretty clear that most of the people in this camp are strangers to each other. And while they seem to be organizing both the camp and the defences for the night, this post raid return time is chaotic and no one seems to know (or care) what anyone else is doing.

Grim scans the crowds carefully, he doesn't recognize any from the raids last night. But that means they won't recognize him either.

Seemingly being able to wander about freely, Clarice will move slowly towards the far end of the camp, keeping her eyes open for the man being tortured. She'll also look for her familiar and when she's close enough tell Zsa to leave the camp as soon as she gets a chance, as things may get dangerous fairly quick.

Zsa is doing what cats do....

strutting around like she owns the place. It seems to be working. A small band of kobolds catch sight of their next meal, but Zsa is way ahead of them, she slips into a tent, out the other side and disappears into the crowd.

Grim realizing that he won't be recognized here makes his way through the camp to where the prisoner should be located. He tries to blend in as much as possible without drawing attention to himself.

as Grim moves through the camp, his keen eye notices a few things....the camp seems to have been here for a couple of months, no more.

there are lots of Kobolds here, how can you have a dragon cult without them? But they don't seem to be liked, or trusted by the other races

there is a cave mouth in the furthest western edge of the camp. It's roped off and well guarded.

as the group cautiously, but casually, saunters towards the 'back' of the camp, to the west. A few cultists raise salutes to you. Five fingers outstretched on a raised arm, as they bark "praise Tiamat's glory!"

While some of the cultists appear to be hardened veterans, most are young, and look desperate to make a good impression.

Moving to the "back" of the encampment, it is quickly impossible to miss the elfin monk, tied to the stake. He has been severely beaten, and denied food and water. But he is alive.

At the moment, no one is "attending" to him. But it certainly doesn't look like they're done with him yet.

Trying to maintain the look of someone that belongs, Clarice will lazily respond to any salute to her with one of her own. Mumbling the response as if it's something she says thousands of times a day.

"There he is" she says softly to the others as the monk comes into view.

"Can any of you tell how securely he's been tied to that thing?

he is in binds at his wrists ankles and waist. they are a jute type rope, so easily cut or burned, but also quite thick and not easily broken.

DC=1d10+10

Linston looks around to see the shortest and/or most hidden route out of here when we cut him down.

Before we cut him down, I am going to heal him. I will pretend I am taunting him.

there is no one really paying attention to you or the monk at the moment. But Linston can see no hidden or short route out. The monk is staked about as far from the entrance to the camp as possible.

"While you're healing, I'll make a pass behind and cut the ropes holding his ankle. Someone taller will have to cut the others."

Clarice looks back towards the other end of the camp.

"There was talk of a distraction of some type. Might be useful once we free him. Any ideas?"

intersting....

I'd like a performance roll from Linston and a sleight of hand roll from Clarice. No one's really looking, so DC10 sounds right.