DM Mitch Saturday December 21st, 2019 5:22:41 PM
It's another hot day in the Izen. The nomadic Orc tribe is spread out over a long line as they trudge along. The leaders of the tribe are in the lead, the few orcs important enough to own wagons, mounts, and personal slaves. Behind them trail the rest, orcs trudging along under the hot sun, bickering and fighting but above all continuing to move. Taking up the rear, under heavy guard, are the majority of the slaves. The strongest and healthiest mix in with the eclectic mix of stolen pack beasts carrying all of the orcs belongings. The rest plod along as best they can. Wolf riders patrol the entire line, on the lookout for enemies or any slaves foolish enough to try to flee, and among the slaves walk the drivers, cruel orcs with whips who beat and terrify the slaves into continued movement.
It's the afternoon and the tribe has already had their meal break of the day. Nothing to look forward to but another five hours of hard walking. Myre, with no useful skills but fine looks, is one of the personal slaves of the orcish leaders. A smattering of powerful warriors, they ride on their wagons and mounts while a half dozen slaves are made to serve their every whim. None of them would deign to punish a lowly slave themselves so a single slave-driver eyes them all, insuring they do as their told and don't trip and spill the wine they pillaged from a recent raid as it's served to the leaders.
Lothlo, being a craftsman, one of weapons even, is one of the other few slaves honored with the right to ride amongst their captors, in his case amongsts the craftswomen. Responsible for all of the non-warrior things that keep the tribe running, the females of the tribe form a clump at the heart of the march and are thus the most protected group. Those slaves with highly useful crafts are allowed to walk with them; though the women only engage with them to try to learn the skills they know on their own. So while spared the whip the walk is a long dissertation to various women about how to make the perfect bow string or treat the wood staves to make them flexible. Some of the women are perfectly nice, respectful and eager to learn, others either haughty or resentful of his skill. Some like to beat him just because they can, usually the ones who have failed to learn any craft well enough to earn the respect of anyone else. Any reprisal on his or any other slaves part is heavily punished and usually ends with the slave being tied to a baggage carrier unconscious for the rest of the day.
Naithi is a respected gladiator. Termed "The Murder Muppet" by the orcs, they find it hilarious when the tiny creature defeats orcs or other slaves twice her size in a fight. This respect also means she's one of the lucky half dozen in heavy, crude manacles with a dozen guards eyeing their every move. Talking is allowed amongst these prisoners, but whispering, speaking in anything but common or orcish, or any other thing that might indicate secret plots between them is immediately met with the whip and separation. A few non-warrior prisoners and non guards tend to hang back here, talking about and to the gladiators, mostly about that epic fight between Garsh and that elven fellow last night or other past battles. Upcoming fights are advertised and people show up to look at the combatants and gamble on the winner.
Finally Kai is part of the baggage wagon. The strong Centaur is among several dozen burly taurs, humans, and dwarves deemed strong enough to carry heavy loads. This usually means they're carrying everything and the kitchen sink, usually overloaded, and any complaints about how heavy their loads are get met with curses and kicks. Kai has about two hundred and fifty pounds of eclectic junk tied to his horse half or carried over a shoulder. Everything from food to spare weapons to folded up tents. The load is fairly well balanced thanks to the help of his friend Codrus, a minotaur who's been an enslaved baggage handler even longer than him.
Kai Silverhide (RobC) -- AC 15/14/13 -- CMD 20 (24vsTrip,30vsGrap) -- HP 14/14 Saturday December 21st, 2019 7:33:00 PM
2 months. 2. Long. Months. That's how long Kai had been pulling this stupid wagon. The sweat rolls down his back as the forced march continues.
"Thankyou Domi for teaching me this lesson. I promise I will never drink again" he mutters in common towards the clouds. There is a pause as he considers what he has just said. "Well, not so much 'never' as I mean not to excess anyway. And not so much as a 'promise' as that I will try not to drink that much again. You know what I mean"
The 450lbs he drags along isn't too bad, and it does give him a close up look at some of the equipment that might help an escape at a later date. Those weapons would be very useful. Tents? Not so much.
Kai tries to do a headcount of the slaves at the moment. Way too many to be able to fit on this cart. "Hmm... need to find some other way to bust them out"
He catches Codrus's eye and smiles way more than a slave should. "At least the sun is out"
Naithi (JamesD) AC:16/15/14 HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 d20+4=5 ; d20+4=6 ; d20+4=5 ; d20+4=20 ; d20+4=13 ; d20+4=18 ; Saturday December 21st, 2019 8:57:32 PM
The young women steps out into the makeshift fighting ring. Her protracted facial features and ursine ears mark her as one of the beastfolk, though with her delicate features hint of distant fairie somewhere in her bloodline. The other thing obvious about her appearance is that she is a captive of many months.
What was once a shirt is now a dirty, tattered mess of fibers and fabric, only barely able to hang from her shoulders like a discarded old towel. Insects or rodents have chewed hundreds of small holes in it, leaving much of her exposed to the elements.
Her pants are a mess as well. Wear and tear has turned what were once small tears into big gaping holes. She doesn't even have on shoes to protect her feet.
She wears a small scarf around her neck and has it wrapped around her face in a way that covers the chin. It too is full of holes, but still holding together.
Something about the way she steps into the ring is graceful. She stands and walks in a balletic style, toe before heel, going from side to side. It seem as though she is floating with every step with her hands flexed by her sides as if flying over a city.
Absentmindedly she moves her wrist in circles as if trying to return the circulation to them. She squints at the guards mumbles (message spell) "You said if I prove myself in these matches I could have my armlets back. They are the mark of the Drochil clan. "
She waits for them to give her an iron wand and prepares to battle, wizard vs orc. Doing a pirouette she extends am arm out scratches a circle in the ground while enchanting magic circle again evil in a song song voice.
As the orc charges and attempts to cross the line she flicks her wand three times. Charm Person, Cause Fear, Ray of Sickness. She hears the others laugh as the orc comes under the fire of a barrage of spells.
The orc's resistance manages to overcome her spells and he swings his axe down around his knees trying to hit her. She dances around his feet and taps him with her wand three more times. Inflict wounds, reshape bone, create blood.
Each spell lands with a touch attack and the orc drops to the ground. The crowd erupts with cheers of "Murder Muppet, Murder Muppet!" as she wipes the blood off wand. She closes her eyes and yells darkness before her captors take it back, but she is surrounded and in no time they find her, retrieve the want and place it in a scabbard.
That is Naithi's day. Day after day. When not marching in line.
JeffO (Character TBD) d20=20 ; Sunday December 22nd, 2019 11:47:11 AM
Quick check to see that I can post here. I really should get to work on this character...
Lothlo Windwood (WillD) -- AC:18/14/14 HP: 12/12 , CMD = 17 Sunday December 22nd, 2019 1:10:40 PM
The tired and worn out archer trudges on. His wounds are now mostly healed, though it will be a few more weeks before the last of the bruises have faded. Well, the wounds from his capture at least, but he seems to pick up a few new ones each day. Somehow these orcs have found way to add to the horrors of a forced march... combine it with an endless dissertation of your knowledge, where your masters beat you if your answers are anything less than what the want.
If you already have a string for your bow, and you are preparing a spare, the best course of action would be to untwist the string and measure its length. Otherwise you should start by determining the length of your bow.
For a recurve bow your string length should be about 3.5" shorter than your bow length. Hence, if you are using a 68" bow, your string length should be about 64.5".
As their march continues, the archer makes note of where his friends are being held.
Hilia and Tianna in front, the orcs see them as entertainers that are as easy on the eyes as they are the ears. I can usually catch glimpses of their red hair around where that girl with the white hair is.
An orc thrusts her bow towards him asking if 3.0 inches is enough for this model.
No, that's a compound bow, it's going to be much more complicated to calculate. For compound bow strings and cables you can still measure from existing ones that you wish to replace or check the crafters specifications, these are usually indicated on face of the lower limb near the riser. By the way, I would also advise you to add about 1/4'' to the determined string or cable length in order to allow for some twisting.
He glances behind him to find Coco.
My bow, always the other direction from my friends. Last time I saw it, it was still strapped to my trusty mule Coco. Should also be a few slings tucked in his pack, good for practicing trick shots without wasting money on expensive arrows. I think I've seen a chestnut colored centaur by him a few times. Much easier to track the centaur being so much taller than my mule.
Cheers for someone called the Murder Muppet rise up from the back of the train again. He has heard talk about her, crazed little thing. Supposedly a barbarian that thinks she is a wizard, shouting nonsense spells while attacking with a sword she thinks is a want made of iron. They promise to give her armlets back if she fights for their entertainment, but never actually return them to her. They would likely be with the rest of the equipment, back by Coco and that centaur, but how could he find them?
DM Mitch Monday December 23rd, 2019 10:44:45 AM Kai mutters to himself about drinking and the weather. Naithi remembers one of her recent matches. Lothlo answers questions about making bows.
Kai hears Codru rumble his agreement. ”As hot as the sun is it’s better than the storms last week. We’re lucky neither of us got ill.” The Minotaur has a heavy load himself, though a little less than Kai’s, and he plods along amiably beside him. Indeed, the previous week it had rained hard several times. Only about half of the orcs even owned tents, those with useful skills or are deemed skilled warriors, and none of the slaves are allowed one. It had been a wet, miserable couple of days. This day the sun is high overhead without a cloud in sight, but a stiff wind is going, keeping the worst of the heat from bothering them. Sunburn is a risk, but the orcs know to keep everyone hydrated; all their slaves dying from heat exhaustion is a terrible waste of resources.
Naithi’s thoughts are interrupted by an orc stopping her to leer at her. He pokes a finger at her to open her mouth and look at her teeth, ”This is one you say I should bet on? It’s tiny! I don’t see how dangerous it could be.” Another orc shoves her from behind to get her moving again. The one staring at her also resumes moving along with his companion. ”I’m telling you, she’s ferocious! Like a cornered badger. She’s beaten a dozen others and during the celebration they’re giving her that weapon she’s always asking about and putting her against Durgeth. To the death this time! Everyone expects her to lose, but I think we’ll make a bundle if we bet on her and I’m sure she’ll win it.” The first orc grunts doubtfully, ”I heard she’s insane, thinks she’s some sort of mage.” ”Yeah, but it just makes her unpredictable. I think it’s just a trick myself; she’s won several fights just cause her opponents were too confused to fight back.” He still seems doubtful but they both end up placing large bets on her. The one that’s her fan slips the guard a few coins as well; ”Make sure she’s well fed tonight, I want her full of energy tomorrow!” (Fights are normally until someone can’t fight anymore and intentionally killing blows are frowned on. Lots of people still die, but the orcs dislike the wasted resources - it’s hard to replace good gladiators or warriors)
Lothlo’s attempt to track things are interrupted by the approach of an older orc he knows well, though not by name. Lacking the skill to make much of anything useful she isn’t respected much by the others and seems to delight in taking her frustrations out on the slaves. True to form she stamps up to him and glares at the orc who asked him that last question until she takes the hint and leaves, then spends a good half an hour demanding answers to questions on how to make everything that’s not a bow. How do you smelt a metal dagger with the wooden hilt attached? How hot should the fire be to smelt iron? What kind of wood makes the best quarterstaff? Every question is asked loudly and comes with a sharp poke. Refusal or ignorance gets him a smack upside the head. Answers she doesn’t like get a sharp rap on the shoulder and clarification questions that are often nonsense. At least a third of her questions are utter nonsense; telling her that gets an even sharper blow. She’s broken more than a few people’s noses for that. Sometimes questions are repeated, showing she really doesn't care about the answers she just likes tormenting people. She stops short of anything that’ll leave a lasting impression most of the time though, she doesn't want to get in trouble for hurting a valuable slave.
Myre (Carl) AC: 12/12/10 HP: 8/8 CMD: 13 Monday December 23rd, 2019 12:08:50 PM
The band of slavers makes its way through the Izen. Ahead of the procession is a young half-drow girl in a simple black dress. Half her head is shaved, the other half of her long, white hair is braided into a small circlet around her forehead. From a distance her eyes appear to be solid white. Getting closer, turns out they're just a very light gray. She has dozens of tiny white freckles that stand out against her dusky grey skin. She's very pretty, but there's an air about her that makes people uneasy. There's no obvious reason why that is.
She smiles as the slaves approach. She rocks back on her heels in excitement, keeping her hands in front of herself where they can be seen at all time. "Hello!" she starts. "I would very much like to be enslaved, please."
DM Mitch Monday December 23rd, 2019 12:50:39 PM
The slavers look at each other. It’s a small but tough looking group, the type that makes a living selling slaves to local tribes. The thing is no one asks to be enslaved. And in a world where sorcerers can slaughter Hundreds of people, immortal powers walk the earth, and gods occasionally decide to do very strange things For who knows what reason, a lone innocent looking girl hundreds of miles from anywhere asking to be enslaved does not fill one with confidence.
All of this flies through the head slavers mind for a long 10 seconds as he stares at Myre. With a shout of command the lead slaver turns his horse around and runs away. The other slavers looked confused, but they grab as many slaves as they can, pull them onto the back of their horses, and follow their leader.
Myre (Carl) AC: 12/12/10 HP: 8/8 CMD: 13 d20+10=15 ; Monday December 23rd, 2019 3:18:38 PM "Hey!" shouts Myre. "If you're THAT scared of a little girl, maybe you should think twice about not doing what I ask. That could go very poorly for the lot of you."
She pauses just for a moment.
"Now, come back please, and enslave me. I promise I'll be an excellent slave. Top coin for the lot of you savages."
Intimidate: 15
Lothlo Windwood (WillD) -- AC:18/14/14 HP: 12/12 , CMD = 17 d20=6 ; Monday December 23rd, 2019 5:00:25 PM
Lothlo tries to figure out if it is even possible to give an answer to the first question that won't result in a good smack to the head, but knowing this particular orc it is unlikely. Probably best just to answer the questions a best he can and avoid making any upcoming responses worse than they need to be.
How do you smelt a metal dagger with the wooden hilt attached? If you like the wood hilt I would remove that first and keep it for another blade you like, then smelt the metal blade. If it's an old blade and the hilt is worthless I'd toss it in the fire and burn off the wood before smelting. No reason to waste your valuable time on something not worth saving. To smelt it you need the fire to be about twice as hot as a normal wood fire. And the best type of wood for a quarterstaff depends on your fighting style, for a mighty orc I would suggest ironwood, though bows are where my specialty lies.
diplomacy = 6
DM Mitch Tuesday December 24th, 2019 8:17:00 AM Myre makes a very good attempt at intimidation but the slavers were so fast they're either out of hearing range or just can't hear her over the thunder of the horses. An older man, clearly a slave, is left behind and he stands there looking bewildered and terrified. "Um.... you are now my slave? ... please don't eat me."
Lothlo does ok at dealing with the orc. Not great, but ok. By the end of the half hour he's got the start of a few small bruises and his shoulder is sore from all the poking but he's fared far worse in the past. Fortunately another orc comes to his rescue, approaching with a bow under her arms. She doesn't even have to say anything; as soon as the older orc sees her coming she grunts in disappointment and moves on to harass someone else. Lothlo is also familiar with the newcomer, a young, bright, and eager student of several crafts named Iggec she's been soaking up his teachings like a sponge and even taught him some interesting tricks orc bowmakers use.
She presents the bow to him proudly, a project she'd been working on the last several days and consulted him about a few times. "What do you think? I think it's be my best yet!" she says with all the pride and eagerness of youth.
Myre (Carl) AC: 12/12/10 HP: 8/8 CMD: 13 Tuesday December 24th, 2019 2:10:03 PM
Myre smiles and walks up to the man, her hands empty.
"Thank you, old man. I promise not to eat you today. Now, let's go catch up to those orcs...if you wish, that is.
"Where'd they go anyway? There were quite a few of them. They couldn't have ALL gone away, right?" She shrugs and offers the man her elbow before walking after them. She briefly dwells on how proud mom would be that she made an entire band of orc slavers run away like that.
Kai Silverhide (RobC) -- AC 15/14/13 -- CMD 20 (24vsTrip,30vsGrap) -- HP 14/14 Thursday December 26th, 2019 1:10:11 AM
Kai just nods to Codrus. The weather had been very unpredictable.
He looks about to see how closely they are being watched and then moves in a little closer to the minotaur "Seen any other ways we can break these prisoners free yet?"
There have been opportunities for the pair to slip free on their own, but that would leave all the other slaves here at the mercy of the orcs. That's not something Kai could live with.
Lothlo Windwood (WillD) -- AC:18/14/14 HP: 12/12 , CMD = 17 Thursday December 26th, 2019 11:09:55 AM
Lothlo picks up the bow and examines it, very grateful to have been rescued from another roughing up. The bow is of good quality, a little more heft to it than he would like but the weight is probably preferred by the orcs. The bow string has been carefully looped on with just enough length to give the proper tautness. The bow also has a carefully carved grip, again slightly larger than would be preferable for a human but perfect for her clan.
You are mastering your craft quickly. Is see you like to add a little extra heft to the bows, we'll work on a composite longbow next. The ratios and balance are a little more complicated, but they will allow you to transfer the extra strength of yours to the arrows you are shooting.
Lothlo hopes that he can find a way out of his chains before she masters this new bow, an accurate bow is dangerous enough without the added orc strength behind the projectiles. Still, at least she isn't quite up to creating masterwork weapons yet.
DM Mitch Friday December 27th, 2019 8:16:41 AM Myre offers an arm to the old man and starts walking. The slavers went wherever they were going very fast but left a clear trail. Nothing much to do except walk. And walk. And walk some more. For several hours, in the scorching hot sun, with a timid old man who doesn’t say much. If Myre didn’t bring enough food and water she’s going to dehydrate quickly and have to make a survival check to find some.
Eventually the old man works up the nerve to ask a question. ”uh…. Mam. You want to be enslaved but I don’t suppose you could send me home to New Elenna first?”
Kai asks a question. Codrus shakes his head. ”The best we can hope for is escape ourselves to bring help back. There’s too many of us scattered across too much of the line for a mass escape to work.” Indeed, there are over 100 slaves and over 200 orcs.
Lothlo is grateful for the rescue and mentions composite longbows. Iggec beams at his comments and starts chattering away about orcish bow preferences before conversationally wandering off to talk about how her best friend annoyed her because she gifted Thog a lovely bracelet and she likes Thog to and he isn’t an archer so how can she compete with her jewelry making friend and impress him and on and on about other teenager things. It’s hard to tell if she thinks Lothlo is actually interested or if she’s just a teenager focused on her own problems and needing to vent, but it does give him a respite from having to teach anyone for a while.
Myre (Carl) AC: 12/12/10 HP: 8/8 CMD: 13 Friday December 27th, 2019 11:38:34 AM
Myre walked into the woods with food and water for 5 days.
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"Wait, you're a slave too? I thought...ugh. Well yea, you can go home." She looks around. After walking for hours, she's probably lost. "Don't know where new Elenna is from here, though. Do you?"
Lothlo Windwood (WillD) -- AC:18/14/14 HP: 12/12 , CMD = 17 Friday December 27th, 2019 5:28:37 PM
Beri considers Iggec's dilemma and what he knows about the orcs in the area. Does Thog have a specific affinity for jewelry? He may not be an archer himself, but humans have a saying that I believe would apply to orc men even more so than human men. They say the way to a man's heart is through his belly. In such a hot environment there isn't enough fresh meat to go around, if you use your bow to snag him a wild hare for dinner I'm sure that would mean more to him than a bracelet.
Kai Silverhide (RobC) -- AC 15/14/13 -- CMD 20 (24vsTrip,30vsGrap) -- HP 14/14 Friday December 27th, 2019 8:26:34 PM "I don't know about that. I'll take the hundred orcs on the left. You take the hundred on the right. If we act now we'll be done by supper" He smiles to Codrus for a moment "Fine. Fine. I'm kidding. I'll take the right"
He has no intention of starting a rebellion just yet, but he isn't going to let the situation break his spirit.
The day certainly has been a hot one. The slaves would likely be struggling.
Kai looks about to see if there are any elderly slaves or women nearby that look like they are having trouble. He will gently approach and extend a hand "Here. Climb on my back. Let me carry you a while" he says softly.
To any orcs nearby he will simply shrug "Hey, better they survive than fall away, right?"
Naithi (JamesD) AC:16/15/14 HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 d20=6 ; d20=7 ; d20=9 ; d20=12 ; Saturday December 28th, 2019 6:51:07 PM
Naithi steadied her breathing as the orcs talk about her next match. It takes all her will power not to bite the fingers thrust before her, but a wizard thrives on information. It is their source of strength, and she will not let this opportunity pass her by.
You choose well. With my clans symbol I will bring honor and victory! I will win you money. What do you know about Durgeth? The more I know the better I can choose my spells.
That night Naithi eats well.
DM Mitch Sunday December 29th, 2019 3:13:39 PM Myre didn’t realize the man was a slave and has no idea where his home is. He looks crestfallen. ”Even if I did I’d starve before I got there. Can’t you just magic me home or something?”
The conversation is interrupted by the sound of approaching riders. Turning to look reveals them to be wolf riders, riding great black beasts and bristling with weapons and armor. Their footsteps are surprisingly soft for such great beasts and they’re on the pair before they can react. With swift efficiency a pair of weighted nets are thrown over them, enclosing them and being pulled tight by connecting ropes. The orc holding Myre’s doesn’t even stop; she’s jerked off her feet and dragged behind the wolf as the orcs charge on whooping at their capture. The net barely provides any protection from the bumping and scraping and it doesn’t take long before she’s rendered unconscious.
She wakes up some unknown time later in a dimly lit tent. Her entire body aches from scrapes and bruises. An orc woman is roughly rubbing some sort of ointment on them; the roughness of it stings, but the ointment seems to be helping. ”So, you’re awake.”
Lothlo offers some advice to the young orc who really likes the idea. “You always know just what to do!”
Kai decides not to fight a hundred orcs today and instead helps another slave. The orcs don’t seem to care as long as everything gets where it’s going, though one does come over and tell the group to shut up and walk with a threatening hand on his whip. He watches the three closely for the rest of the trip cutting off any more discussion of escape.
Naithi stays calm and focuses on getting the information in question. She asks about the other orc so she can prepare spells which makes her fan laugh and the other one look less certain of his bet. Neither actually answer her questions before leaving.
The long, hot walk eventually ends. They arrive at a pair of tall hills with steep slopes and camp is made between them. Naithi and the other combat slaves end up chained to stakes set north of the hills where Kai and other physically able slaves are roped into helping set up some sort of festival grounds. Ceremonial pits are dug, stakes are planted in a defensive ring, and lots of objects are unloaded from this that and the other thing. Even for the strong Taur it’s a lot of heavy labor with no break for several hours.
Lothlo actually gets a break. Between setting camp and everyone making preparations for the festival no one has time or interest in what a lone craftsman slave is doing. They don’t need any bows for set up, so as long as he stays quiet and sticks to the area he has time to relax. Any attempt to wander the camp immediately gets him roped into helping with some task or other though.
Any of the PC’s who’ve been paying any attention over the last few days knows that this is the annual festival celebrating the creation of the Gods of Testing. It’s a big deal and the orcs haven’t shut up about it for a week. An Intelegence, Knowledge Religion, or Perception check will let them learn more specifics either by remembering what you’ve heard or listening in to the orcs.
Lothlo Windwood (WillD) -- AC:18/14/14 HP: 12/12 , CMD = 17 d20+5=12 ; d20+2=12 ; d20+2=12 ; d20+3=10 ; Sunday December 29th, 2019 8:33:31 PM
Lothlo wonders whether the young orc will be able to find her rabbit with all the commotion going on. Looking around he notices that his skills are currently not in need, and that he has some time to tend to his wounds. As he does what he can to make sure the are cleaned and bandaged he tries to remember what he has been able to glean from the orcs about the upcoming ceremony, and about where they are located in relation to Culverwood.
Zazu (Cayzle) d20+6=8 ; Monday December 30th, 2019 8:00:19 PM
A short slender elf listens quietly from a far corner.
Perception 8
But too far from the action to hear anything.
DM Mitch Tuesday December 31st, 2019 7:41:33 AM
Through a combination of listening in and remembering what he's heard earlier Lothlo knows that the holiday, like most holidays across all cultures, involves enormous amounts of eating and drinking. This particular one is meant to celebrate all of the gods of testing so there will be everything from martial contests to gambling to vengeance duels. He's made to help with the set up for a lot of the contest fields. He knows the group is close to the woods, but isn't certain exactly how far.
Meanwhile the slaves who are personal servants of the tribe's mover's and shakers are made to put up large tents for them. This is followed by a meeting where they discuss the festivities and enjoy a hearty meal. There's lots of running around to serve food and drink while being very careful not to spill else face their wrath.
Waking from a dream of peace and celebration, Zazu feels more refreshed than usual. The elf hops to it this day. Of course, careful as can be to carry things without spilling. [Dex check 21]
Zazu listens to the conversation while working, not wanting to miss an order. And the slave wants to avoid trouble, which means being alert. [Perception 26]
When not needed, Zazu retreats to the side to avoid attention, wondering how friend Náro is doing.
Naithi (JamesD) AC:16/15/14 HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 d20+6=11 ; Tuesday December 31st, 2019 2:38:58 PM
Naithi spend the day preparing for her battle. She spends the first hour sitting on the ground mentally reviewing her spellbook and contemplating the workings of the Wold (contemplating nature and Maab). After that she makes nice with her fellow combatants. She is only standoffish around those she knows she will have to fight, and today she knows her opponent will be an orc...and she will get her armlets back.
Briefly she wonders if the figured out that they are a weapon in disguise, or if the orcs still think then ritualistic markers denoting her tribe...or if they just think them pretty in the orcish sense.
Turning to a slender fair skinned elf nicknamed Painter she asks, You know this Durgeth? Who has he fought? Does he like to get close and dirty with his hands it the blade?. Painter has as much as a reputation in the camp as The Murder Muppet, but where as Naithi's small size and fighting style shock the orcs, the painter is known for adorning herself in their blood like a crimson blush or rouge.
DM Mitch Thursday January 2nd, 2020 8:11:07 PM Zazu has found that the biggest difficulty of serving the orc leaders is staving off boredom. They'll talk about troop placement and patrol routes then get sidetracked by that story one guy loves telling the rest a dozen times a month or someone will complain about a relative then suddenly one of them will bark a command to him and if he doesn't react instantly he gets a scowl and a smack when he does whatever it is.
Naithi is able to get a bit of information. Apparently he's a brute that likes to overwhelm with sheer strength that's won a half dozen matches in a row. The orcs seem to think he's hot stuff, but Painter says she think's his pretty much like any other orc in the came. Big, strong, and as subtle and clever as a rock and his 6 wins were mostly luck.
Zazu (Cayzle) d20+7=23 ; Friday January 3rd, 2020 5:45:56 PM
As Zazu stands at attention, thoughts of dreams surface. The elf dreams the usual dreams are about magical glyphs and words of power and trapping vermin and turning their hides into parchment. But what about that dream of a friendly tavern, where the patrons are aghast at the idea of being slaves. And that fellow over there was in it too, and that guy. That's something to think about.
But Zazu knows to stay alert! Perception 23
Bastarge (JeffO) -- AC: 19/15/15 CMD: 15 HP: 11/11 Monday January 6th, 2020 1:17:17 PM
A tiny gnome appears. He has dark purple hair.
Ash Silverkin (RobC) -- AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 9/9 d20=7 ; Monday January 6th, 2020 8:59:31 PM
It'd been a tough few days for Ash, but then again, being an orc slave was never going to be fun.
Perception: 7
Naithi (JamesD) AC:16/13/14 (19/14/17 with armor) HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 Monday January 6th, 2020 11:15:30 PM
Naithi sits and observes everything around her (Take 20). She observes the orcs and their routines in an attempt to learn their patterns and determine opportune time to escape. In particular she tries to learn her up coming opponent weaknesses (which saves are weakest). She also tries to determine if her animal companion, mule and guard dog we captured or are still hidden in the wild. She then tried to pick out other slaves they look interested in escape and who might be helpful to her.
Náro (Violet) Monday January 6th, 2020 11:58:49 PM
Being a slave is not easy, especially when I have just gotten used to being free from my father for two years after running away. My flute has always been something for my own pleasure, so I hate being forced to play for the orcs after they discovered it. I guess that I can be glad, though, that I have a skill the orcs want and food available to me - gladder that they didn't take my flute.
It's nice that Zazu and I aren't separated. We can't talk that much but I like seeing a familiar face around here, and pretending that I'm playing for him instead of all the orcs. I hope that I can escape at some point, but I want to save everyone here too.
I'm getting hungry. I hope that they can remember to feed me soon, today. I've been fantasizing about Zazu finding some wild blueberries in all this forest.
Zazu (Cayzle) Monday January 6th, 2020 11:59:56 PM
Zazu sees that Náro is watching as he plays his flute. The elf makes a sign for clapping when no orc is looking.
Lothlo Windwood (WillD) -- AC:18/14/14 HP: 12/12 , CMD = 17 Tuesday January 7th, 2020 9:12:26 AM
Lothlo tries to keep to the shadows of the tent, avoiding the heat of the day and trying to stay on the orcs good side as the setup continues.
Naithi (JamesD) AC:16/13/14 (19/14/17 with armor) HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 Tuesday January 7th, 2020 10:34:11 AM
ooc: I like the 1st person writing. I did that in Hook City for a year or so and am tempted to do it again for this game.
Bastarge (JeffO) -- AC: 19/15/15 CMD: 15 HP: 11/11 Tuesday January 7th, 2020 11:22:02 AM
The gnome sits alone, twisting some pieces of twine with a few twigs, apparently making... something...
OOC: It is weird to not see the game listed at the top of the list of games. I've actually clicked on Cinnamon Valley more than once by accident.
Náro (Violet) Tuesday January 7th, 2020 9:33:49 PM
I wonder if any other slaves would rebel with me if they could. I wish I knew how long until I was free. I look around the celebration to see if I can spot anyone interesting.
It appears that the orcs have tired of my playing for now, though I'd better make busy because they won't like me just sitting around. I think Zazu is looking for more animal skins for his book or I'd make him talk to me while our captors are distracted.
OOC: Thanks Naithi! :D
Zazu (Cayzle) d20+7=24 ; Tuesday January 7th, 2020 9:39:34 PM
Zazu sees Náro sneaking off and joins him for a few words. "How are you doing, my old? I loved your playing," the elf whispers.
Zazu looks around to see if any of the other slaves or masters are looking. Perception 24!
Ash Silverkin (RobC) -- AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 9/9 d20=8 ; Tuesday January 7th, 2020 10:32:41 PM
Ash sighs and wipes the sweat from her brow. Sure is hot out here today
Perception: 8
Naithi (JamesD) AC:16/13/14 (19/14/17 with armor) HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 d20=4 ; Wednesday January 8th, 2020 9:36:13 AM
As I watch the guards I think hear some music floating on the breeze, but as soon as I perk my ears the sound us gone.
Perception check to trace music back = 9
Bastarge (JeffO) -- AC: 19/15/15 CMD: 15 HP: 11/11 Wednesday January 8th, 2020 12:04:24 PM
Bastarge continues with the twine and twigs. Then he places the small contraption on the ground. He looks at it, then picks up a small pebble. He drops the pebble on the twig and the contraption spins and snaps, almost jumping off the ground. The gnome smiles and picks it back up, examining how effectively it worked.
Perception 16? Maybe that's good enough to see what Bastarge is up to?
"Hey friend," Zazu says. "Put that twig there and sproing this thing here."
Aid Another Craft Trap roll is a 29 to give Bastarge a +2.
"It's easier if you use one of these." The elf shows the gnome a bit of angled steel that is part of the masterwork tool set Zazu has managed to keep hid from the orcs.
"I been using mine to catch mice and such around the camp."
Bastarge (JeffO) -- AC: 19/15/15 CMD: 15 HP: 11/11 d20+8=23 ; Wednesday January 8th, 2020 6:11:20 PM
Craft Trap: 23 +2 from aid another = 25.
Bastarge accepts the aid and the two of them quickly make a nifty little trap from the twigs and twine that could easily pinch someone's fingers and cause quite a bit of pain...
DM Mitch Wednesday January 8th, 2020 9:54:16 PM Zazu manages to make it through the meeting without ticking off any of the orcs to badly. They make him serve some things and answer questions about the area before dismissing him. Ash reflects on the last few days. Naithi tries to learn more about the orcs. They look pretty dumb and kind of bulky, so will and reflex saves would be best. Lothlo manages to find a nice place to stay out of the way. Naro reflects that as hard as things are at least he still has music and his friend. Zazu notices Naro looking and manages to sneak off for a talk before helping Bastarge with his trap. Bastarge iddly plays with some random objects and manages to weave together an interesting little trap.
Myre is cleaned and her wounds treated before having a long interrogation with the orc woman about her useful skills and abilities. Whatever she mentions doesn’t seem to impress the woman, and eventually she’s dragged off and spends the next several days waiting on the orc leader’s every whim (catching her up to the rest of the group).
It grows dark and things start to die down. Orcs and slaves alike find some food and eat. The slaves are fed well to keep them strong, though always the worst food - stale bread and meat or fruits just shy of spoiled. Many go to bed early, the better to be ready for the festivities tomorrow. Others get an early start on said festivities.
The rest and meals of the PC’s ends up disrupted though. Once things are fairly quiet they’re approached by an orc, one after another, who stares at them intently before roughly telling them Murzush wants to see them. They’re escorted to a large tent, or dragged if reluctant or to slow, something Naithi and Bostarge will have a hard time avoiding due to their chains.
Knolwedge: Local or Int check DC 15 - Highlight to display spoiler: {You’ve heard of Murzush, a fierce sorceress the others fear and resent. She’s known for igniting other orcs that displease or antagonize her and has managed to secure enough influence to own a tent despite the general dislike of her.}
Lothlo Windwood (WillD) -- AC:18/14/14 HP: 12/12 , CMD = 17 d20+3=18 ; Wednesday January 8th, 2020 10:41:57 PM
Lothlo is finishing the last bites of some unidentifiable overcooked meat that had been grilled on a stick when a stern guard comes for him. At first he thinks that perhaps they need some bows repaired for tomorrows festivities, but then he hears the name Murzush. He hadn't seen her among those interested in learning his craft, rumor is she is a magic user and not an archer. A sorceress if he remembers correctly. But what could she need from him? Had he done something to upset her perhaps? It's unlikely since she hadn't visited him before, but it is said she has a temper that even other orcs were wary of.
As they approach, the sharpshooter notices that other slaves are being gathered as well. The group appears to be from all over camp, ranging from servants and craftsmen to chained gladiators. Of those he recognizes he isn't able to piece together what they may have in common. He tries to comfort himself by noting it is unlikely Murzush is angry with the group as this is the first time they have been together in the same part of camp. This does little to calm him though, as to the best of his memory there isn't an orc in the camp that doesn't avoid Murzush's tent if they have the option.
Knolwedge: Local = 18
Naithi (JamesD) AC:16/13/14 (19/14/17 with armor) HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 d20=4 ; d20+4=5 ; d20+2=8 ; d20+2=12 ; Wednesday January 8th, 2020 11:13:16 PM
I growl slightly as my chains are yanked for going to slow...not too loudly though. I have to keep them happy until I get my armlets back. They store my greatest power, and I will not leave with them.
It is a fine line trying to keep the orcs happy without revealing to them my true strength. I try to move just fast enough that they don't beat me and slow enough that they do not suspect me...
(str check 5, dex 8, acrobatics 12) Off course the trail is not made for anyone around three foot. I think to myself as I struggle to step over a large root, snag my chains, and just barely catch myself before falling face first in the mud.
Hey, Bastarge. Any idea where they are talking us? We don't have a battle yet, do we? Int check = 4 Strength Check = 5 Dex Check = 8 Acrobatics = 12
Náro (Violet) Wednesday January 8th, 2020 11:53:50 PM
I am rudely awakened by an orc shaking me - maybe they stumbled over me as they went to their tent? I can't imagine anyone wanting to hear flute at this hour. But no, the fire's are brightly lit and I'm told to get up. Am I being punished? I can't think of anything I did wrong - aside from that talk with Zazu earlier today, I mean, yesterday.
I am steered to a clearing, where I see - perhaps all the slaves at the camp? Could this be a chance to talk?
The stars are bright. I think I'm too tired for this.
Ash Silverkin (RobC) -- AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 9/9 d20=20 ; d20+9=12 ; d20+5=7 ; Thursday January 9th, 2020 12:47:30 AM "Murzush? Doesn't sound familiar" Ash slides what remains of her dinner over to the next next slave. She's been able to sneak a Prestidigitation spell on occasion to flavor the food somewhat. Sure, it still looks like offal (ugh!) but at least it has a decent taste.
She keeps her mouth shut and stands, and goes in whatever direction she is shoved.
Ash had often wondered what went on in the big tent. It looks like she's about to find out.
-------------------------- Perception: 20 Knowl Local vs DC15: 12=Fail Int check vs DC15: 7=Fail. So off to a good start!
Myre (Carl) AC: 12/12/10 HP: 8/8 CMD: 13 d20+1=14 ; Thursday January 9th, 2020 10:25:25 AM
It's true, Myre doesn't have a lot of skills useful to a slave owner. She's pretty and can carry plates around, though. Despite the beatings, she remains in high spirits. This is what she wanted, after all. She eats. It's not what she's accustomed to, but oh well.
She looks around, making sure no orcs are watching. Then, she places a small bit of meat on her shoulder. A little rubber pig pokes its head up from no where, then sinks back down. The meat is gone when it disappears. She turns to her neighbor to strike up a conversation when the orc appears, so she quiets down.
She notices that strange little rabbit person is having trouble with her chains. Why's she chained, anyway? She'll have to ask later. If the chains are dragging, Myre will attempt to help carry them.
Int check: 14 - Fail
Bastarge (JeffO) -- AC: 19/15/15 CMD: 15 HP: 11/11 d20+8=12 ; d20+6=26 ; Thursday January 9th, 2020 12:21:21 PM
As Bastarge is grabbed, he fingers the locks on the chains and knows that he can’t get out of those, he’s tried before. He’s pretty sure the orcs have been directed to use chains and manacles since that time he escaped out of the flimsy ropes they tried that one time…
When the orcs move him, as usual, Bastarge doesn’t help them. Since he is so small and light, it is a simple matter for the orcs to simply pick him up and carry him. Sometimes they just drag him along, but that often makes things more difficult for the orcs. This time he just gets carried upside-down by his ankle. He looks over from his position as the stumbling along Naithi and whispers, “Oh yeah, that’s Murzush.” He looks around to see if anyone else is listening, but the orcs don’t usually listen to him, “She lights orcs on fire that she doesn’t like. You might not want to try and annoy her or she’ll probably just burn you up, too.”
OOC: Escape artist: 12 (The DC to escape manacles is 30?!? Really? Wow). Knowledge, local: 26
Naithi (JamesD) AC:16/13/14 (19/14/17 with armor) HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 Thursday January 9th, 2020 12:22:26 PM
ooc: Sure...rabbit girls, fox girls, and sloth girls all look alike to humanoid. (Just teasing. Naithi is an Ursine, specifically a sloth descendant. Her animal companion is a dire rabbit).
DM Mitch Thursday January 9th, 2020 7:13:46 PM Lothlo is curious and concerned about the invitation Naithi growls to herself as she struggles with the chains and asks Bastarge what he knows. Naro reflects that he’s too tired for this. Ash doesn’t recognize the name. Myre feeds her familiar and notices Naithi going by. Bastarge is carried upside down and mutters to Naithi what he knows of Murzush.
The tent is large, about the size of a living room. It’s dimly lit by a single flickering brazier. As the slaves are lead in in ones and pairs Murzush nods to the guard and motions them to sit and be quiet. It’s only once all 8 are there and the guard long gone that she speaks.
”I have had you brought here for one purpose, one that I believe your skill sets are well suited for.” She leans forward intently. ”I need you to help me escape to the Culverwood.”
Lothlo Windwood (WillD) -- AC:18/14/14 HP: 12/12 , CMD = 17 Thursday January 9th, 2020 8:58:49 PM
Help Murzush escape? Is this a joke? A trap? While he wouldn't put it past the orcs, Lothlo can't help but think the would save such things for the celebration in the morning. Perhaps the sorceress had finally gotten on the bad side of one two many orcs for even her magic to protect her from. No matter what the reason, this could be the archer's best chance to escape before being sold... or worse.
Murzush, if you have a plan to get us out of here and to the Culverwood, then you have my bow... and I really hope you have my bow, because I'll be that much more use to you with it in my hands again.
Zazu (Cayzle) Thursday January 9th, 2020 9:14:35 PM
Zazu, standing in the back, listens to what the others say. If anyone is paying attention, they might notice that the elf is breathing a bit fast, and wiping palms on pants.
Náro (Violet) Thursday January 9th, 2020 11:19:13 PM
I'm suddenly wide awake. A chance to get away? Why would Murzush want to escape - moreover, what skills do slaves have that could help her? I can't get away without helping free all the slaves. I chance a look around, and see that Zazu is in the back. At least we aren't separated, but he doesn't seem to know what's going on, either, and he seems nervous. I smile at him.
Naithi (JamesD) AC:16/13/14 (19/14/17 with armor) HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 Thursday January 9th, 2020 11:54:47 PM
My mind is so foggy. It feels like I am perpetually in that spot between dreaming and waking. Briefly I wonder what the others will think when they realize the two in chains, a 30lb gnome and an 8lb sloth girl are her chosen gladiators. Probably as shocked as when they realize an 8lb girl can carry over 200 lbs and take on an orc in hand to hand combat. (Small size and 18 STR)
I need my clan's armlets before I can leave. They claim I can have them for my next battle. Once I have them I will be free to guide you through the Culverwood.
Ash Silverkin (RobC) -- AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 9/9 Friday January 10th, 2020 3:33:14 AM "So, uh, I know we're not exactly in a position to bargain, but what? You want us to help you escape? Why? And the answer needs to be along the lines of us escaping too" Murzush had only mentioned helping herself escape and Ash wants to make sure that this group are included in the deal.
She doesn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but helping Murzush might actually be more dangerous than staying put. She needs more information "Why now?"
Ash crosses her arms as she considers the moral dilemma. One of her captors - someone who enslaves common folk - is asking for aid? How many have been tortured or killed at her hands? Ash isn't exactly going to trust this woman and what she might do if left unchecked. "I suppose if we help her escape we could ransom her back to free some of the other slaves?" Without knowing anything about the 'why' yet, Ash starts to consider how Murzush might prove useful. It's not a thought she is particularly proud of.
Myre (Carl) AC: 12/12/10 HP: 8/8 CMD: 13 d20+3=20 ; Friday January 10th, 2020 11:54:26 AM
Myre likes these people. Offered a chance to escape slavery, they immediately start making demands of the orc who could have them all slaughtered. That's her kind of stupid right there.
She's surprised this kind of opportunity presented itself so quickly in her endeavor. Maybe this is some of the providence her dad always talked about when he told her stories about his time as a Mendicant. She's a bit taken back by this orc recognizing she's not just a simple girl, too. She'd given no indication that she had any abilities other than carrying plates and looking pretty.
Maybe her plan involved a pretty face? Either way, she was in. She didn't want to interrupt the negotiations the others had started, though. She let's them all talk it out.
Perception: 20
She nudges the elf she would soon know as Zazu and gives him a raised eyebrow, the universal "you ok, mister?" look.
Bastarge (JeffO) -- AC: 19/15/15 CMD: 15 HP: 11/11 d20+4=13 ; Friday January 10th, 2020 5:07:07 PM
Bastarge takes a step back and crosses his arms. He doesn't believe this orc for a minute. This has to be a trap. He tries to make sure that he's at least a fireball's distance away from the others making demands of her. He eyes the exits to the room (perception: 13).
DM Mitch Friday January 10th, 2020 7:08:47 PM Lothlo is surprised, but decides to accept and ask for his bow. Zazu stays quiet. Naro wants to make sure all 200+ slaves escape with her. Naithi wants her weapons before they leave. Ash has questions and wonders if they can use Murzush. Myre appreciates the other’s pluck. Or stupidity. Bastarge is convinced it’s a trap.
Myre and Bastarge manage to get a better look at her with their perception checks & his low light vision Highlight to display spoiler: {she’s actually surprisingly young. As in just hitting puberty, younger than anyone else in the room young. The rough hides and light scars you can make out give her a fierce appearance, but more like a teenager trying really hard to look like an adult.}
If you have low light vision or can make at least perception 15 you can try to sense motive to see how honest she’s being - otherwise the dim light prevents a good read on her.
She grunts at the questions. ”I don’t have your bow. We’ll have to get it or make a new one. You have no reason to trust me, but if I had tried to build trust before now we would have been caught. Now is the only chance we’ll have. The festival is putting everyone’s guard down, we’re close enough to the woods to make a run for it, and I’ve managed to develop a convincing alibi for me to gather you and enact my plan.”
“As for why… those of you who have been here long may know that females are barely one step over slave. We’re commodities to be traded, stolen, and used. Had I not developed my powers I would have been abandoned to die years ago; instead I am forced to kill the tribe’s rivals while watching for an axe in my back by those that hate and fear me in the tribe. Better I take my chances the elves kill me for the color of my skin then die in the mud fighting for those that hate me.”
Zazu (Cayzle) Friday January 10th, 2020 9:12:22 PM
Zazu smiles weakly back at Myre and Náro. The elf tries to get a grip, and manages to say, quietly, "If we can get to the Culverwood, I can likely guide us in the forest."
Ash Silverkin (RobC) -- AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 9/9 Saturday January 11th, 2020 12:09:25 AM
Ash starts to feel a little bad. It's true - the female orcs here were certainly treated badly. She does find it a little ironic that Murzush feels like a commodity, which is exactly what is happening to the slaves she has taken here.
Then again, it could all just be some sort of lie. Never can tell with orcs.
Ash gives a small sigh. Regardless of the fact that Murzush is an orc, she is still a woman asking for help. That will have to do for now.
"Do you have a plan for how we can escape?"
Lothlo Windwood (WillD) -- AC:18/14/14 HP: 12/12 , CMD = 17 Saturday January 11th, 2020 9:09:55 PM
The archer thinks back to his time with the craftswomen. They were indeed treated as the lessers of the the tribe, though it is hard to feel too much bad for them when you are still their slave who they torment and beat should they be bored and in need of amusement. Still, that's all the more reason they need to get out of their situation as soon as possible.
I definitely agree with you, I would rather risk the dangers in attempting to escape than wait for whatever fate lays before us here. Of course, an axe to the back isn't much better so I am eager to hear the plan you came up with. As for a bow, I can make a new bow with enough time, but grabbing the one I already crafted along with my quiver is the better option if you have a way to get us to the gear we had when we were captured.
Myre (Carl) AC: 12/12/10 HP: 8/8 CMD: 13 Sunday January 12th, 2020 10:55:43 AM
Misogyny wasn't something Myre had a lot of experience with. Growing up in drow culture, androgyny was much more common. That doesn't mean she couldn't emphasize, though.
It also didn't mean this orc was one of the good gals. For all Myre knew, she just wanted to go start her own all female slaver group, with the 8 of them as her first wares. Still, 8 against 1 was way better odds than 8 against a whole tribe.
"Well," Myre starts, "it would only be fair for us to speak up on your behalf if the elves of Culverwood decide to kill you just for being an orc. Anyway, assuming you have a good plan, I'm in."
Naithi (JamesD) AC:16/13/14 (19/14/17 with armor) HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 Sunday January 12th, 2020 2:20:45 PM
I still cannot shake the fuzzy feeling, but as far as I can tell it if not affecting my judgement. For now this send my best chance to escape. My clan is from a great forest. I can find my way and survive (forest walk feat and a guard dog with defend, detect, and hunt as tricks). I can also fight. That is why I have these chains. Orcs call me Murder Muppet. I earn my clan armlets back next fight and then I can leave.
Have you heard about my armlets?
ooc: Naithi remember she absolutely needs her armlets, but cannot remember why. She doesn't know they are weapons, and if the orcs haven't discovered it she will not use them in combat so they will hopefully let her keep them.
DM Mitch Monday January 13th, 2020 7:46:29 AM Zazu mentions he can guide them through the forest. Ash feels a little bad and asks about escape plans. Lothlo agrees with Murzush’s sentiment and asks about getting his bow back again. Myre reflects on if they’re betrayed at least it’d be 8 on 1 and says it would be only fair for them to speak up in her defense to the elves. Naithi says she can also guide them and asks about her armlets.
”The key to the plan is the celebration. It gives us the distraction we need for preparations and escape. You 8 are from all over the camp letting you gather everything we need. As far as anyone else is concerned I brought you all here for help on a project for the 2nd day of the celebration. That’ll give you some cover for any questions asked.
Two of you are used as servants during meetings by the chieftain and his lackeys. That will give you an opportunity to get the patrol routes for tomorrow night either through theft or memorizing what they say. That way we can slip out undetected.
Two of you are gladiators. There’s going to be a tournament the next two days; you’ve impressed the orcs enough you’ll be late in the tournament and only have one fight tomorrow. Win the fight and you’ll get to claim trophies. Use that to get us weapons. They’ll let you hold onto your gear overnight for the follow up tournament in the morning, confident the shackles will keep you prisoner. I’ll unlock you once we meet tomorrow night.
Two of you are in the craftsmen tents and you’ll be able to get us the weapons our gladiator friends can’t. In the arena it’ll be mostly swords and daggers; you can get us the other things. Pretend you're making something for me to get various tools and items that can be quickly reassembled into weapons or just hide things on your person.
The last two of you are part of the baggage train. Get us the food and clothing we need for a hard march across the plain to the woods and the armor for a fight against pursuers.
Tomorrow night, once most of the camp is asleep and you have everything come back here. Just tell anyone I told you to come back to finish my project; I’ll send for the gladiators again. Once we’re together we’ll wait a little longer for everyone to be asleep and sneak out. With luck we’ll have the whole night to run before they know we’re gone. Even with that we won’t reach the forest until late morning; we have to be ready to defeat whichever wolf-riders are sober enough to give chase.”
Zazu (Cayzle) d20+7=15 ; Monday January 13th, 2020 1:25:01 PM
While others are talking, Zazu looks around. What's in the tent that no one has noticed yet?
Perception 15
"Okay," says Zazu in a quiet voice. "I'll come back tomorrow night. With gear."
Zazu glances over to Náro to see if he agrees, too.
Myre (Carl) AC: 12/12/10 HP: 8/8 CMD: 13 Monday January 13th, 2020 1:52:18 PM
Hmm. Myre was not sneaky, and her memory wasn't great. It wasn't bad. Maybe the patrol routes would be simple to memorize? Waddles might be able to memorize them, but he can't talk anyway.
All she can do is her best, though.
"Yup, I'll be back too. She tries to get her bearings. Which way is Culverwood? It'll be good to know which patrols she should be most concerned about. If she doesn't know, she'll ask. (Know, Geo is untrained).
Naithi (JamesD) AC:16/13/14 (19/14/17 with armor) HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 d20+5=18 ; d20+16=31 ; Monday January 13th, 2020 3:40:40 PM By the god's folly! I think as I try my best to hide my excitement. She let slip the information needed for my escape. If they let me keep the armlet then there is nothing keeping me from escaping with them.
I'm in. If you free me I will use my senses to guide you and my magic to protect you.
As for the Culverwood, it is North of us. I point in the general direction. Before that is the Bad Lands, filled with demikind and monsters ... still ... better than our alternative.
Naithi (JamesD) AC:16/13/14 (19/14/17 with armor) HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 Monday January 13th, 2020 3:43:32 PM
Survival = 18 Knowledge Nature = 21 (Forest Walk bonus not included)
Bastarge (JeffO) -- AC: 19/15/15 CMD: 15 HP: 11/11 d20-1=7 ; Monday January 13th, 2020 3:45:12 PM
Bastarge shrugs. He's got nothing to lose here. He just goes and fights, like normal, and waits to see if she is able to get them back to this tent the next night.
Sense motive: 7
Ash Silverkin (RobC) -- AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 9/9 d20=13 ; Monday January 13th, 2020 6:43:13 PM
Ash carefully considers the plan. It's obvious that Murzush has been thinking about this for a while. It does all rely on everything going well for all the teams. If one team should fail then the whole plan comes undone. Still... it is a chance for escape.
Carrying heavy things is not something that Ash's tiny muscles were meant for. Crafting and memorizing things though? Right up her alley.
Perception: 13
Lothlo Windwood (WillD) -- AC:18/14/14 HP: 12/12 , CMD = 17 Monday January 13th, 2020 9:19:34 PM
The archer starts trying to map out what he has seen located in his area of camp that would be of use.
Gathering what you need shouldn't be a problem. I spend my days training others in my craft and making repairs, as do many of the other craftsmen. It is expected that we always have work in progress, along with the tools and spare parts ready for any repairs being requested. I think with his specialties Zazu would have access to most of the things that would look suspicious for me to be noticed with.
If everyone lets me know what they need I'll do my best to obtain it before we meet. And if anyone questions us about the project on the way here I can say it's for a custom training dummy, that not only gives a good explanation for everything we'd bring, but is also something they would expect to be requested by you.
DM Mitch Tuesday January 14th, 2020 8:15:28 AM Zazu looks around at the tent but doesn’t spot anything particularly interesting. Like most orcs it seems she doesn’t own a large amount of things, just some scattered clothing, a few small weapons, other personal stuff. Myre reflects on her skillset and where the Culverwood is. Naithi is happy to have learned everything she needs to escape. She explains some of the local geography. Bastarge figures he’s got nothing to lose anyway. Ash reflects that everyone needs to succeed for the plan to work and that she’s not vary strong. Lothlo maps out things he’d need in his head and suggest a fancy training dummy as their excuse. He tells everyone to list what they need.
Murzush gives a sharp nod at the group. ”Good. Ask any further questions quickly then go get some sleep. I will see you all tomorrow night.”
Myre (Carl) AC: 12/12/10 HP: 8/8 CMD: 13 Tuesday January 14th, 2020 11:16:28 AM
As these new people discuss their plans, Myre saddles up next to the woman she would come to know as Ash. Her similar build and matching hair gave Myre a sense of...kinship? Too strong a word, that, but she did want to get to know her better.
"Hey," she whispers. "I'm Myre. Looks like we're gonna be spending some time together. We should be friends, you and I." She smiles warmly, though her vibe is still a little...off.
Bastarge (JeffO) -- AC: 19/15/15 CMD: 15 HP: 11/11 Tuesday January 14th, 2020 12:03:12 PM
Bastarge steps back and just watches everyone else. He smiles as he ponders the group.
Zazu (Cayzle) Tuesday January 14th, 2020 8:41:05 PM
Zazu opens up a bit to compare notes on the Culverwood with Myre and Naithi. And introduces his friend Náro. "He'll be a good healer to have if we get wounded."
Lothlo Windwood (WillD) -- AC:18/14/14 HP: 12/12 , CMD = 17 Tuesday January 14th, 2020 9:04:22 PM
Lothlo thinks about the plans they have and about what he might need to prepare.
You had mentioned wolf-riders that will chase us. Is there anything you've seen that will slow them down or throw them off our scent? Something we can try to scrounge or prepare that will help us escape?
Ash Silverkin (RobC) -- AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 9/9 Tuesday January 14th, 2020 9:19:19 PM "Ash" she responds with a smile, extending her hand to Myre. You can never have too many friends in a slave camp. You need people to watch your back and to ally with. If they're going to be escaping together then all the better.
She looks over the rest of the party to try and gauge their skill-sets. It seems like an eclectic assortment. All the better!
"Well then. It looks like we're all in this together"
Náro (Violet) Tuesday January 14th, 2020 9:54:46 PM
I'm feeling sorry for Murzush, even if she is an orc, I know how it feels after these weeks to be treated like a commodity, and it must be terrible to live your life like that. And at least now we know a reason why we're chosen aside from our skills - just where we are in the camp. I think I can get food and clothes, at least, relatively easily.
"Hello Myre, Naithi, it's nice to meet you. Yes, I have some skill at healing, and Zazu and I have been traveling in this forest for the past two years, and, well, him his whole life." I smile at the group. I'm glad to have a chance to escape, but I'm worried for the other slaves even though I know that we couldn't take on a whole tribe, even if every slave did revolt. Maybe sometime I can come back and save them?
Naithi (JamesD) AC:16/13/14 (19/14/17 with armor) HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 Tuesday January 14th, 2020 11:15:22 PM
I introduce myself to the others, keeping my past to myself for now. After all, how do you tell people you traveled through the Vale of Twilight to get here. Naithi. I say as introductions are made. I grew up in the forest. We were taught to fear it, then to brave it, and eventually to love it. It will protect us while the betweeners will be at it's mercy.
As we plan I add, Can you get the dogs drunk? Spill drinks you serve in their water? Keep the riders' cups full? My magic would be seen.
DM Mitch Wednesday January 15th, 2020 12:44:51 AM Myre makes friendly with Ash. Bastarge stays back and watches the group. Zazu compares notes on woods navigation with some of the others. Lothlo asks about how to deal with the wolf riders. Ash returns the friendliness and examines the group. Naro introduces himself and feels some sympathy for the orc woman. Naithi introduces herself and asks about messing with the wolf riders to prevent pursuit.
Murzush lets everyone chat for a few minutes and answers the questions directed at her. ”Messing with the wolves is likely to lose someone an arm. It’s a party; the best I can do is get as many of the riders to drink themselves into a stupor as possible. I doubt I’ll get them all, but I’ll get enough we have a chance to win the fight when they come for us.
“We won’t actually head directly to the woods. If we did we’d be wandering possibly for days trying to find help. There’s a fort just outside of it we will aim for. With luck we’ll meet a patrol before any sober wolf riders catch up to us and we can recruit their help to come back for the others.”
The orc looks at the group. ”It’s good that you’re starting to make friends but we’re out of time. If you stay longer it might get suspicious. Leave and scatter; if you’re seen talking amongst each other like old friends you’ll be suspected of plotting something. Do your best to pretend everything is the same as it was before until we’re ready to escape.”
Myre (Carl) AC: 12/12/10 HP: 8/8 CMD: 13 d20+3=13 ; Wednesday January 15th, 2020 11:07:14 AM
"Look at me," Myre thinks to herself. "Escaping an orc slaver camp, making friends with other weirdos. This is going swimmingly." She smiles and accepts Ash's handshake, as well as acknowledging Zazu and Náro's introduction.
When it's time to bounce, she does. She returns to...whatever duties these silly orcs have her doing. She keeps an eye and ear open for any info that will aid in their egress.
Perception: 13
Bastarge (JeffO) -- AC: 19/15/15 CMD: 15 HP: 11/11 d20+6=11 ; Wednesday January 15th, 2020 11:15:50 AM
Bastarge tries to think if he knows of the fort she's talking about, or even if it exists (knowledge, local: 11).
Lothlo Windwood (WillD) -- AC:18/14/14 HP: 12/12 , CMD = 17 Wednesday January 15th, 2020 9:01:01 PM I think I have a list of what people need. I will start getting everything together during the normal hours so nothing will look out of the ordinary and should be ready when we meet.
When the group disperses Lothlo will make his way back to where he was finishing dinner and will make sure to do nothing out of the ordinary that might raise an eyebrow. In the morning when the craftsmen start their work he will start gathering together the supplies that have been requested.
Náro (Violet) Wednesday January 15th, 2020 10:58:57 PM
[OOC: on my dad's machine, like yesterday.]
I leave the tent now (well, to be more accurate, we all are herded out like cattle... but I can give myself some freedom in my thoughts, right?). I hope this Murzush knows what she's doing, if she's not smart we could get in a lot of trouble. I guess that this is the best chance we all have for freedom, though.
I'm not too concerned about getting supplies, I just hope I don't mess up and sacrifice the whole group. But for now, bed.
Zazu (Cayzle) d20+7=18 ; Wednesday January 15th, 2020 11:45:18 PM
Zazu goes to bed, and the next day uses sleight of hand to pocket knives, daggers, and any other tools that could be weapons.
Sleight of Hand (+7) 18
Zazu gathers up the rat hides and other items the elf has hidden in pockets, under his bedding, and around.
And picks up a couple of snares, too.
Ready.
Naithi (JamesD) AC:16/13/14 (19/14/17 with armor) HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 Wednesday January 15th, 2020 11:52:32 PM
I drag my chains back to the gladiator pen. I go to sleep pondering the nature of the universe and going over my spells for tomorrow. Hopeful they will give me that metal wand (sword) that worked so well when they give me armlets. I fall asleep wondering if either the orc or I will be allowed armor...
Ash Silverkin (RobC) -- AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 9/9 Thursday January 16th, 2020 4:17:17 AM "Tomorrow night then"
Ash waits for the orc guards to be called to escort her back to where she'd been eating.
She looks about the other slaves. Realistically there is no way they could all be freed in the one night. Still, she does feel like she is abandoning them. "No. Once we get out we can call for aid" she tries to remind herself.
DM Mitch Thursday January 16th, 2020 8:19:46 AM Myre is rather pleased with this turn of events. Bastarge tries to think of the fort. He vaguely remembers that there’s one or two forts just outside the woods that are meant to secure trade routes. Lothlo gets a list of everything and goes to bed. Naro worries about messing up and getting everyone killed. Zazu goes to bed then gets up and starts sneaking things. Naithi goes to bed thinking about spells and the universe. Ash worries about the other slaves.
The morning dawns amidst loud and excited orcs. Slaves are woken up early for last minute preparations.
Myre and Naro get dragged off to the leader’s tent early. It seems they want to get any remaining business done quickly so they can join in the celebration. The usual half dozen orcs are slouched in their chairs bragging about the feats of strength they’ll do during the festivities. A large table dominates the tent scattered in a disorganized mess of crude maps and notes. The two know that the first thing expected of them is to pour everyone drinks, but none of the maps have been updated with tonight’s patrols yet.
Lothlo and Zazu aren’t woken up early by anyone, though the noise might wake them. Zazu gets an early start pawning various things. The women are all vigorously working on various projects to show off for the festivities.
Ash is woken early and made to find various things various orcs need. She soon running a back and forth between various pack animals - a good chance to pawn things if she can find a way to hide them on her person.
The gladiators are woken and given full gear - armor, weapons, even a spare one should they request it. Their chains are undone while they dress, but they’re given no privacy - half a dozen orcs glare at them the whole time, daring them to try something. Naithi is given her original gear as had been promised and a sword if she wants. ”enjoy it while you can little one.” a guard sneers. ”You won’t last till the end of the festival.”
Naithi (JamesD) AC: 19/14/17 HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 Thursday January 16th, 2020 11:24:55 AM
I control my excitement and accept my gear and one of their metal wands. Holding them up a say Now l fight with the honor of my clan. I will not lose. Every opponent has fallen under the might of my spells. Holding up the iron wand (sword) I add, and they will continue to fall. ... I feel weird changing under their watchful gaze, but months of walking about and threadbare rags has partially numbed me to the sensation.
Sliding on the armlets, my obsession these past months, clears my mind of its persistent fog and I am almost overwhelmed by the sudden flood of memories. Pictures and visions as real as if I was currently experiencing them.
I focus on one in particular. A particularly vicious fight in the forests of Hellsmar where I risked and nearly sacrificed my life to save my clan and kin. That's when they gave me the armlets...the god's paw...
This is the god's paw. It passes down our knowledge throughout the generations, and as you grow you can add to that knowledge and the traits you want our future leaders to have. This is the symbol of our future Clan Mother.
Suddenly I realize what an idiot I've been and why the orcs laugh at me. I was never a wizard, but one in harmony with nature. When I lost the god's paw I was left empty. With just the imprint the magic left on my soul and the knowledge I needed to get it back.
Tonight I do my best to act as before. A barbarian with delusions of wizardry. Won't they be surprised tomorrow.
Bastarge (JeffO) -- AC: 19/15/15 CMD: 15 HP: 11/11 Thursday January 16th, 2020 3:33:27 PM
Bastarge prepares for battle and tries to ignore the orcs. He looks over at Naithi and hopes they don't get matched against one another on the first day.
Myre (Carl) AC: 12/12/10 HP: 8/8 CMD: 13 d20+7=24 ; d20+3=13 ; Thursday January 16th, 2020 4:49:45 PM
No patrols yet to memorize. Well that's a bother. How to get this show on the road, Myre wonders.
She comes up with an idea. She'll probably earn a beating out of it, but it will make for a good story one day. While pouring a drink, she gets a bit sloppy and spills a bunch on the assorted maps. If they're not drinking near the maps, she trips and spills the drink that way.
Myre immediately flips out. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I can fix it!" She starts blotting the papers with whatever's at hand (her dress if that's all there is). She peels the wet pages apart, looking at them to see if anything useful is on them.
"I can write! I can fix anything I ruined!" She continues on until these silly orcs shut her up.
Bluff: 24 - Act all scared and stuff Perception: 13 - Look for anything good on the pages she moves.
If she can catch Naro's eye and she's sure no one is looking at her, she gives a little wink.
Lothlo (WillD) -- AC: 18/14/14, HP: 12/12, CMD = 17 Thursday January 16th, 2020 9:06:55 PM
As the activities of dawn start to take place around him, Lothlo pulls himself from the corner he was sleeping in and gets in line for his breakfast of stale bread and a bowl of water that he ends up dipping the bread in to make it soft enough to eat. He starts to set up his table with full tool chest and the work he had for today: a half finished bow, an assortment of arrows that needed feathers added to the tail, and a handful of slings that weren't quite completed.
As the morning sun rises he starts to take note of which orcs are taking part in the festivities, which is most of the non-slaves. As the specialists of various crafts are determined to be missing, Lothlo adds their tools and unfinished projects to the table so that if there are any repairs or replacement weapons needed by the orcs they can be provided quickly. This should not only spare the archer from a light beating, but makes it easier for him to surreptitiously collect the supplies that were put on his list.
Zazu (Cayzle) d20+4=12 ; d20+7=15 ; Thursday January 16th, 2020 11:30:58 PM
Among the Crafters, Zazu works hard to help Lothlo.
Untrained Craft to Aid Another: 12 is good enough to give a +2 on his checks.
The elf uses the chance to whisper an introduction. "Hi. Um, I'm Zazu."
As Zazu's pockets are getting full by now, the rogue slips a few handy items into Lothlo's pockets.
Sleight of Hand 15.
Náro (Violet) d20+4=23 ; Friday January 17th, 2020 1:04:20 AM
I think about how to get food and clothing. Food - that, will probably be easy(er) if these people don't care very much about whether it's delicacy, but clothing, well, considering how much I like to be neat, I think I would have stockpiled clothes by now if I had a lot on hand. And, I'm not sure what sizes everyone needs. Oh well. I cast my eyes around the tent for inspiration and I wait on these orcs.
Perception: 23
All I see are some rags in the corner. Might as well collect those anyway, if I can. I do catch Myre winking at me, and I subtly respond in kind.
Naithi (JamesD) AC: 19/14/17 HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 d20+5=15 ; d20=2 ; Friday January 17th, 2020 1:55:39 AM
While I wait I keep an eye out for anything useful. I'm particular I look for cast iron pan, spices, and for fabric/skins/leather that might make nice clothing (perception check = 15). I also look for anything if value that could be easily pocketed, but everything orcish looks like trash to my eyes (appraisal check = 2)
ooc: What did the orc we meet with tent look like. I would to cut some fabric from it as a souvenir.
Ash Silverkin (RobC) -- AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 9/9 d20=2 ; Friday January 17th, 2020 4:28:35 AM "Hmmm. How am I going to sneak some of this stuff to the tent without being caught?" Ash ponders the problem while she moves goods about as the orcs request it. With each trip back to the pack animals she keeps her eyes open for things that might be of use. Daggers? Useful. Orc loin cloth? Not so useful. The useful things she stashes one by one into a sack to collect later.
The problem though is how to get these things and keep them on her through to nightfall and all without getting caught. She decides to go bold.
Ash looks about for somewhere she could escape from sight for a few minutes. Just a few minutes is all she needs. She casts a Disguise Self spell to change her appearance to that of an orc! It's not a powerful spell by any means. She will have 10 minutes tops to get the job done before the illusion wears off.
Disguised as an orc, she hastily makes her way to the pack animals and grabs the sack of gear and makes her way as close to the tent as she can without drawing too much attention to herself. Ash looks about for somewhere she can stash the sack: a small bush, a large rock, a tree, anywhere where it looks good enough to leave it for a few hours.
Once done she hurries back to her original hiding spot and emerges as a human woman once more, ready to do the bidding of her captors.
----------------- Perception: Uh.. 2? Ash is the anti-Tink
DM Mitch d20+5=15 ; d20=5 ; Friday January 17th, 2020 8:15:32 AM Naithi gets her gear and remembers who she is. She looks about for useful things but the combat pit is cleared of stuff so there’s plenty of room for orcs to stand around and watch. She could maybe pick pocket something, but with her manacles it’d be DC 20. Bastarge gets ready Myre pretends to accidentally spill a drink all over the table. She gets a good look at the maps and papers and there’s a couple of blank maps of the area and paper she could grab and maybe use to surreptitiously take notes on. (stealth 10 to grab a map or blank piece of paper without being noticed). Lothlo sets up a crafting station. Once they realize what he’s doing the orcs seem appreciative and begin dropping off various things - a craft check will be needed. Zazu slips a few things to Lothlo. Naro looks about the leader’s tent for ideas. There’s a lot of odds and ends here, including clothing and small weapons, she might be able to grab if she wants with a stealth check. Ash disguises herself as an orc (Male or female one? That’s important) With her disguise she’s able to easily gather a large amount of objects quickly with no one caring. At the tent she doesn’t really see much - maybe she can just throw it in through the tent flap?
In the leader’s tent there is much cursing and annoyance. Myre is bodily picked up and thrown backwards towards the rest of the slaves. Some papers fall to the floor and there’s a little gathering and organizing before they start talking about the patrols for the next two days. Intelligence check DC 15 to memorize the patrol routes. If Myre beats the DC 10 stealth check and has something to write on she can try a stealth 10 to make notes without being seen or pass an int 10 check to remember things until there’s a chance to take notes later.
In the combat pit the fighting starts. Several matches go by, but eventually Naithi and Bastarge get dropped into it. It’s just a big, circular pit 20x20 with wooden stakes planted at the edges. Each of them ends up facing a big, burly brute that looks about as smart as a box of rocks (I’m going to run both combats at the same time even though they take place at different times).
As soon as Naithi is dropped in the orc bellows and charges. HIs great club whistles past her head, a near miss.
Bastarge’s opponent is a little more cautious. He pulls a knife from somewhere and chucks it at the agile gnome but it goes wide.
Bastarge (JeffO) -- AC: 19/15/15 CMD: 15 HP: 11/11 d20+4=8 ; d20+5=8 ; Friday January 17th, 2020 11:17:21 AM
Bastarge tumbles a little as he is dropped into the pit and takes a moment to get his feet. He pulls out a dagger, but his attempted attack is so feeble he hopes no one actually was watching that...
OOC: Tried to bluff: 8 tried to attack: 8
Myre (Carl) AC: 12/12/10 HP: 8/8 CMD: 13 d20+1=7 ; d20+2=20 ; d20+1=12 ; Friday January 17th, 2020 11:41:05 AM
Myre tries memorizing the routes as they're given, but they're just talking too fast (INT 7). Luckily, she was holding a blank map when that silly orc threw her. By the time she gets her composure back it's stashed away in her dress (Stealth 20).
She doesn't want to press her luck further, though. She just listens carefully, planning to write down what she heard as soon as she's able (INT 12).
Myre is pleased with herself, again. Sure she was getting beaten and serving a bunch of smelly orcs, but this whole thing was just so much fun!
Later, she confers with Náro as she marks up the map she stole. "That was pretty stupid of me, but it paid off. Does this look right to you? I think they said they'd be around here..."
Lothlo (WillD) -- AC: 18/14/14, HP: 12/12, CMD = 17 d20+8=21 ; Friday January 17th, 2020 11:55:37 AM
Years of honing his craft and a respectable toolkit allow Lothlo to repair any standard tasks that would come to the bowyer. He will do what he can for any tasks outside of his specialty, and will "prepare" those he can't so that they can efficiently taken care of by their orc specialist after the festival... or easily carried away tonight should the item be of use. He keeps his priority on the items the group will need to make their escape tonight, slipping those tasks in between the orc demands. Since the speed with which a sharp shooter can work his craft differs from those of a standard laborer it shouldn't be too hard to complete his side projects between other tasks.
Craft (Bowyer) = 21
Ash Silverkin (RobC) -- AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 9/9 Friday January 17th, 2020 7:17:42 PM
Having seen the way the female orcs are treated, Ash opts to briefly be disguised as a male orc. She's hopeful it will allow her a little freedom to move about. If any of the other orcs try and get her attention she will simply grunt at them and keep moving.
She doesn't want to just throw the sack into the tent. There's no telling who might be inside. If Murzush has company and they see something strange it might blow the whole escape plan.
Ash instead opts to leave the sack resting against the tent on the shadowy side of it. It should hopefully be harder to see as the sun sets.
Naithi (JamesD) AC: 19/14/17 HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 d20+4=13 ; d20+4=6 ; d20+2=4 ; Friday January 17th, 2020 11:02:39 PM
It feels natural to once again step into the ring, this time wearing armor and my cat's paw armlets. I step forward, toe before heel, with my hands flexed by my side as if flying over a forest.
This should be easy, continue pretend to be a barbarian who thinks he's a wizard while not letting anyone know I am a Druid.
Imitating my last fight, I do a pirouette as I extend am arm out and scratch a circle in the ground while singing magic circle again evil...a club whizzes by my head. Clearly the orc is taking the fight more seriously than the last.
As he tries to withdraw his arm I dance back and bite down (hit ac 13). I can feel their eyes watching me jump up (acrobatics 2) and thrust my blade (hit ac 6). Landing I bite my my lip and narrow my eyes, irritated that I barley cleared his ankle and missed his knee by a long shot.
Zazu (Cayzle) Friday January 17th, 2020 11:17:12 PM
Zazu watches the fighting, keeping to the edges and hoping new friends will be okay. The elf hopes Náro will be close by if anyone gets hurt.
Ash Silverkin (RobC) -- AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 9/9 Monday January 20th, 2020 5:31:26 AM
Ash looks about, hoping noone has paid too much attention to what she is doing. If she times it right, a lot of the orcs will be watching the fight and fewer hanging about.
DM Mitch d20+5=6 ; d20+5=24 ; 2d4+4=9 ; 2d4+4=7 ; Monday January 20th, 2020 8:39:08 AM Bastarge misses his attack. Myre manages to jot down some notes on the patrol path in secret. Lothlo does a pretty good job making or doing minor repairs to various weapons and tools. Ash doesn’t want to throw the bag into the tent so sets it to the side. Naithi does her best to pretend she’s still confused while fighting the orc. Zazu watches the fight.
Myre’s fake accident has the added advantage that the orcs don’t call on her much since they don’t want her making another mess. She does a decent job taking notes, but she may have pulled her trick off to early - the orcs find another copy of a map of the area and make much more thorough notes then she can do so while trying to hide it. It’d be nice to steal it, or she can just work off the notes she made. They definitely won’t let her approach the table again this meeting - maybe Naro can manage it.
Ash has just dropped off the bag and is walking away when someone calls after her. An orc warrior walks up holding her bag and speaking at her in orcish. The only word she understands is Murzush’s name. Sense motive 5 Highlight to display spoiler: {he doesn’t seem threatening… } or sense motive 10 Highlight to display spoiler: { he seems to be concerned for her, perhaps warning her who’s tent it is and not to leave her stuff there}
Lothlo’s repair table is going pretty well right up until a familiar woman approaches with a scowl on her face - the crone that loves to make trouble for slaves. She starts picking things up at random, criticizing his work as terrible so she’d better take these disgraces off his hands before someone else punishes him for it. Naturally she ends up pocketing the best quality things and several that he intended to use for the escape attempt. He’ll have to try to convince her to go away and leave the stuff (persuasion or intimidation) or work hard to replace what she takes.
The sudden bite and the scream startles Naithi’s opponent causing him to fumble with his club and drop it, giving her an opening (nat 1)
Bastarge’s opponent kicks the gnome viciously sending him up into the air where his scimitar impales him. With a swipe of the blade he sends his smaller opponent flying off the blade to the corner of the pit and he bellows in his victory (crit for 16 damage). The crowd cheers excitedly.
Lothlo (WillD) -- AC: 18/14/14, HP: 12/12, CMD = 17 d20=3 ; d20+8=9 ; d20=2 ; Monday January 20th, 2020 9:36:51 AM
Lothlo sees the orc start walking away with many important pieces of equipment and tries to plead with her. Please... I've worked very hard on those...
He realizes that she is just too intimidating and he isn't going to have much luck at persuading her do to something she doesn't want to so he hopes that his logic is sound enough that it speaks for itself without a golden tongue behind them.
Those belong to some of the men who are out fighting and competing today. They won't be happy to find that someone has taken their weapons, they'll want them back... they'll hurt me.
He hopes she'll realize that in this society she's barely above a slave and will also likely receive the full wrath of several orcs when they find her with their stuff.
Myre (Carl) AC: 12/12/10 HP: 8/8 CMD: 13 d20+1=14 ; Monday January 20th, 2020 10:29:14 AM
Well poop.
Myre wasn't going be allowed over there again. Was Naro up to taking her turn playing thief? She wasn't sure what her new friend's capabilities were.
(OOC: Violet, you mind linking your sheet in your header? I'm not even 100% on what you are at this point.)
She'll pay close attention while they talk, though (INT 14). "Hey," she whispers to Naro. "Think you can swipe those maps later? No pressure, but help me remember if you don't think you can. We'll write it down soon as these silly orcs leave."
Bastarge (JeffO) -- AC: 19/15/15 CMD: 15 HP: -5/11 Monday January 20th, 2020 11:12:51 AM
Bastarge starts to move and plan his next attack when the scimitar appears from nowhere and splits him in two. He reaches down to try and stop his entrails from leaking out, but he fails as he crumbles to the ground.
Naithi (JamesD) AC: 19/14/17 HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 d20+1=8 ; d20+1=9 ; d20+1=15 ; Monday January 20th, 2020 2:42:09 PM
Naithi rushes over to Bastarag and yells Stabilize as she casts a spell, thrusting her cloth wrapped hand into the wound to stop the bleeding and save her fellow gladiator (heal check 8,9,15 takes 3 rounds to stabilize).
"If he recovers, you can still sell him or make him fight another day."
Zazu (Cayzle) d20+1=13 ; Monday January 20th, 2020 3:13:03 PM
Zazu sees that friendly gnome fellow fall. Oh no!
The elf leaps in and helps Naithi. Aid Another Heal check ... gives a +2.
Naithi (JamesD) AC: 19/14/17 HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 d20+4=23 ; d20+4=17 ; d20+4=13 ; d20+2=10 ; d4+4=7 ; d4+4=8 ; d4+4=5 ; Monday January 20th, 2020 9:39:51 PM
As Durgeth drops his club it is as if the audience melts away and I am consumed in the routine repetition of combinations practices over years. I bend back away from the flying club and bounce forward again with a reverse have spring that is precise and perfect, my posture never wavering. (Acrobatics 10)
Inflict Critical Wounds I shout as I lunge forward quickly and smoothly, never missing a beat or pausing. My Scimtar whistles as it seems out it's mark (hit ac 23, confirm crit 17).
My movements are as fluid as a wave, and I feel at peace as I dance. As I spin around him I call out Bleed and clasp my jaw down, hoping to remove a nice chunk of flesh. (Hit ac 13)
Actions ----- Attack with Scimtar - Hit AC 23 (confirm crit 17) for 7 dmg (15 if crit) Natural Attack (bite ) - Hit AC 13 for 5 dmg
Ash Silverkin (RobC) -- AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 9/9 d20=18 ; d20=15 ; Tuesday January 21st, 2020 4:32:05 AM "Crud" As far as Ash can tell though this orc is just trying to help - and hopefully not challenge her.
She takes the bag from him and gives a slight nod. Kind of just an acknowledgement of thanks. She really doesn't want to get into a conversation with him.
Where can she stash the sack? Knowing that her time in the disguise is running out, she looks about for somewhere safe-ish. Somewhere it won't be noticed or at least checked on. Perhaps under a cart? Mixed in with some sacks of feed?
--------------------- Sense Motive vs DC10: 18=Pass Perception: 15
DM Mitch d6=3 ; d20=10 ; Tuesday January 21st, 2020 6:03:06 AM Lothlo tries to convince the old orc not to take the stuff Myre wonders if Naro can get the map Bastarge bleeds out Naithi and Zazu try to save Bastarge. Ash gets her sack back and is uncertain as to where to leave it.
The crone just grins at Lothlo’s protestations. ”Well you’ll have to explain it to them won’t you? Ha! Have fun weakling.” she walks off smugly. He can probably get replacements for what he lost, but it’ll take another couple hours work and another craft check.
Back at the fighting pits Naithi does a real crowd pleaser, leaping over the head of the orc she’s fighting as he reaches to pick up his weapon and stabbing the back of his head instantly dropping him. After the fight while watching Bastarge she is able to stabilize the gnome despite her manacles with Zazu’s help. Several orcs, organizers of the tournament, walk over and pull them away roughly. ”His fate is none of your concern.” one barks at them and he’s carried off by one of the others.
Several hours later Bastarge wakes up in a shallow grave when someone throws dirt on his face. All of his stuff is gone and his wounds have been healed. The slave who was burying him blanchs, stutters, then runs off yelling something about ghosts and zombies.
Ash is able to spot a decent hiding spot on her way back to the pack beasts. She quickly hides it soon before her disguise fails and now just needs to find the spot again once it’s dark (DC 7 int check)
It’s starting to get dark. People should finish up their errands/checks and start to head out to the tent.
Lothlo (WillD) -- AC: 18/14/14, HP: 12/12, CMD = 17 d20+8=23 ; Tuesday January 21st, 2020 9:49:45 AM
After the orc is out of sight Lothlo walks over to get a glass of water and mentions what just happened to some of the other slaves. I can't believe she just stole Zarfu and Gujarek's gear. If I stay focused I can probably replace them in time and hopefully spare myself their wrath, but they aren't going to take kindly someone of lower standing thinking they have the right to walk away with their stuff.
In the morning when the people are trying to determine what happened to the missing group, someone will share what just happened and she will get what's due to her. Perhaps their questioning of her will even buy them a little extra time.
With the ordeal over and the thief out of sight Lothlo manages to regains his composure. He may need to focus more on repairing damaged equipment than on crafting new items, but with the adrenaline coursing through his veins his has high hopes of still gathering what they need in time.
Bastarge (JeffO) -- AC: 19/15/15 CMD: 15 HP: 11/11 d20+12=30 ; Tuesday January 21st, 2020 11:37:51 AM
Bastarge will quickly crawl out of the shallow grave and look for a place to hide. After slipping into cover, he looks around to get his bearings. He wants to just get away from the orcs, but with absolutely nothing, he knows he isn't going to get far in these woods. He stays very hidden (stealth: 30) and works his way to the tent where the group was supposed to meet. He figures that group is his only chance now.
Myre (Carl) AC: 12/12/10 HP: 8/8 CMD: 13 Tuesday January 21st, 2020 1:01:26 PM
She's not sure if Naro was able to grab those are not, but Myre's pretty sure she got what they needed. She folds the maps up and tucks them into her dress before making her way to the place they're supposed to meet.
Naithi (JamesD) AC: 19/14/17 HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 Tuesday January 21st, 2020 1:59:52 PM
Once again the cheer of Murder Muppet rises up and despite my situation I cannot hello but feel a wave of prefer wash over me. Not only did I defeat another captor, but they still appear unaware that my armlets are weapons thanks to the scimtar they have me. What's more, they still believe me to be a deranged warrior with delusions of wizardry.
Back at the slave circle I clean off my gear and enjoy the extra food given me by those I made money. Sure, they are half gnawed scraps, but it beats the slop given the other prisoners.
I use my blade to remove the best meat and the club to mash up some near by roots and wrap it all in some fragrant leaves, having long since learned that other orcs might take my meat, but are turned off by greenery. (Recipe: Stealthy Leaf Wrapped Mystery Meat with Root Puree)
As I eat I pray that Bastarge survived and that the others are able to free me shortly.
ooc: Gear Note 1) Naithi has her basic exploring and combat gear, the rest is with her companion animal/mule/guard dog.
2) Naithi has gained Durgeth's club. I am assuming this is a basic medium sized weapon.
3) The orcs allowed me an additional blade, a choose a small scimtar.
Zazu (Cayzle) Tuesday January 21st, 2020 3:28:49 PM
Zazu makes ready to join with the new team at the orc-lady's tent. When it is time, the elf enters. "I can taste freedom! It smells like trees."
Ash Silverkin (RobC) -- AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 9/9 d20+5=17 ; Tuesday January 21st, 2020 5:44:46 PM "That was cutting it close" Ash takes good notice of the hiding place so that she can find it later.
As it starts to get dark she approaches one of her nearby captors "Murzush said I was to attend to her this evening. Apparently I did something wrong yesterday"
Assuming she gets permission to leave her place she quickly takes a detour via the sack on her way to Murzush’s tent.
---------------- Int check vs DC7: 17=Pass
DM Mitch Wednesday January 22nd, 2020 7:21:31 AM Lothlo makes sure others know what happened to the gear that was taken and gathers more. Bastarge sneaks through camp. It’s kind of slow and he notices a bit of a stir as reports of his missing body and the ghost start to spread through the camp. Myre is pretty sure she has what they need. Naithi packs the extra food she gets and whatever weapons she managed to get off the orc she beat. Zazu makes his way to the tent. Ash makes her excuses and manages to retrieve the gear she stashed earlier.
Things are quieting down in the camp. The tests of strength and gambling has mostly been done for the day and those that aren’t drinking themselves into a stupor are gathering for some religious ceremony (knowledge religion 10: Highlight to display spoiler: { from the big holy symbol they’ve erected and the shouting of the priest it’s a ritual infection dedicated to Marteous} Whatever it is it gives everyone good cover to make their way to the tent.
Murzush is already waiting for the group looking grim. Once most of the group is there she announces, ”The Gnome is dead.”
A minute later, after everyone’s had time to express themselves, said gnome finishes sneaking through the camp and enters the tent. Still spattered with blood and now probably mud and naked. Murzush starts and reaches for a weapon before relaxing. ”How did you survive? I was told you were dead and buried despite the other’s efforts.”
Myre (Carl) AC: 12/12/10 HP: 8/8 CMD: 13 d20+1=3 ; Wednesday January 22nd, 2020 1:13:58 PM
Myre is sad the gnome died, then happy he didn't.
"Maybe he didn't survive." She walks over to Bastarge and pokes him. "Hello sir. Are you undead? You're not here to take revenge on us, are you? Might I suggest you save it for the orcs out there that killed you? I would like to finish what I started."
Naithi (JamesD) AC: 19/14/17 HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 d20=16 ; d20+7=11 ; Wednesday January 22nd, 2020 3:10:06 PM
The blood runs cold through my veins as I realize that it is the Plague Bringer (knowledge religion = 10) that these foul orcs worship, but that is nothing compared to the shock of seeing Bastarge walk in. Sure, I thought I stabilized him, but his wounds are now healed and I cannot help but assume Marteaus corrupted him.
Let's get you covered. I say as I wrap a blanket around him in a make shift toga. (survival 11) Best to keep on his good side...at least until this festival is over. I silently think to my self.
Bastarge (JeffO) -- AC: 19/15/15 CMD: 15 HP: 11/11 Wednesday January 22nd, 2020 3:31:54 PM
Bastarge looks around. When they ask if hes undead, he says, "boo!" He accepts the blanket and says, "thanks for that." He looks around at the faces and continues, "anyone seen my stuff?"
Naithi (JamesD) AC: 19/14/17 HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 Wednesday January 22nd, 2020 3:44:56 PM The orc that beat you probably kept it as a souvenir. I have a scimtar you can use, and when we get out of the camp I have a small sized dagger, club, and sling hidden away. Cloths too, but they might be more feminine than you are used to.
Oh... Since it appears we can trust each other, I should probably mention that I am not a wizard or a barbarian who thinks she is a wizard. I am a Druid of clan Drochil.
Zazu (Cayzle) Wednesday January 22nd, 2020 5:07:40 PM
Zazu smiles to see that the gnome is all right after all. "What will happen next?"
Lothlo (WillD) -- AC: 18/14/14, HP: 12/12, CMD = 17 Wednesday January 22nd, 2020 9:01:55 PM
Lothlo hears about his companions demise and vaguely remembers someone was yelling about zombies when Bastarge walks in. I can't tell you how glad I am to see you. I was hoping whoever lost that fight had managed to slip away... though there were rumors about zombies and necromancers floating around camp.
I brought what I could from the laborers encampment, I tried to grab the items everyone had requested.
Lothlo distributes his haul among the group, making sure each person has any items they had requested that he was able to find.
Ash Silverkin (RobC) -- AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 9/9 Thursday January 23rd, 2020 3:26:01 AM "So that's everyone accounted for then?" Ash drops the sack of the gear she snagged onto the floor. She hadn't really heard what happened to the gnome. It's good he's in one piece though.
"It looks like we've upheld our part. Where to from here? I daresay our disappearance will be noticed before long"
--------------------- Knowl Religion check vs DC10: Autopass
DM Mitch Thursday January 23rd, 2020 8:17:26 AM Myre wonders if he’s a ghost. Naithi wonders if he’s been corrupted by Marteous Bastarge wonders where his stuff is. Naithi says that his opponent probably kept it. Zazu waits to see what happens next. Lothlo starts to distribute gear Ash is pleased everyone is accounted for.
”Divide up the gear amongst yourself then get what rest you can. We leave as soon as the camp is quiet enough for it - I will wake you. If all goes well we’ll leave after midnight and arrive at the fortress in the early afternoon.”
As people start the divying Murzush add some things of her own - she also already has a pack prepared. Between everyone you managed to secure enough food for the trip and most of the gear - Bastarge has to settle for a single replacement dagger instead of the two he had.
”I’m afraid I don’t know any of your names. I couldn’t show to much interest in you before enacting the plan. Tell me a little about yourselves.” Everyone gets a rest, so if any casters want to change their spells now is a good time.
Myre (Carl) AC: 12/12/10 HP: 8/8 CMD: 13 Thursday January 23rd, 2020 11:29:36 AM
Myre giggles a bit at Bastarge's outburst. "You're a weirdo. We're going to be friends, too." She bends down and collects just a bit of food and water to take. She had little use for gear. Maybe something warm to wear out there in the woods...
She talks as she gathers. "I'm Myre. I'm nobody; I just got curious about what slavery was like, so I came to find out. Turns out it's a lot of boredom with only beatings to make things interesting. Time to go try something else."
This orc may be their ally at the moment, but she wasn't about to tell her how valuable a ransom she could potentially be. No sir.
Naithi (JamesD) AC: 19/14/17 HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 Thursday January 23rd, 2020 11:43:24 AM
I still feel a little self-conscious about my threadbare rags, but the hide armor covers most of it and leaves me feeling a bit more myself. Still, to them I must look like a child or fairie, or some cross of the two. People always mistake my race's facial features for youthful innocence. It also doesn't help that I come up to most of their thighs and weigh less than their armor. Heck, I weigh less than my armor (3'6" and 8lbs).
My name is Naithi (N-eye-thee), better known around here as Murder Muppet. You can probably tell by my appearance that I am one of the beastfolk. Specifically I am a Sloth-kin, which you would lump in with the Ursine or Bearfolk.
I come from Hellmarr, a land that may or may not exist any longer thanks to the Iron Adventurers.
I was captured months ago after passing through the Vale of Twilight. I was able to fight off several of the orcs successfully, but eventually they surrounded me and took my gear. That is where my problems really began.
For generations my clan has used an item known as the god's paw that allows us to store memories, knowledge, and personality traits to pass on to future clansmen. All my druid training was stored in there. When they took it away I forgot, in essence, who I was. I had some vague memories of using magic and knew I needed to get the armlets back, but that was it.
I am at home in the great forests and skilled at navigating them and hunting within their borders. Although I am used to fighting with a group, it is usually with my dire rabbit Bannog (reskinned large cat) and guard dog Fizzgig by my side. I also have a trusted mule waiting for me outside the camp.
Bastarge (JeffO) -- AC: 19/15/15 CMD: 15 HP: 11/11 Thursday January 23rd, 2020 4:33:28 PM
Bastarge stands up and looks at the dagger. He says, "I'm going to need more of these."
"I am called Bastarge. I'm from near the edge of these woods. I can make a few different kinds of traps and things. But mostly I need more daggers."
Naithi (JamesD) AC: 19/14/17 HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 Thursday January 23rd, 2020 4:45:16 PM Once we get outside the camp I have a small sized regular dagger and cold iron dagger your size. I can use my scimtar until you can replace your.
Zazu (Cayzle) Thursday January 23rd, 2020 8:18:46 PM
"I'm Zazu. I like nature, especially forests. Sometimes I have strange dreams. I'm making a book."
Lothlo (WillD) -- AC: 18/14/14, HP: 12/12, CMD = 17 Thursday January 23rd, 2020 9:05:56 PM
The sharpshooter starts to arrange and pack his equipment so he can pick up and run at a moments notice should things take a surprise turn. I'm Lothlo Windwood. I'm from Titania, my mom runs The Quivering Lyre there. I made the mistake of traveling down to Izen trying to track down my father. Just as I sat down with the barmaid to see what she remembered these lousy orcs raided the place and took us all captive.
Lothlo loops the string over the end of his bow and pulls it back to test the tension. As you might have guessed from the gear I managed to sneak back here, I'm a bowman by trade. I'm almost as good at shooting a bow as I am at making them, and that skill is likely what kept the orcs from killing me, or at least what kept me out of the gladiator pits.
As he sorts through an assortment of arrows and arranges them in their quivers he sets aside several long strips of leather. Also, I brought a handful of slings if you want one. They probably aren't your preferred weapon, but they were simple to craft and I wanted to make sure we had a backup plan for anyone that wasn't able to get a hold of the weapons on their list.
Ash Silverkin (RobC) -- AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 9/9 Friday January 24th, 2020 6:49:59 AM "Uh, Ash" she says with a slight raise of her hand "I'm afraid those slings would be wasted on me. I'm better with spells"
Ash is in a similar mind to Myre: she isn't prepared to share too much in front of the orc. This seems like a good group of people though. If they all make it through perhaps they can stick together a bit longer?
She bends down and opens up the sack-o-loot "I managed to snag this stuff. Hopefully some will be useful."
DM Mitch Friday January 24th, 2020 7:57:09 AM Myre giggles at Bastarge and comments on the boredom of slavery. Naithi explains about her place of origin and her weapons. She offers Bastarge a dagger. Bastarge really wants more dagger. Zazu gives a brief description of himself. Lothlo talks about his past and profession Ash doesn’t want to talk much in front of the orc.
Once everything is divided it looks like everyone is pretty happy with what they have (everyone gets their chosen starting equipment, except Bastarge who’s short a dagger). Ash managed to secure food and replacement clothing for everyone, especially boots that will be needed for the long march ahead. Myre’s scribbled notes and memory seem to be enough for Murzush to think she can lead the group past the patrols with no problem.
Everyone gets several hours sleep, or at least rest if they can’t sleep in the presence of Murzush. She wakes them in the dead of night. ”Time to go, quietly.”
The camp is quiet at this late hour. Even the most determined celebrators are passed out by now. Sleeping figures dot the ground and discarded remains of food and alcoholic drinks are everywhere. It’s fairly easy to sneak through the main body of the camp up out of the small valley and north to the fair grounds where remains of the many competitive games the orcs played remain.
Bastarge (JeffO) -- AC: 19/15/15 CMD: 15 HP: 11/11 d20+12=31 ; Friday January 24th, 2020 9:34:16 AM
As Bastarge puts on the gear, he relaxes a little and says, "Ah yes, this is much better."
When time comes for rest, he sleeps with one eye open. He doesn't trust this orc as far as he could throw her. He is a little surprised when she says it is time to go. He makes sure she heads out before him and he works to stay hidden even as they step out (stealth: 31).
Naithi (JamesD) AC: 19/14/17 HP: 11/11 , CMD = 16 d20+6=21 ; d20+5=20 ; d20+1=14 ; Friday January 24th, 2020 4:35:29 PM
As we prepare to head out I look into the orcs eyes to be sure she won't betray us or lead us into a trap (Sense Motive 14).
Despite their silence I wonder if the others are as excited as I am. I don't dare sing it out loud, but the thought of leaving fills me and puts a song in my heart. We're going on an adventure! We're going on an adventure! . My joy is magnified by my victory in the arena and the reclaiming of my armlets.
When we head out I follow Bastarge lead and keep to the shadows (Stealth = 21) on the other side of the clearing while keeping an eye out for trouble (Perception =20).
We're going on an adventure! We're going on an adventure! .
Stealth = 21 Perception = 20 Sense Motive = 14
Myre (Carl) AC: 12/12/10 HP: 8/8 CMD: 13 Friday January 24th, 2020 5:46:36 PM
Myre sneaks along behind the group. She's not trained in stealth, but she's small and wiry. She can probably stay quiet.
Waddles snout and eyes slowly rise up and peek out of her right shoulder. She pushes him back into her body with a single finger. "Not now, little piggy," she whispers to him. It's unknown if Waddles is ok with this, but he stays down.
She's nervous, but it's a good nervous. If Ash is nearby, it's likely she finds her hand held tightly in Myre's.
Zazu takes the gear and rests lightly. When it is time to go, The rogue is on high alert, working hard to be sneaky while looking around.
Steath 27 Perception 8
Zazu is so sneaky! And forgets to look up!
Lothlo (WillD) -- AC: 18/14/14, HP: 12/12, CMD = 17 d20+5=25 ; Friday January 24th, 2020 9:27:41 PM
Lothlo straps on his gear and sneaks out with the others. Between the booze and the snoring it looks like the hardest part of the escape will be getting enough distance between them and the camp before people notice they are missing. Still, patrols can change so the archer keeps a keen eye out for anyone that might catch them as they make their escape.
Perception = 25 (nat 20)
Ash Silverkin (RobC) -- AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 9/9 d20=7 ; Saturday January 25th, 2020 6:53:09 PM
Ash gives Myre's hand a squeeze. They're getting out of here. It's kind of exciting really. That and she can't see in the dark so is trusting her new friend to guide her.
She could cast a light spell but it would almost certainly give the party away.
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