<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Wiped out, sporting showy "microbreastplate", collared, caged</strong><br/>AC 19  (touch 14, flat-footed 15, -2 against improvised weapons), HP 12/105 (max 94 due to CON damage)<br/>(armor check penalty -3, 25% spell failure chance, dex bonus only +4)<br/><br/>Profane Gift (Telepathic link to Ishtar, +2 Dex)<br/>CON damage: -2 (now 11)<br/><br/>Spells remaining: 7 of 7 1st, 5 of 6 2nd, 4 of 4 3rd, 1 of 1 from bonded object.  Uses of bow left: 3 of 3.<br/>Quiver: 7 common arrows, 10 silvered, 9 cold iron, 2 Tangleshot, 5 adamantine arrows, 2 greater hushing arrows, 8 +1 Dragon Bane, 1 Rayne's Resumption, 5 Holy, 3 Merciful<br/>     (pack: 25 common, 5 silvered, 9 cold iron, 1 tangleshot, 5 adamantine, 8 +1 Dragon Bane, 8 Holy arrows)<br/></div></div><br/>With the manacles removed, Rayne had access to some of her spells - regrettably<em>Knock</em>wasn't one of them.  In fact, none of them seemed useful in her current situation, though it was quite possible the dwarves didn't know of her capacity... maybe it would become useful at some point.  She could only hope, for now; this set of cages, and their occupants, suggested her captors were quite good at holding on to their slaves.  And stripping them of their dangerous abilities, she realized as the harpy displayed her injury... that was something else to think about.  Another reason not to reveal her power, for now!<br/><br/>The harpy, at least, seemed approachable... Rayne did so, looking sympathetic at the poor creature's diminished state.  "Oh... I see they have tried to make sure you couldn't escape.  I'm afraid I don't have the ability to heal those wounds... nor my own."  She kept her arms crossed, and stood before the monstrous inhabitant of the adjacent cell.  She wanted to ask what the dwarves planned, and of course, how they might escape... but her options were limited.<br/><br/>She looked around one more time, then leaned closer to speak softly.  "I know you can't speak, but... if I can get free, I would try to release you as well.  You've been here longer... do you know the way around?  Would you be able to show us the way out?"<br/><br/>She scanned the room, then pressed further.  "I... I'm going to ask you for something more... it might help me get the locks here open, you understand?  I wonder... may I have one... no, two, of your feathers?" With a bit of grinding on the floor, she might be able to manage to improvise a pair of lockpicks - not proper, but perhaps enough for her to eventually succeed in opening one of the cells.<br/><br/>The half-elf bit her lip, then ventured another question high on her mind.  "The dwarves have taken my things, that would help us escape.  Do you know where they would usually take the items brought in with ... with us?"  She was going to try to get the harpy to gesture, but then suddenly kneeled down.  "Maybe you could show me, like... like a map?  A picture?"  Forgetting her modesty, Rayne drew a few lines and formed a simple map of the room, and what she remembered of the closest corridor.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Diplomacy</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2016-04-01 20:12:28, victoria4 (uid: 37138) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87182)<br/>That roll in combat might have avoided all this fun awkwardness!<br/></div></div><br/><br/>Rayne moved to the centre of the room when she heard someone approaching... a dwarf of course, though a new one.  She glanced over at Sylvia... "Wish me luck!"  ...then, not daring to keep the jailor waiting, she hurried out of the open door.<br/><br/>It was just one dwarft ... but he looked solid, and she was still far below full strength.  She remained docile as he guided her, though she did try to pay attention to the route.  Path-finding had never been her strong suit, though they weren't travelling far.  She also dared a question, half-way down the curved corridor.  "Where are we going?"  The thought of trying to bribe him crossed her mind, but she went for the more innocuous question for now.  Perhaps another time, she could be more bold.<br/><br/>"Fight?  I'm still half-dead!"  Not quite true, but she wasn't in good shape... but she was entirely willing to be persuaded to wear something.  And weapons!<br/><br/>But... while the weapons fair enough, and she grabbed the longbow without a thought... the "armor" could hardly be called that!  She glanced at the dwarf incredulously, as if that craggy face would grin and reveal he was joking.<br/><br/>But... failing that... she frowned a moment.  The "lessplate" was never a consideration.  Leather straps, or microbreastplate - some choice!  But with her armor training, and considering she was probably not going to be using any magic, just in case... she opted for the microbreastplate.  At least she could pretend it was like a swimsuit, not slave-garb like the straps... though no swimsuit Rae-lynne would have worn!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Initiative, for some reason...:-) </div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2016-04-01 20:40:27, victoria4 (uid: 37138) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87184)<br/></div></div>