Nov 16, 2022 2:54 pm
The sounds of waves and the smell of salty air peels you away from the torpor of sleep. Fighting a headache and a stiff back, you open your eyes just wide enough to realize you’ve been chained to a pole deep in hull of the sailing ship The Star of Nostro.
Your last memory was sharing a goodbye dinner your neighbors, the ship’s captain Kristene de Keradel, her consort Stone Dahut, and the ship’s crew. You were all celebrating your last night on your island home before departing to seek a better life working in the copper mines of Lys, where the promise of wealth and opportunity awaited. The crew even tattooed several of you during the celebrations.
After your eyes adjust to the dark, you realize you are bound to a wooden pole with 2 others—three-to-a-pole—by a rusty chain shackled on your wrist.
To add to your misery is the gagging odor of rot and dank earth. The source of the earthy smell is not obvious, but it’s easy to spot what reeks of decay: over half of the passengers—aspirational miners like yourself and similarly shackled—are starting to burst from the bloat of death.
Suddenly, someone shrieks out in terror. Turning towards the noise, you see one of your shackled neighbors struggling against a small black dragon! With a quick snap of its jaws, the dragon completely severs the man’s hand, ending his mining career in a single bite. As you struggle against your chain, several more of the vicious creatures approach.
Your last memory was sharing a goodbye dinner your neighbors, the ship’s captain Kristene de Keradel, her consort Stone Dahut, and the ship’s crew. You were all celebrating your last night on your island home before departing to seek a better life working in the copper mines of Lys, where the promise of wealth and opportunity awaited. The crew even tattooed several of you during the celebrations.
After your eyes adjust to the dark, you realize you are bound to a wooden pole with 2 others—three-to-a-pole—by a rusty chain shackled on your wrist.
To add to your misery is the gagging odor of rot and dank earth. The source of the earthy smell is not obvious, but it’s easy to spot what reeks of decay: over half of the passengers—aspirational miners like yourself and similarly shackled—are starting to burst from the bloat of death.
Suddenly, someone shrieks out in terror. Turning towards the noise, you see one of your shackled neighbors struggling against a small black dragon! With a quick snap of its jaws, the dragon completely severs the man’s hand, ending his mining career in a single bite. As you struggle against your chain, several more of the vicious creatures approach.
OOC:
Escaping out of the chains requires either a DC 12 Strength or Agility check, or you can spend two rounds attacking the chains. May the dice gods bless you!
